In response, the dragon snapped open his wings and, with a bunching of muscles and one almighty downward flap, launched into the sky.
Sera held on tight. The wind lashed at her face, rippled her hair back from her temples. The stars blurred around her like crazy white swirling streaks and, just as she thought she was about to throw up—an utterly unromantic thing to do, she knew—Tyson leveled out. He glided through the sky, the wind a gentle whoosh gliding past wings held wide. Sera squeezed him with her thighs, all too aware of the friction of her jeans on her clit. She rolled her hips, wanting to feel his power against her sex so much her head spun. Or maybe that was from the fact she was riding a dragon through the night sky. Either way, it was so fucking arousing she was on the verge of coming.
She splayed her fingers on either side of Tyson’s neck, his scales at once smooth and rough under her palms. Like oiled granite. She loved it. Wanted to experience that contradiction of sensations all over her body.
“Christ, I wish I was naked.”
The dragon let out a cry, softer this time, as if agreeing with her.
Sera pressed her clit harder against him, her breasts brushing his scales, and a shudder rippled through his massive frame. And another when she stroked one hand down his neck.
His wings thumped the air, propelling them forward, and Sera smiled. She had no idea where he was taking her, to the heavens for all she knew, but she didn’t care. She had finally found her place and it was with him, with her dragon, her Fire Mate.
The night flowed past her, the stars watching their flight. What may have been a lifetime later, Sera felt Tyson’s body shift beneath her, felt him bank into a graceful right curve. Instinctually, she held him tighter with her thighs and squeezed his neck. With four strong sweeps of his wings and a tilt of his head, he began a decline Sera both ached for and regretted beyond comprehension.
She watched as they drew closer to a short strip of sandy beach, noticed it was completely surrounded by dense, dark bushland and realized they must be flying toward the restricted area on Sydney Harbor’s South Head. It was an isolated and framed stretch of beautiful beach, a mere half mile from the country’s maritime warfare training facility.
With another series of wing thrusts and flaps and a shift of his body, Tyson landed on the soft white sand between bush and surf. He ran a few feet, wings still spread, before, with a shake of his head and a ripple of his tail, he came to a halt, turning his head to look at Sera still perched upon him.
She grinned. “Okay, I get the message.”
Her feet had barely touched the sand when she felt him shudder. It was as if her body was already attuned to the magic of his transformation and she could sense his imminent shift. And who knew, perhaps that’s exactly what it was? This whole dragon-shifter-Fire-Mate thing was new to her.
She stepped back, just one step away, her heart leaping fast as a shimmer of golden-red light seemed to dance over his form. For a split second the light turned blindingly bright. So bright she turned her head to the side and raised her hand to shield her closed eyes…and then it was dark again, and two strong hands were sliding around her waist.
“Ever see that movie From Here to Eternity?” Tyson’s lips brushed the side of her throat, his voice a warm breath on her flushed skin as his tall, hard and very naked body pressed against hers. He smoothed one hand up her rib cage, capturing her left breast with strong fingers. Her nipple beaded against his palm and she moaned, leaning into his embrace. “Wanna reenact the making-out scene here on the beach?”
He didn’t let her answer, and really, he didn’t need to. They both knew what her answer was. With the same animalistic growl she’d heard from him a lifetime ago on the Bondi Beach esplanade, he claimed her mouth with his.
She was soft and firm and supple and warm in his arms. Her body pressed to his, her clothes abrasive on his naked flesh…flesh still tingling with the transformation from dragon to man. He stroked her tongue with his, raking his hands up her back, into her hair and back down again. He cupped her arse, loving the way its toned perfection filled his hands. She moaned and rose onto tiptoe, pressing her sex to his rigid, uninhibited erection. The contact made his head spin and he groaned into her mouth, squeezing her butt harder.
Fuck, she felt so good.
With a savage yank on the back of her thigh, he jerked her right leg up, sliding his palm along her taut muscles until his fingers stroked her sex through her jeans.
She whimpered, rolling her hips to grind her denim-trapped clit against his erect cock.
Tyson dragged his fingers over her folds again, the dampness of her jeans telling him with no uncertainty she was just as aroused as he was.
Is that even possible?
Hooking her leg higher around his hips, he slipped his hand beneath her shirt and captured her breast. It was full and round against his palm and, with a quick jerk, he bunched the shirt over her chest, revealing her breasts to the night.
She whimpered again, her nipple pebbling harder under his hand. He cupped and kneaded her breast with growing urgency, his mouth still worshipping hers. The roar of the waves crashing on the sand beside them faded away, drowned out by the frenzied pounding of his blood in his ears. He had no hope of holding on much longer—fuck a duck, how had he lasted this long anyway?
Blistering heat surged through his veins and his dick swelled further.
Sera reacted, her body arching closer to his even as she tore her lips away. “Tyson.” Her voice fell from her in a ragged gasp. “Fuck me, please. I need you inside me.”
He didn’t have to be told again.
Far from gentle, he tore her shirt over her head and threw it aside.
