Her Mad Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 15)

by Julia Mills

  Moving to stand at the end of the bed for a better view, Maddox marveled at the way her long curls flowed down her back, extenuating her erotic curves and how the sheet lovingly draped over her perfectly rounded bum covering just enough to protect her modesty while being incredibly seductive. It was the best game of peek-a-boo he’d ever seen. His erection tented the front of his sweat pants as his mouth watered to taste the enticing bit of Calysta’s porcelain skin leading from the small of her back to the apex of her bum. His fingers tingled with the need to slide between the summit of her legs and feel the warm wetness of her growing arousal.

  Pushing his pants to the floor, Maddox stepped up to the bed. A light breeze floated through the open window, billowing the gauze drapes and bringing with it the sweet scent of sunshine and the promise of a new day. The beauty of nature combined with the splendor of his mate made the mad dragon once again thank the Universe for the good fortune She’d bestowed upon him.

  No longer able to hold back, Maddox slowly climbed onto the bed. Careful not to disturb his sleeping mate, the mad dragon fit the front of his body against the side of hers and breathed a deep sigh of relief. It was like coming home. They fit together perfectly. Her soft, generous curves were the perfect complement to his large, muscled frame.

  Moving her hair to the side, he lightly ran his finger down her spine, smiling as she turned and leaned back against him. Even in her sleep, his little witch recognized her mate and sought to deepen their connection.

  For several long, glorious moments, he looked over her shoulder, simply watching her sleep, mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of her chest. He listened to the beat of her heart, in sync with his own. Their steady melodic beat was a symphony to his ears; it was their song of love. Leaning forward, he kissed across her shoulder and onto her neck, loving how she let her head fall to the side, giving him greater access to her succulent skin.

  Moving his sensual massage to the shoulder he’d just lavished with kisses, Maddox’s hand gently worked down the tender skin of her arm, reveling in her whispered moans and sighs of delight. Intertwining his fingers with hers, he brought her hand to his lips, nibbling the back of each finger.

  Calysta’s eyes fluttered. She took a shuttered breath. Her heart beat stuttered as she slowly awoke, her body and soul responding to his touch. Blinking against the dawn of a new day shining through the curtains, his little witch grinned and wiggled her bum against him as she cooed, “Well, good morning, Mr. MacQueen.”

  His erection jumped at the contact as he sought to catch his breath. Momentarily unable to answer, still trying to breathe, Maddox held Calysta’s shoulder as she tried to turn towards him. Reaching between their bodies, he tore the sheet that shielded her body from his from between them and tossed the offending material to the end of the bed, and in one fluid motion he slid his erection between the cheeks of her bum. The electricity of their connection flared to life. His little witch moaned as she arched her back and rolled her hips while gripping his hand as if it were her only lifeline.

  Kissing the outer edge of her ear, he whispered, “Good morning to you, Mrs. MacQueen,” just as he slid his free arm under her waist and began teasing his way down her stomach.

  He loved the hitch in her breath, the goose bumps on her skin, and the way her aroma filled every crevice of the room. They fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, fashioned to be intertwined for eternity. As he held her to his body, loving her as only one mate can love another, he knew it was the closet to heaven he had ever been.

  Working his way to her center, the curly hairs that covered her mound tickled the tips of his fingers. Calysta whimpered, “Oh Maddy, oh…oh…yes,” as he slid his digits through the proof of her desire and teased her outer lips. It was music to his ears.

  She rolled her hips with more determination, trying to force his fingers where she wanted them most while massaging his erection with her bum with such persistence that the mad dragon saw stars. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his hand out of her wet curls and laid the palm of his hand flat at the bottom of her stomach.

  “Hold still for just a second, mo chroi’, and let an old dragon get his breath.” He groaned against her ear as she squirmed and pushed against him.

  “No rest for the wicked, old man,” his mate breathily chuckled, fully aware of what her movement was doing to his sanity.

  To prove her point, Calysta raised their joined hands to her lips and sucked his index finger into her mouth. She nipped, sucked, and licked his digit until the mad dragon was lost to his desire. His only mission in life became loving his mate with all that he was.

  Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he palmed her breast, massaging her hearted flesh, reveling in the feel of its hardened peek against his hand. Sliding his hand down her body, he pushed first one finger and then another into the wet warmth of her body. Creating a perfect rhythm, he worked his digits in and out of her, rubbing her clit on every inward thrust. She met him stroke for stroke, his erection nestled between the cheeks of her bum growing harder with Calysta’s every movement.

  “Oh, Goddess, Maddox, please…please…I need…need…you.” She moaned as her eyes slid shut and she fisted the sheet in front of her.

  Needing his mate as much as she needed him, Maddox pulled his fingers from her depths and ignoring her mewls of displeasure, held her hip, positioned himself at the back of her opening, and slid his throbbing erection into his mate as far as he could go. They sighed in unison. The peace of being joined flowed freely through their mating bond, filling the couple with utter bliss.

  Calysta’s inner walls contracted around him, forcing him to move, demanding he drive them both to completion. Slowly moving in and out of his mate, controlling the tempo no matter how hard she pushed against him or how much she pleaded, Maddox prayed for the strength to make this perfect moment in time last just a bit longer.

  “Please, Maddy, please…you’re driving me…(gasp).” Her words were lost to her arousal as the mad dragon slid his fingers back to her swollen nub, took it between his thumb and index finger at the precise moment he did the same thing with her hardened nipple, and began working both to the same rhythm he used to thrust in and out of her. Faster and faster, harder and harder, they moved as one. The sounds of the heated flesh slapping together as he drove into his mate from behind sounded in the early morning hours of a perfect day.

  He could feel her orgasm cresting within her just as he too was careening towards completion. His lips found the tender skin at the base of her neck just as their combined release reached it apex and Calysta shouted his name, “Oh my Goddess, yes, yes yessssss, Maddy, Is brae liom tú,”. Instinct pushing his every action, the mad dragon bit down on her flesh just under the mark of two flames enclosed in a Celtic knot. The outward sign of their blessing from the Universe. But he was of the old school and had now marked her as the dragon of old had marked their mates. His beast roared with pride and the man shouted, “And Is brae liom tú, mo maité, go dtí an ghria a thuilleadh shines,” as his release overtook him and he let go of her skin.

  Floating back to earth, still joined, he slowly worked himself in and out of Calysta until her breathing slowed and her eyes slowly opened. Slipping from her warmth, he chuckled as she shivered then rolled her over until they were face to face. Looking deep into her emerald eyes, the mad dragon was again taken back by the miracle that was his little witch.

  How did I ever get so lucky?

  “How did we ever get so lucky?” Calysta gave a lazy chuckle as she answered the thought he’d forgotten to shield.

  Laying his lips to hers, Maddox nipped and tasted at his leisure as his little witch gave as good as she got. He lightly licked her lips. His heart soared as she immediately opened for him with a sweet sigh of submission. Their tongues slid along one another, a slow, smooth, sensual dance that stoked the burning embers of their love. Maddox could feel his erection returning. The scent of Calysta’s arousal renewed upon the breeze. His litt
le witch’s hands massaged up and down his back, her nails teasing his flesh as their arousal grew and their kiss took on a life of its own.

  Sinking his fingers into the globes of her bum, Maddox tore his lips from her. They both gasped for air. Electricity sparked between them, the heat of their attraction explosive and all encompassing. The need to be joined once again made their actions frantic. Rolling his hips to slide into the heaven of his mate, Maddox roared so loud the windows shook when Kayne’s voice sounded in his head, “I’m turning into your driveway. We need to contact Drago.”

  “Go away, Kayne,” Maddox and Calysta growled in unison.

  The shock of Calysta answering the demi god not only affected the mad dragon but also Kayne as he barked with laughter, “Wish I could. Sorry to interrupt the fun, but Rian is about to have a cow and I’m not a bovine midwife. So put on some clothes and I’ll be on the front porch.” He paused and then added, “If it helps, I brought bagels.”

