by Lucy Lyons
“Tem,” she said shakily, “I was going to look for you.”
“And how would you have found me, eh?” he said with a smile. Tem felt great relief just at seeing her. “There are four hundred rooms in this palace.”
“Four hundred?” Her eyes grew wide.
“Yes, not counting the kitchen, the dining room, the throne room and the pool.”
“Pool?”
“Well, actually it is an underground cavern that is fed with hot springs. I’ll take you there sometime.”
Tem felt her mood tumble again, and she turned and fled into her room.
“Astrid,” said Tem. He followed and shut the door behind him.
“What am I doing here, Tem? Your Queen hates me and each time she stares at me I get the feeling she wants me dead.”
“Oh, fuck,” said Tem. He stood inches from her now, though she had her back to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his forehead to her neck.
“She won’t hurt you. I won’t allow it.”
“But what she was thinking— Tem, she expects you, and Reanne, oh—” she made little noises in her throat.
“That’s an old plan, and one I rejected a long time ago, Astrid. And it’s thoroughly imposs—Wait. You heard Rhea Gentrix’s thoughts?”
“Sure, Tem, like I can hear yours, and Calvin’s, and Evan’s, though his are a little harder to catch. Reanne’s for some reason I can’t, or maybe, I just didn’t know she was there until she showed up—”
“Wait. Stop,” said Tem. This was impossible. How could she hear Rhea’s thoughts, or anyone else’s besides Tem’s? He had never heard of anything like this before.
Red hair. Green eyes. Impossibly stubborn.
Dragon.
Tem kissed the back of her neck and she sighed. But he wasn’t being romantic.
Human. She tasted so human. Her passions ran as hot as her blood.
Astrid leaned her head back against Tem’s shoulder.
“I feel much better now you are here.”
Tem leaned into her and started a rocking motion, almost as if they were dancing. “Hmmm,” he hummed. “Beautiful Astrid, lovely Astrid, with the pretty red hair. How can it be that I met you?”
“I think,” she whispered, “I was looking for you.”
“Me?”
“Oh, not you, Tem Rawlins, specifically. But you, the essence of you. The dragon Lord. My grandmother was from Ireland and she’d tell me stories of dragons and how our ancestors served the dragon Lords. She told me how our family, at least the women, was graced with the ability to read the dragons’ minds so we could better help them. We were the seneschals between the dragons and humans, the gatekeepers, and we mediated their relationship. Some called us ambassadors, my grandmother said, others called us traitors to our race. Of course, I thought she was a dotty old woman, until tonight, that is.”
Tem had not heard anything like this story before and he figured that Rhea Gentry had some explaining to do.
“So, what happened?”
“A dragon Lord and a human woman fell in love, and neither dragons or humans liked that very much. The was a great battle between the dragon Lord’s followers and the dragon Queen…”
Astrid sucked in a breath. “That was Rhea Gentrix, was it?”
“Rhea has always been our Queen,” he said gently.
“She killed that dragon Lord,” said Astrid with a pained voice. “Oh, my God, Tem. Oh, my God. Get away from me! Go away! Don’t let her see you here with me!”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Astrid
Astrid was beside herself in fright. The last thing she wanted was Tem harmed on her account. She struggled against him, trying to find a way to break free and put distance between them.
But Tem didn’t let go of her. Instead he pulled her closer to him so that the globes of her bottom rested against his hips. Her frantic attempts to get away resulted in her shimmying against his body. But he held her fast and Astrid became very aware of not just the dragon’s heat against her back, but his arousal as well.
“She won’t hurt me,” he whispered hotly in her ear. “And with what you know about her, she can’t hurt you either.”
Astrid gasped as Tem pushed his hips and the sheathed length of his cock between the cheeks of her derriere. But Tem held her tightly so that she couldn’t wriggle away.
“Ssh, ssh, relax. I can handle Rhea.”
His voice was soothing and she stopped struggling. Astrid was so very aware of his hot breath on her neck and the strength of his arms holding her. His intoxicating scent, hot and male, hung around her and she couldn’t help but breathe it in. Her senses spun dizzyingly and Astrid melted against him.
Part of her knew she was succumbing to the seductive power of Tem’s dragon, but another part of her yearned for his touch. When the servants first led her away from Tem, she had nearly panicked. At first, she didn’t know if it was fear from being in a new place. But the longer she spent away from Tem, the more her anxiety had grown. But now, with his body pressed to hers, she understood why.
Grandmother had never told her about this intense yearning to be near a dragon.
This went beyond a wish, or a desire. She had never felt need shake her to her very core like this; as if she couldn’t touch him she would die. But his touch, instead of satisfying her, fueled a deeper hunger for more. He stroked her hair and her body shook under his caresses, yearning for his hands to touch her flesh. She craved the brush of his fingers on her breasts, her stomach and, God help her, between her thighs. A little sound escaped her throat as Tem nibbled on her ear, which sent an explosive jolt through her.
It was too much. She couldn’t make sense of this and she desperately wanted to slow this down, to understand what was happening.
“You said you would explain things to me,” she said.
