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Charred Heart (#1, Heart of Fire)

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by Lizzy Ford


  “Right now, I’d trust you with anything,” she managed.

  His finger left, and he gripped her bottom, positioning her. He withdrew enough to align their bodies and slid his dick into her until they fit together perfectly. He filled her core, and her body adjusted to his size

  Chace hissed, his muscles bulging with the amount of control he exerted.

  “You said anything. You mean it?”

  “With all my heart.” She moved against him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling their bodies closer.

  He kissed her and began moving in and out of her, pressing her against the wall and helping support her with his hands.

  “I love being inside you,” he said.

  “Shut up, dragon.”

  He chuckled huskily and began to pump faster. Wrapping an arm around her, he maneuvered them to the kitchen table and wiped it clear with his free arm, then lay her on it. She kept her legs around him and gripped his ass, urging him to move faster in and out of her. The cold table beneath her was only a distraction for a split second, until his hot mouth found her breast and began alternately nibbling and suckling one then the other.

  His control was slipping, his nips almost too rough, his hands branding her once more. He slid out of her body and dropped to his knees, trailing his palms down her body and legs. He propped her feet on his shoulders and pulling her lower body to the edge, until the heat of his mouth reached her.

  She groaned at the incredible sensations of his fingers and mouth working her clit and G-spot, driving her close to climaxing with expertise that left her unable to think of anything but where he’d lick or touch next.

  Just when she was about to shatter, he stopped and stood, holding out his hands for her to take his arms.

  She groaned in objection, needing her release, but held out her hands and let him pull her up. He hefted her onto his hips once more, sinking into her swiftly enough for her to shudder. She kissed him hungrily, and he walked them into the bedroom, clutching her hard enough that she wasn’t able to rub her aching clit against him.

  “You owe me one,” he told her and lowered her across the bed. “Talk about teasing. At least I let you come.”

  If she weren’t so uncomfortably turned on, she would’ve laughed. Instead, she reached for him. He rested on top of her then rolled for her to be on top.

  “Go to it,” he said with a wicked grin and pushed her away, towards his straining erection.

  Skylar glared at him, frazzled.

  “I have a better idea,” she snapped. She climbed off him, circled the bed to where his head was then climbed on top of him, settling her clit at his lips while she took the head of his erection into her mouth.

  “One of my fave positions,” he said in approval. He gave her a hard lick to underscore his point.

  She rested on top of him, focused on making him come. She teased the soft skin of the head then took all of him into her mouth, gripping him hard with her lips as she moved the length of his erection. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, she squeezed hard and began using her mouth and hands in sync while stroking the sack beneath his large dick.

  “Oh, yeah,” he murmured. “It won’t take long with you doing that.”

  “Then you better get to work!” she snapped.

  His fingers moved inside of her. He sucked on the nether lips then traced them lightly with his tongue, teasing her, before he circled the clit lazily.

  She groaned.

  “Don’t get distracted,” he whispered.

  Skylar struggled to focus on pleasing him with the exquisite sensations he was causing her own body. She sucked on him hard, grazing his head with her teeth and alternating between her mouth and hand to stroke his shaft relentlessly until she heard him groan.

  Her body grew tense from his gentle manipulation, and the head of his erection in her mouth grew larger, its shaft thicker.

  Once more, right before she climaxed, Chace stopped, this time rolling her off him. She muttered a curse at him, but one look at his face said he was too close to his own orgasm for the control necessary for him to tease her again.

  She beckoned him to her body. He flashed a grin and pushed her over onto her stomach, pushing her thighs together. He worked one arm beneath her shoulders, the other around her hips to lift them for his entry.

  “Cross your ankles,” he whispered.

  She obeyed.

  Chace plunged into her. “Oh, god you’re even tighter.” He moved in and out of her once more, faster this time.