  Only the feel of Calysta’s contained laughter as she moved against his body kept Maddox from jumping out of bed, heading down the stairs, and strangling one of his oldest and best friends with his bare hands. Exhaling a long suffering groan, he kissed Calysta’s forehead and asked, “Are you absolutely sure we can’t live on my mountain?”

  Still giggling, his little witch pulled back until he could see her eyes and shook her head then answered out loud, “No, we cannot. I know they are pains in the butt but they are our pains in the butt and whether you’ll ever admit it or not, you love them.” She leaned forward, gave him a quick kiss, and then said, “Now, get a quick shower. I’ll go make another pot of coffee and let Kayne in then I can shower while y’all call Drago.”

  He knew she was right but it still pissed him off. Life was so much easier as a recluse. Pulling Calysta back to his chest, he kissed her soundly then crawled out of bed and made his way to the shower, grumbling about stupid brethren and the glory of his mountain.

  Just wait till that SOB gets a mate of his own. Paybacks are a bitch…

  Chapter Seven

  Stomping down the stairs with his hair still wet and his t-shirt in his hand, Maddox was trying to decide between punching Kayne in the mouth or the stomach when he heard the low rumble of the demi god’s voice and Calysta’s answering chuckle. Turning the corner, he stepped into the kitchen and growled, “Thought you were staying on the porch?”

  “Maddox,” Calysta chastised, then to only him she said, “where is my sweet lover from a few minutes ago?” before kissing him on the cheek and handing him a mug of coffee.

  “Scared away by the likes of him,” he answered, glaring at Kayne.

  “Nice to see you, too, Maddox,” the demi god snickered then pointing to the bagels said, “Have something to eat. Maybe it will help your nasty disposition.”

  “Maybe I’d rather kick your ass,” the mad dragon challenged, holding on to his fraying temper by a thin, tight wire.

  Throwing his hands in the air in surrender, Kayne apologized, “I really am sorry for interrupting,” he waggled his eyebrows, “but Rian is seriously ready to bust a gut and for some reason thinks you and I have to be the ones to call the ol’ Assassin home.”

  Grumbling to himself as Calysta kissed his cheek and excused herself to shower and get ready for the day, Maddox scoffed, “Ri just doesn’t want to get yelled at. I oughta call over there and give him a piece…”

  Interrupted by Kayne’s laughter, Maddox downed the rest of his coffee, placed his mug on the breakfast bar, and headed towards the patio, hollering over his shoulder, “You comin’ or ya’ gonna sit there all day feedin’ your face?”

  Sliding open the glass doors and stepping onto his redwood deck, the mad dragon took a long deep breath of fresh air before taking a seat. He knew he was being obstinate, probably even cantankerous, but he really didn’t care. He didn’t like to be interrupted at the best of times and Kayne’s disruption had come at the worst possible moment. Still irritated, he growled when the demi god set his own fresh mug of coffee on the table between the patio chairs and munched away happily on yet another bagel. The thought of knocking the bagel out of his hand crossed Maddox’s mind mere seconds before Calysta purred through their unique link, “Play nice and I’ll give you your reward later.”

  Smiling despite himself, Maddox watched a replay of a few of their finer moments from earlier that morning as his little witch shared them with him. His anger melted away as his arousal rose. Just as he was about to tell Kayne to get lost and go to his mate, his little witch whispered, “Later, mo ghra’,” and cut their connection.

  “If I didn’t love her so much, I would…” Maddox grumbled under his breath, stopping short when he realized Kayne could hear every word.

  The demi god chuckled, “Your mate sure is one of a kind. No doubt she was made just for you.” He sighed and looked out over the landscape as he took a drink of coffee and then added, “You’re one lucky dragon, my friend.”

  Maddox immediately felt sorry for his old friend. It wasn’t something he did very often. For the most part, the mad dragon minded his own business and expected others to do the same, but in this case, he could see that Kayne longed for a mate. Wanted that someone special, created just for him, to spend the rest of eternity alongside.

  “Your mate will show up soon. No worries.” Maddox fumbled through the only encouraging words he could think of and quickly added, “Let’s call this old SOB and break the news.”

  Giving Maddox a knowing smile, Kayne nodded and said, “Do the honors, ya’ grumpy old cuss.”