She let out a squeal, the sound choking to a moan as he hauled her body back to his and took one nipple with his mouth. He sucked on the distended tip, rolled his tongue over it then sucking again. She clawed at his scalp, her nails raking through his hair. The painful scrapes sent exquisite jolts of tension straight to Tyson’s balls and he closed his teeth around her nipple, wanting her to feel the same.
Sera hissed and drove her pussy harder against him. “Yes! Again.”
He bit her nipple, a little harder this time, then laved its captured tip with his tongue before drawing on it with greedy suction. She whimpered, rolling her sex against his cock some more, words that sounded like “please” and “good” and “fuck” bursting from her in breathless pants.
His cock throbbed, impatient to know the sensation of sinking into her tight wetness. Refusing to surrender to his need, he switched his mouth to her other breast, his fingers pinching and tweaking her abandoned nipple as he suckled on the other.
“Oh God, Tyson!” She hooked her thigh tighter around his hip, not just grinding her pussy to his erection now but frantically dry-humping him. “Please, please…”
The mating fire was taking her again, controlling her, and it wouldn’t be long before both of them were lost to it.
And still he fought. He wanted to give her everything pleasurable a man could. He wanted to make her come with his mouth on her breasts; make her come on his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. He wanted to make her come with his tongue in her cunt.
He wanted it all.
But first, he wanted her naked.
With a low, savage gnarr from deep within his dragon’s soul, he hooked his fingers between her hips and jeans and yanked the denim down.
She let out a strangled cry, her nails scraping at his shoulders. He dragged his mouth from her breast long enough to jerk her runners from her feet, tossing them aside before stripping her jeans completely from her body.
And then he kneeled before her, every molecule in his body thrumming with need as he took in her naked, pale beauty in the moon’s silver glow.
He sucked a slow breath through his nose and the heady scent of her pleasure flowed into his being. Over his tongue and straight down to his groin. “You are perfection.”
She smiled. “And you’re wastin
g time. Fuck me. Now.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Gladly.”
In a blur of speed, she was on her back on the sand, Tyson kneeling between her legs.
“Ty…” His name slipped past her parted lips on a whispered cry.
He reclaimed her breasts with his hands, cupping and squeezing them together, kneading them before lowering his head and closing his mouth over one nipple and then the other.
She bucked beneath him, lifted a long leg and hooking it around his hip as her nails raked his shoulders. “Yes, oh yes.”
Her panting breaths grew faster. He sucked harder on her nipples, squeezing her breasts together with hands he knew weren’t gentle.
He was beyond gentle now. The mating fire was too hot, too consuming to fight any longer. Tiny grains of sand bit into his knees, heightening the blazing inferno of his desire.
He sucked on Sera’s nipples, flicked at them with his tongue, bit first one and then the other, sucked again, and all the while she writhed and clung and begged him for more. Begged him to suck harder, to bite harder. Begged him to never stop.
When her begs became wordless sounds, when her body began to shudder, when her thigh yanked him closer still to her heat, he drove one hand between her legs and plunged his fingers into her sex. Just as her cream gushed from her.
He buried two fingers in her pussy and groaned as her inner muscles squeezed and pulsed around them.
“C-coming,” she panted. “I’m coming.”
He scissored his fingers inside her, gazing down into her face as he did so. She arched on the sand, her head tossing from side to side, her flame-red hair fanning around her face. Her nails dragged over his shoulders, his arms. Her heel slid up and down his thigh.
He wriggled his fingers deeper into her sex, rolled his thumb over her clit and she cried out, neck bowed, lips parted, eyes closed.
The perfect image of pleasure absolute.
Still, he wanted to give her more.
He squirmed down her body, a distant part of his mind aware of the sand clinging to his sweat-slicked knees and shins, another part not even remotely caring. When it finally occurred, his release would turn the sand on which they lay to a smooth bed of glass anyway.
Dragging his mouth over her flesh, he paused at her navel, dipping his tongue into its shallow dent. Sera gasped a breath, her hands knotting in his hair. “I can’t…” she rasped, trying to lift his head from her body. “I can’t…too much…it’s too much…”
He denied her. He could feel another orgasm building in her core. Its power and force sang in his veins. His head swam, his cock throbbed. If he could sense her pleasure this potently before their true mating, what would it be like during? After?
Scalding heat engulfed his flesh at the thought. He groaned, the meaning of the mating fire irrefutably clear to him now. He’d never experienced love before Sera. Dragon shifters could only experience attraction and arousal, never love, until they found their Fire Mate. Now he’d found his…and he understood what the term really meant. It was beyond pleasure, beyond rapture. It was something else. Something more.
More. He wanted to give her more. He wanted to take more.
Grasping her inner thighs, he shoved her legs wide and claimed her sex with his mouth.
“Oh yes!” Sera’s scream tore through the night’s quiet.
As did Tyson’s growl seconds before he plunged his tongue back into her dripping folds. He fucked her pussy with lapping strokes, swiping his tongue from clit to perineum and back to her clit again.
She bucked against his mouth, her moans stroking over him like wild hands on his body.