  His breathing was hard in her ear and the friction of his movement causing more intense sensations than she’d ever experienced. The rough bedspread was torture against her sensitive nipples, and the arm he held under her hips moved downward until two of his fingers were positioned to stroke her.

  But he didn’t, instead holding enough distance between her and them to prevent her from so much as brushing anything that might send her toppling into an orgasm.

  “Chace!” she gasped, overwhelmed.

  “We’ll come together.” His voice was harsh, his strain clear.

  The climax was building deep within her with his increasing speed and the repeated deep penetration of his erection. Skylar gripped a pillow with one of her hands.

  “Ready?” His words were barely human.

  “Yes!”

  He stroked her once, hard, and she arched, sensing something she never thought possible: a double climax getting ready to break. The tension deep within her sheathe, coupled with the more exquisite sensation caused when he touched her clit, made for a potential explosion she wasn’t certain she could handle.

  “Skylar!” Chace cried as he reached the last shred of control. He stroked her hard and fast, in rhythm with him plunging into her body.

  Her body flushed as if with fever, her toes curling a moment before the orgasms broke. Too intense for her to cry out, all she was able to do was ride the waves of ecstasy that wracked her body hard enough to jar her clenched teeth. The climax made her core more sensitive, enough that she felt his dick inside her in detail. His fingers continued working her, finally wringing a cry from her.

  Chace came hard next, his panting heavy and his body shaking. He dropped on top of her, and they lay still.

  “Even … after that, I want more of you,” he breathed, kissing her cheek.

  Skylar focused on catching her breath, still lost in the waves of pleasure working their way through her system. The intensity of the experience sapped any strength or desire to move from her.

  “That was amazing,” she said when she’d recovered enough to speak.

  He eased off her enough to nudge her to roll over. She did so, gazing up at him. He settled between her legs and began licking and nibbling on her breasts.

  “Again already?” She laughed.

  “I’ll enjoy you while I have you.”

  The instinct returned, the one that said that not only was he serious about saying farewell, but that something … not good was going on, too.

  “You can have me whenever you want,” she said, testing him.

  “Now.” He moved up her body to kiss her with hungry that should’ve been sated. He was already hard, and he entered her fast, hard.

  Her body tender from the orgasms, her breath caught, and she broke away, trying to orient herself before plunging again into the intense pleasure of their lovemaking.

  Chace found her lips with his, not giving her the chance to recover before sending her toppling again into his body. With his scent intoxicating her, and his thrusts already taking her close to climax again, any desire she had to figure out what her instincts were trying to tell her faded.

  He was more demanding this round, his hips working as hard as his mouth. She dug her nails into his ass and held on for dear life, aware of her body growing tense in a sign she was about to have her third orgasm in less than fifteen minutes.

  What the hell has gotten into him?

  Did it matter? Sex with him was incredible. Tonight,
it was otherworldly.

  Skylar rode his intensity to three more orgasms over the course of an hour, while he showed no signs of letting up. He never tired of manipulating her body into new positions and going down on her, of savoring every inch of her with his mouth and hot hands. He didn’t let her recover long between, just enough for his orgasm to subside and his dick to grow hard again before he teased her into a frenzy or plunged into her with desperation. His lovemaking was primal and consuming in a way she’d never experienced.

  At long last, he stopped and rested on top of her, breathing hard. Skylar released her ankles and lowered her legs to the bed once more, wrapping her arms around him. She shook from pleasure and exertion, her muscles quivering.

  “Are you okay?” she whispered in a voice hoarse from crying his name.

  “I don’t know,” he murmured, capturing her nipple with his mouth and sucking hard.

  She shivered in response, certain she didn’t have anything else in her.

  “I don’t’ want to leave,” he added.

  “Don’t.”

  “We have to. Gotta find the blue dragon.”

  There was a note in his voice that warned her something really was wrong.

  “He can wait, can’t he?” she teased.

  “I set up a meeting … for you.”