  As they both chuckled, Maddox called, “Drago, you there?”

  “I’m here. What the hell are you doing calling me? I thought you were still honeymooning. Congratulations by the way. How’s mated life treating you?” The Dragon Guard Commander was known as the Assassin, named because there wasn’t a wizard or hunter alive that could outrun, outwit, or outfight him and his Force, known as The Enforcers. It was a fact that when they set their sights on an enemy, that enemy was as good as dead.

  “Yeah, well, as usual, our boy here screwed that up, too,” Kayne snickered.

  “Shut the hell up, Kayne,” Maddox growled. “Thanks, it’s going good but that’s not why we called.”

  “Didn’t figure it was but I thought I’d try the polite route to start. Alicia says my people skills leave a lot to be desired,” Drago snorted and the mad dragon had to smile. The Assassin’s mate was also a witch and a sweet girl but much younger than her dragon. The age difference had to be difficult to understand from both sides, but especially for the young witch. Not a one of the older Guardsmen had much in the way of people skills, especially the ones who’d been locked away by dark wizards or hunters in one way or another for a century. They were from a rougher, more fight-or-be-killed time, and old habits were proving to be hard to change.

  “Yeah, well, it’s just us, so cut the crap,” Maddox grumbled.

  Kayne barked with laughter, “As you can see, Calysta’s attempts at reforming our resident old bastard are not working.”

  Drago chuckled in response. “Don’t let ‘em change you, Doxie. The lads and I always loved you just the way you were – grumpy and growling.”

  Maddox cringed at the use of his old nickname and even more so at the gleam in Kayne’s eyes. The demi god had apparently forgotten about the moniker but now that it was renewed in his mind, the mad dragon could only hope his old friend kept his mouth shut.

  Oh, yeah, right, like that’s gonna happen…

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks,” Maddox pressed on. “Anyway, the reason for the call is that we ran into a nasty customer a couple of months back. A real asshole who was torturing shifters of all kinds. I’ll let Kayne explain the technical shit to you.”

  The mad dragon nodded to the demi god and sat back while Kayne explained Tariq O’Baoill’s heinous operation and what they’d found there. It was still difficult to hear the details and took all Maddox’s control not to become enraged all ove
r again. Not that getting pissed would do any good until they found Adam and Eve, but he felt useless just sitting on his patio talking about what needed to be done instead of taking action.

  Kayne wound up his explanation with, “And we blew the place up, but as usual, there were still some surprises. I’ll let Doxie,” the demi god winked and Maddox thought about punching him in the jaw, but decided Calysta wouldn’t approve, “tell you what happened next.”

  “Okay, it kind of seems as though you lot are building to something here,” Drago cautiously chuckled.

  Taking a deep breath, Maddox decided there was no easy way to break the news, so he simply blurted out, “We found Kyran.”

  “What the hell? Really?” Kayne shouted out loud at the same time that Drago bellowed, “You what? Is he okay?”

  Maddox sat quietly as they peppered him with questions, one through mindspeak and the other in his face. “You couldn’t have softened the blow?”

  “Where is he?”

  “What the hell is the matter with you?”

  “Why are you calling me and not him?”

  Deciding enough was enough, the mad dragon roared, “SHUT UP!” Both out loud and directly into the Assassin’s mind. The badgering stopped. Maddox took a deep breath then stood and began to pace the deck as he explained, “There’s no easy way to explain all of this, so just listen then you can lose your bloody mind. Okay, Drago?” He continued to ignore the dirty looks from Kayne and rubbed his forehead, trying to push back the headache that was pounding like a base drum in his brain. “Yes, Kyran was being held and tortured at Tariq’s facility but we didn’t know that. There was no record of him. The bastards had him hidden and somehow dampened his magic. Apparently, Lenn’s explosion freed him. He flew out of the burning compound, took O’Baoill, and that was the last we saw of him.”

  Maddox paused and sat back down while Drago asked an endless stream of questions. “You just let him go? Have you looked for him? What are you lot doing to find him. We HAVE to find Kyran, he’s one of my lads, my second. Why would he leave? What aren’t you telling me?”