“I think,” he said in low voice that sent tingles down her spine, “you’ve explained more to me in a few short sentences than my family has told me in my entire life. They made it sound like humans always hated us, but that wasn’t the truth.”
And sharing thoughts?
There were rumors, as I said, almost myths, of certain humans who could do that. But I never heard of the seneschals, so there was nothing to connect it with.
But you heard something about that?
It was more in the context of having a special bond with a human.
A romantic bond.
Yes.
But I can speak to many dragons.
Yes.
So what we have isn’t romance?
“I wouldn’t say that,” said Tem, whispering in Astrid’s ear. He stroked her hair and she leaned into the touch. “The heat from your body travels through me like electricity. When we were in that cell, your hands kindled a fire, not just in my body, but in my soul. Do you know how rare that is, to touch a dragon’s heart?”
“Funny. I’ve studied dragons all my life but I find I know nothing of a dragon’s heart.”
He turned her around to face him.
“Up until now, I thought I did. But I find I was wrong.”
Tem bent his head and covered her mouth with urgent hunger. The heat of his mouth on hers sent shivers of naked desire down to tips of her toes. She took his questing tongue greedily and caressed it with her own. His hands cupped her face, holding in place as he took his fill of the flesh of her mouth.
Her knees wobbled under as waves of sensual pleasure washed through her body. The world slipped away into one sensation after another as Tem broke the kiss and worked his way down to her breasts. He cupped one, and squeezed it. In Astrid’s lust filled state, that one moment sent white heat tingling between her legs.
With a wicked glint in his eye, he unbuttoned her shift and peeled away the top to expose the creamy and round flesh of her breasts. Tem fingered the tips of her nipples and felt them harden by desire with his thumbs, making little circles around them. Finally he flicked his thumb against the nub, now over s
ensitized by Tem’s attentions.
A little noise escaped her throat and instinctively she pushed her hips to connect with his. His shaft pulsed beneath his clothing and Astrid wanted to feel more of him.
Soon. He sent this single word as if he was unable to say more. Tem’s mind was aflame and he was in the same state as she, wanting, needing, a primal urge filling him that he could not control.
Astrid did not want him to.
Soon. He urged again as a plea. She sensed that as much as he wanted her, he was holding back too and Astrid did not understand why.
Oh, my Astrid, you cannot know. We do not do this, like this. Not since the beginnings of our race.
His words made no sense, but then again what drew them together didn’t either. Tem wanted her and she returned that feeling wholeheartedly.
We’ll be bound together for the rest of our lives. Do you want that?
Did she? She hardly knew. And right now her thoughts were too scrambled to think. Astrid dropped her hand to his hard shaft.
Tem groaned.
I know I want you, Tem.
He sucked a nipple sharply into his mouth and her breathing sped as her heart did a dance in her chest. Tem nipped the nub with his teeth and Astrid gasped. With a swirl of his tongue he laved away the pain and a wave of shivers rolled through her body.
“Please,” she pleaded.
Astrid swore she heard an approving rumble from Tem’s chest. He walked forward, pushing her back, one step, then another, and a third and fourth. Something hard hit her back; a wall or one of columns of the big room.
Tem fingered Astrid’s prison guard uniform.
“Time we get rid of this,” he said and, reaching behind her, grasped the dress on either side and ripped it in half along the back seam as if it were tissue paper. The remnants fell at her feet and revealing that Astrid wore only a black lace garter and her black stockings.
His eyes raked her body and fell to her nearly naked hips. Tem fingered one of the straps that ran down her waist to her upper thigh.
“Astrid, you are full of surprises. I haven’t seen one these in a long, long time.”
She shrugged. “You were in prison for twenty-four years.”
“Before that,” he said huskily. “Where are the panties?”
“Laundry.”
“Lucky laundry,” he said. “Fortunate me.”
Astrid was totally exposed and vulnerable to the sexy dragon and as he raked her with an intense gaze filled with lust, she quivered. How did just a look wash her with pleasure? It was if she was an instrument and all he had to do was pluck any part of her to draw out her pleasure.
Tem brushed his fingers against her mound crowned with reddish hair and she whimpered.
“You like that?” he said.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“This is so glorious. A true redhead.” His fingers explored the cleft of her mound inciting her desire to a level she had never experienced.
“Spread your legs.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Spread your legs,” he said in a seductively low voice and she could not refuse. He dropped between her legs and kissed her mound.
Your perfume is so sweet.
Astrid gasped as he buried his tongue in her cleft. He lashed her sensitive flesh with long, questing strokes, seeking pleasure spot. And when he did, the fire that ran up her spine nearly overloaded her brain.
“Oh!” she whimpered as he continued his sweet assault. Without thinking she grabbed his dark hair and pulled him closer.
You want more?
Yes. Oh, yes.
Tem’s fingers quested the tender petals of her entrance, seeking the way in.
You are so wet. You’re killing me, Astrid.
His fingers found the entrance and he slid the tip of his finger inside and Astrid squirmed at the delightful sensation. It was so terribly intimate. And new.
Tem drew back suddenly as if catching her thoughts.