  “Oh.” She ran her hands through his hair then pressed her lips to his temple. “We’ll meet him and rendezvous here.”

  Chace didn’t react for a moment. He got up without looking at her and walked out of the bedroom into the kitchen.

  She watched him, no part of her wanting to move.

  “We have to go,” he said abruptly, as if they hadn’t spent the past few hours making love.

  “You gonna tell me what’s going on?” she asked, concerned.

  “You just have to trust me.”

  “I do, Chace.”

  The sounds of his rustling paused then resumed.

  Damn moody dragons. She groaned as she rolled out of bed. Her wobbly legs barely held her up, and she grinned at the disheveled woman gazing back at her. She looked rough but felt fantastic, if sleepy.

  Skylar got dressed slowly and left her walk-in closet to see Chace seated on the edge of the bed, pillow in hand. He was fully dressed once more, his hair neat and tied at the base of his neck. In his other hand was a set of handcuffs and a pillowcase.

  “Did you change your mind about leaving?” she asked, gaze on the two items.

  He snorted. “I may have told him I captured you.”

  “Ah. Okay. Cuff me.”

  “Okay?” Chace twisted to look at her. “Just … okay?”

  She searched his strong features, not understanding the question he wasn’t asking. Crossing to him, she tugged the pillow free and tossed it, then settled onto his lap.

  “You told me to trust you,” she reminded him, wrapping his arms around her. “So … yeah. Okay.”

  His arms circled her, and he squeezed her ass, pulling her body closer to his. She rubbed her cheek against his roughened one, wishing she knew what was disturbing him enough that he thought they’d never see one another again.

  He hugged her hard, and she reciprocated, relaxing in his arms. The tender moment grew long and peaceful, a far cry from the desperation of his lovemaking. His hair tickled her chin, and she breathed in the scent of his neck, loving it more every time she smelled him.

  “We can capture the blue dragon then go for pizza,” she suggested.

  “You’re thinking of food at a time like this?” he asked with a surprised laugh.

  “I’m thinking of you and a pizza,” she corrected him then added in a whisper. “You’re my dragon.”

  He squeezed her harder. “I’ll always be your dragon, no matter what happens. Even if you hate me one day.”

  “You can’t hate your dragon,” she said. She leaned away to see his face, touched by the deep sorrow in his face. “I can’t hate you. Ever.”

  He held her gaze, the warmth in his beautiful blue eyes glowing in a way that told her she was as much his as he was hers. Seeing his despair troubled her on too many levels. His suffering was deep enough to scare her.

  “We have a pizza date,” she said with forced lightness. “Let’s get the stupid blue dragon so we can hang out.”

  “Okay,” he said and kissed her forehead chastely.

  She climbed off his lap and smiled at him, hiding a tremor of fear and dread.

  Whatever was going on, she suspected it had to do with the blue dragon. A part of her began to think she wasn’t meant to walk away from their meeting alive.

  I trust you, Chace.

  Chapter Nineteen

  It has to be this way. Chace repeated the words until they became an absent chant. In his dragon form, it was impossible for his delicate senses to ignore her scent or the idea that this was the last time he may ever be this close to her let alone spend the night making love to her the way he had.

  He landed lightly at the spot where Mr. Nothing had indicated he should, close to the ocean. He chose a large, flat rock, so as not to make Skylar’s life too much more uncomfortable. The hood and ropes were enough for his conflicted conscience.

  It has to be this way.

  Refusing to dwell on what Skylar was probably thinking or feeling, Chace focused instead on assessing his surroundings. He smelled Mr. Nothing. The ancient dragon shifter was around somewhere, even if Chace wasn’t able to pinpoint where exactly. They were otherwise alone.

  He released Skylar and shifted into his human form, pulling on his clothing quickly to prevent the ocean chill from soaking into his bones. He heard the crash of the sea against rocks in the near distance. Stars lit the isolated area, the only light visible for miles.