“Tyson,” she begged, legs moving on either side of his head when he closed his lips around the tiny nub of her clit. “There…oh there, yes there…”
He suckled and nipped and tortured her flesh. His cock was so hard every caress of the night’s coastal breeze felt like lashes against its taut skin, and he didn’t give a rat’s arse. Sera’s orgasm was rushing at them both. Her body thrummed with it, as did his. Her climax was going to take her soon and the second it did, he was going to bury himself in her gripping heat.
“Oh God,” she whimpered. “Oh God, Tyson…oh Ty…again? How can…”
Her voice sounded stunned. Shocked. And ripe with pleasure. So ripe.
He thrust his tongue into her folds, swiped it up to her clit and lapped hard and fast.
She came.
A shudder racked her body, a cry tore from her throat and pleasure flowed from her sex. Over Tyson’s tongue, his lips.
And the second he tasted her release, he rose up between her legs and drove his cock deep into her sodden pussy.
“Fuck yes!” Sera cried.
The feel of her tight heat was beyond Tyson’s comprehension. Fire rained over his flesh like a million blistering kisses. He thrust into her, face buried in the curve of her neck, hands cupping her breast. Pumped his length in and out of her pussy until the fire in his core began to engulf him, and he knew he was but a stroke or two away from release.
Knew his soul was on the verge of shattering.
Knew Sera was about to experience what no other human ever had before.
Or had ever lived through.
That thought should have slowed him. Words of warning formed on his lips, but before he could utter them, before he could raise his head, strong legs wrapped around his hips, strong arms circled his shoulders and Sera was rolling him onto his back.
His eyes snapped open to stare up at her.
She straddled his hips, impaled fully on his length, gazing down at him as she rode his cock. “I’m coming, my love. I’m ready to burn.”
The statement passed her lips on a murmur the very moment her tight, wet sex contracted on his cock.
The very second his own climax, the climax of the mating fire, claimed him.
His seed poured through his pumping cock, his stare locked with hers and, as her cries of release rose to the stars, Tyson’s entire body ignited.
Blue-white flames erupted from every pore in his flesh, engulfing him completely.
He stared at Sera through the inferno. Watched her writhe and cry out as her fourth orgasm of the night took her. Watched the flames of the mating fire lick at her pale flesh and leave her unmarked…
Watched his human lover withstand the wholly inhuman fire of his climax, and then he couldn’t do anything except surrender to the absolute power of his orgasm, the consuming blaze of his pleasure. He threw back his head and roared.
Chapter 6
“I think it’s time we talked about your past. Your mum.”
Sera stiffened against Tyson’s body and he relaxed his arms around her back, letting her push herself upward from his chest where she’d slumped after their mutual orgasms.
The inferno of the mating fire had lasted the length of his climax, burning brighter with every spurt of come erupting from his cock. Sera had rode him throughout, her pale skin gleaming in the blue-white fire, her eyes ablaze with a desire as hot as the engulfing flames. Her sex had milked his cock until the fire was gone from his flesh and the only thing that lingered on his body was sand, the heady scent of Sera’s pleasure and a faint sheen of sweat.
He’d held her then, both silent, both beyond words, and she’d kissed him, just a woman kissing a man on the beach, the only sign of the magic of their mating the smooth, concave bed of glass they now reclined in.
He held her and kissed her and thought of how strong she was, how amazing, how trusting. His human Fire Mate, his love, his life.
Now she looked down at him, bottom lip caught by her teeth. Her tight sex still wrapped his cock, an exquisite sheath he never wanted to withdraw from. He trailed his fingers up and down the line of her spine, enjoying the feel of her fine bones under his touch. She was so delicate, so fragile, so human. And yet—as proven by their scorching mating—so not human.
“Tell me about it,” he said, watching her face. “Tell me about her.”
A frown pulled at her deep auburn eyebrows and she turned her head away, her stare sliding over the silver-tipped waves of the surf. “What more is there to tell? She wasn’t nice. She was a drunkard junkie who told me nothing about my dad except he deserted us.”
The words were spoken with angry pain Tyson couldn’t help but feel. He smoothed his hands up her back, wanting to let her stop but needing to hear more. It wasn’t just that she was his mate; she was his heart. And a man should always know his heart, even a man who was occasionally a dragon.
“You said he was Celtic before.”
Sera let out a ragged huff, returning her gaze to his face. “Who knows? She had a faded tattoo on her back of a Celtic love knot so maybe once, at some stage of her life, she did share something romantic with another person, but if it was my father, she’d forgotten by the time I was old enough to ask about him.”
Tyson studied her guarded expression. He didn’t have to ask any more questions about her mother to know there were no answers there. The last thing he wanted was to cause Sera pain of any sort, and dredging up unwanted memories was obviously doing just that. “All the dragon shifters I know here in Sydney have old European bloodlines,” he commented, drawing small circles over the curve of her hip. “So it’s possible your father—if he was Celtic, as your mother claimed—had shifter blood in his past. I’ve never heard of just the bloodline being the impetus for the mating fire, but I can’t think of any other explanation for the inexplicable.”
She tilted her head, her fingers tracing the outline of his nipples in a way he suspected she wasn’t even aware she was doing it. “The dragon shifters in Sydney you know? How many dragon shifters are there? I thought you were kind of…special?”
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