“Wait?” he said. “You’ve never done this?”
She bit her lip as she met his gaze.
“I’ve never done anything, Tem. At least nothing serious, with anyone.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tem
A virgin. She had to be a virgin. Tem groaned, both elated and concerned at the same time. Dragon stories were filled with stories of virgins left as sacrifices. But unlike the stories, they weren’t there to be eaten, at least not as food. No, virgins were as close to the divine as a man could get. Now Tem understood a part of his attraction to Astrid. It wasn’t just a physical drive; it was a spiritual one.
Pure.
A piece of the divine stood before him and there was only one thought that pounded along with his heart.
Mine.
“Oh, Astrid,” he groaned again, in awe of the gift of this beautiful creature.
“Tem,” she said trembling. Her need called to the core where his dragon lived.
He laid his hands on her hips and buried his face between her legs. She was wet and hot and her feminine scent had him shaking. His cock strained from his balls to the tip and pulsed with the need to be buried inside her. But she was untried and unprepared. He had to make sure she was ready.
Astrid arched her back pushing herself into his invading tongue and writhed and moaned as his lips and tongue lashed her sensitive flesh. The sounds she uttered prodded him to intensify his efforts. He found her entrance and drove his tongue inside her. Her cream cascaded into his mouth and on his lips and she bucked against his face. Astrid tasted exquisite, finer that the most expensive wine and was more satisfying than any earthly pleasure.
Her legs trembled beneath his hands and he slid his thumb to find her that pink nub of flesh that would drive her insane. He stroked its outer flesh and she groaned aloud.
Her breathing sped up and his dragon hearing picked up the runaway thudding of her heart. Her muscles clenched as she crushed herself against his face, moaning loudly. Astrid fisted her hands in his hair and Tem lifted one on her legs, then the other over his shoulders and dove as deep into her with his tongue as he could.
Her hands clutched his hair and she cried out in pleasure. Her tight walls clenched around his tongue as more of her juices released onto his tongue. Tem held onto her tight as she rode his face thrashing with each contraction of her body.
Astrid slumped against the wall.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed.
Tem lifted her and her legs slipped off his shoulders. With a wolfish grin, he crushed his lips to hers and claimed her mouth again.
What are you doing to me?
Worshipping your delicious body. I can’t get enough of you.
Astrid broke the kiss and leaned her head against his shoulder.
“God help me,” she whispered. “I can’t get enough of you either.”
Tem kissed the top of her head and then lifted her into his arms. In a few short steps, he was at the bed and he pulled her down with him as they fell into it. She laughed, but when he turned her on her back, her eyes opened wide.
His heart was racing as she lay under him and he saw her swallow hard.
“I want you badly,” he said. “But I will take my time.”
“I don’t know if I want you to.”
“Trust me, you want me to go slowly. You are too precious to hurt in any way.”
“I know you won’t hurt me,” she said her eyelids fluttering.
Tem was heartened by her trust in him and it made him all the more determined to make her first time something she’d enjoy.
“I want to see you,” Astrid said.
Tem got his knees and pulled down his sweats. She rose on one elbow and stroked his half hard shaft. Tem shuddered and put his hand on hers.
“I want you too much.”
Astrid took away her hand and lowered her head as if he scolded her. Tem raised her chin with his fingers.
“That’s a compliment,” he said.
“I do
n’t know what to do,” she said her lips trembling.
“You know more than you think,” he said gently.
“I want to please you. I’m afraid I won’t.”
“Oh, sweetheart, there is no way you can’t. You can see how much I want you.”
Astrid looked between his legs where his sweatpants tented with his hard-on.
“Hey, where’s that woman that was so eager to go down on me?”
“It’s one thing to do that, and another to—”
Her consternation melted him.
Tem drew her to him. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to,” he said gently. He kissed her again, this time gently and slowly and he felt her relax against him. Tem stroked her body in long lazy strokes, her breast, her stomach and she made little whimpers as he did. His dragon was impatient and shook within from frustration, but there was no way Tem was going to force this on Astrid. This moment was too important.
He brought his fingers to her mound and reveled in the softness of her skin. Tem’s breathing hitched as he flashed on pushing his tongue inside her.
“Sweet, sweet, Astrid,” he said. “You taste delicious and I want taste you. But I’m also going to make you ready for me. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” she said almost as a moan. “When you touch me the only thing I want is you.” She gave him a smoldering look from under half-lidded eyes and Tem almost lost his resolve to go slow.
He leaned over and kissed her coppery bush and then took long licks along her inner thighs on each side. She hissed when he pulled away between her legs and then sighed when he slid his index finger inside her. She was so soft and hot that he nearly lost it there as he imagined sinking himself deep within her.
She writhed under the attention of his finger and he sunk in another, curling them to stroke her g-spot.
“Oh,” she said.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he whispered.
“I need you, Tem,” she gasped. “Please.”
He couldn’t take it. Tem pulled off his sweats and kicked them away. He knelt between her legs and stroked his cock staring at the petals of her flesh glistening from her wetness. He guided the tip of his shaft there and pushed against the tight hole.