  “Still with me?” Chace asked her and gently helped her stand.

  “Yeah.” Her voice was muffled. She didn’t sound scared or worried, as if she really did trust him the way he’d asked her to.

  It made him feel worse.

  Skylar shivered, and he moved closer to her until the warmth of his body helped chase away the cold night.

  “Is he here?” she asked somewhat apprehensively.

  “He’s close. Not sure exactly where.” Chace looked around once more for some sort of movement in their vicinity.

  Skylar shifted closer to him, and he instinctively looped an arm around her shoulders.

  A whoosh of air stirred his hair, and Chace looked up, making out the form of a large dragon hovering overhead.

  “He’s here,” he said, dropping his arm. “Ready?”

  “Yep.”

  There was no hesitation in her voice, and he wondered if any part of her suspected what he planned on doing.

  It has to be this way. The lives of the shifters were at stake, and Mr. Nothing had seemed like he wanted Skylar alive. If she was alive long enough, then Chace could figure out how to keep his magic, save the shifters and rescue her.

  Or maybe he was once more the fool when dealing with a dragon shifter older than him.

  “By the way. You were awesome tonight,” she whispered.

  “As opposed to the other times?” he asked, amused.

  “No. I just mean tonight you didn’t seem like you were holding back. You did the other times we were together. Wild Chace is just … incredible.” There was warmth in her tone that made the dread in his belly grow heavier.

  “For the record, you’re not too bad in the sack either,” he teased.

  She elbowed him.

  “Best I’ve had in a thousand years,” he added more quietly.

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously.” He watched Mr. Nothing descend, aware he was about to be out of bargaining chips.

  “You know, Chace …” she hesitated. “My mother told me that I was supposed to protect my dragon.”

  “I don’t need protecting.”

  “I think you do. Not just from my uh, kind either. I think there’s some other way she meant for me to help you. Sometimes, I alm
ost have it. Then it’s gone in a puff of smoke.” She grew troubled. “Do you think the memories will ever come back? Or maybe you can help me unlock them again?”

  “I don’t know.” Chace rubbed his mouth, apprehension in his blood. “I kinda doubt I can help.”

  She was quiet, expectant.

  “But I’m not a born shifter,” he forced himself to say something more. “I probably couldn’t help anyway.” Even if I wasn’t planning on betraying you tonight.

  “Maybe after our pizza date, we can do some research,” she suggested.

  “Yeah.” I’m a piece of shit. Chace’s heart was beating hard enough to alarm him, his chest almost too tight to speak.

  The nocturnal shifter alighted behind a few boulders and emerged a few moments later, dressed in his typical dark clothing.

  “Stay here. I want to talk to him first,” Chace said to her. “He’s expecting me.”

  “Okay. Be careful.” She sounded anxious.

  He stepped away. His body was fevered despite the cold air, his anxiety growing by the second. He glanced over his shoulder at Skylar.

  She was tense but obedient. He almost wished she’d flee or fight him or somehow make this easier. The golden rope was tucked in her pocket, the sole source of hope he had that she wasn’t going to be vulnerable with Mr. Nothing.

  Chace met Mr. Nothing at the halfway point, far enough away for her not to hear them.

  “This is her?” Mr. Nothing looked past him.

  “It is,” Chace replied. “Per our agreement …”

  “In exchange for this one, I’ll maintain the shifters’ refuge and cease all attacks against the slayers.”

  “Can I ask why her? Why not Caleb, the lead slayer?” Chace asked.

  “You said she is the first to break through the brainwashing. I need someone with a strong mind.”

  “Not to torture or kill or …”

  “Why does her fate concern you?” Mr. Nothing’s tone took on a scornful note. “You will soon be more human than she is.”

  “I know. But that doesn’t mean I like seeing innocent people hurt.”

  “I won’t, unless she forces my hand.”

  Chace folded his arms across his chest, not liking the words.

 

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