“Lights,” he called out. A soft golden glow filled the room and Brenton smiled. He was thankful he’d had his designer install an advanced voice-activated system connected to the utilities of the house.
“Fireplace.” Brenton moved past her and headed for his bedroom. “Give me a few minutes to draw a bath for you, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll just poke around.”
“Make yourself at home. Mi casa es su casa.” He meant that. His home was now hers, forever. He’d make sure of that. Brenton drew the bath and grabbed a robe for her. As much as he didn’t want her to cover up, he had to dispose of her torn panties, get her a new blouse and get her skirt cleaned up. When he came back to the living room, his breath caught when he saw her curled up in his favorite chair near the hearth. She looked so small, swallowed up by the oversized piece of furniture, and yet so perfect, like she belonged there.
Sky looked up at him. Her wide brown eyes gazed back at him with questions and desire. He wasn’t sure which he wanted to respond to first. His cock was still hard. His balls ached for release again. Arousal swirled in his system, reminding him of his insatiable need to join with his fire companion. He was about to suggest another round before a bath but she scattered his thoughts with her first question to him.
“Souler. So you think I’m your soul mate, huh?”
“What?” Brenton wondered just how much she knew about dragons. From what he knew, dragon lords didn’t usually share a lot of information with their bound humans. The fact that she knew what souler meant and had been flying with a dragon before told him a lot about her past relationship with her former master. Had he been the one to initiate her into being a submissive? Jealousy tightened his gut, pushing away the arousal.
She unfolded her frame and stood up. Her hips swayed as she came toward him. His arousal came roaring back. In that second he didn’t care who had introduced her to the ways between a master and sub. She was his now and always. Sky plucked the robe from his hands and began to strip. His mouth filled with saliva as he watched each inch of skin become revealed to his hungry gaze. His dragon stretched and came forward, panting. Its arousal mingled with his, and the intensity of the desire for her increased until it threatened to shred his control.
He growled when she slipped into his robe. Brenton wanted her naked again. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed like she had in the alley. “Take it off,” he ordered roughly.
She shook her head, dark brown waves tossed everywhere with the movement. “Not until you explain things to me.” Sky turned and resumed her seat.
Her expression said it all. She wanted answers and wouldn’t budge until she got them. Their relationship had shifted in that moment. He was no longer in control. She held all the cards. With a sigh, he went and sat down on the sofa near her. “I… I love you,” he whispered softly.
“Okay, and?”
“That’s it? Okay?” She gave him a look which made Brenton continue. “And I want to be with you always. I believe, we believe, my dragon and I, that you are our souler, our soul mate, fire companion, our everything. We want to be with you always and hope you’ll accept us.” Never in his life had he felt so vulnerable. He was putting himself out on a limb and giving her his heart. She could easily take it and stomp on it. His insides twisted as he waited for her answer.
“And the reason you brushed me off all those weeks was?”
He sighed. “I was stupid and humiliated that I’d lost control and scared you. That is not the way I wanted you to learn that I am a dragon.”
“I’ve been around other dragons, you know.”
“Yes, I know. You were a bound human.”
“And I’m not blind.”
“Huh?”
She shook her head and looked at him as if he’d suddenly become dense. “Your tattoo, the two half sleeves of scales, your silver dragon fang necklace. Hell, your area in the club was all dragon-oriented as well as hot as hell. I never complained but geez, you do know what air conditioning is, right?”
“Watch your tongue or I’ll paddle your ass.”
“I’m not done yet, scaly hide.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Scaly hide?”
“I’m not the one who went dragon PMS-tastic on me, now was I? So shut your mouth and listen up.”
He grumbled but went silent. Brenton knew he deserved this. He’d screwed up and now he had to take his medicine.
“Now, where was I? Most dragons have those indicators that tell a person who knows what they are. Now why were you afraid to tell me what you were? Did you think I was too sensitive or scared? Did you think I’d just break and run?”
He took a moment to gather his thoughts. “I was afraid that you were too raw from your experience with your Dragon Lord to deal with another dragon. I’ve seen a lot of bound humans who’ve had horrible experiences with their masters. I’ve helped Egan with Bound for Freedom. I know how bad things can get. You and Katrina seem to be the few exceptions. I just didn’t want to scare you.”
“And yet almost turning during our session was a good thing? I’m not a china doll. We, ex-bound humans, would prefer things be up front after having been kept in the dark for the most part. I was lucky. My former Dragon Lord was kind and informative. He made sure I understood everything to avoid punishment from another Dragon Lord. As you know, some dragons wouldn’t hesitate to correct a faux pas with the back of their hand and the end of a whip. You not telling me made me think perhaps you had no faith in me. Yes, I freaked out and I tried to apologize, but you wouldn’t give me the chance.”
Brenton hung his head. “I know, and I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. We both made mistakes and now it’s time to fix things.” Sky stood up and walked through the bedroom to the bathroom.
He followed, his head swirling with what she’d said. Brenton joined her in the bathroom. He sucked in a breath as he watched her sink into the massive tub and settle down. She was a goddess. She was being very understanding.
Sky glanced at him. “Are you going to join me or am I going to bathe alone?”
Her gaze wandered over his body. The heat in her eyes set off sparks along his nerve endings. He didn’t waste any time undressing and sinking down across from her. His palms itched to caress her but he didn’t go to her. They had to talk. It was important in order to move forward.
“I should tell you that in the past I’ve usually just pushed women away and avoided commitment. What I want from you is a relationship, and I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
“Do you fear getting hurt yourself?” She settled against the back of the tub and watched him through narrowed eyes. The back of his neck prickled with awareness. It almost felt as if she’d become the predator stalking her prey: she wanted answers from him.
He swallowed. “Yes, I do. If you decide not to be with me, I’m not sure where I’ll go from here.”
“I’ve heard of you and your brothers’ reputations with women. I had an idea of what I was getting into. Being your submissive allowed me to see you in a light I doubt you showed to other women. I watched you in the room and in the club. To me you are considerate and sweet. To others, you dismiss them unless they are useful. There were the exceptions, like Katrina or your brothers. You’re putting up barriers. You have to let others in or miss out on opportunities.”
He laughed. “You trying to change me?”
“No, I’m showing you what you’re like with others. I know you’re a good person. You have to let others see that. As far as other women, I’m not them. I won’t let you get away with just dismissing me. Being submissive stays in the bedroom, understand?”
He nodded.
“No, say it,” she ordered.
“I understand.”
“No matter how attracted I am to you or how much I trust you, I’m not going to just jump into a relationship with you. We need to get these things worked out now before I agree to anything. We have to be clear.”
“Okay. This is all new to me.
”
“I know,” she said gently. “We’ll help each other.” Sky moved toward him and caressed his cheek.
“Does this mean that you want to be with me? Be my fire companion?”
“Depends. Think you can handle me?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. He groaned as he felt the press of her hardened nipples against his chest. Heat burst on his skin at the contact, sending shivers along his nerve endings straight to his shaft. Brenton took hold of her hips and rolled his, sliding his cock against her stomach. She moaned and pressed herself closer.
“Let’s get cleaned up and then go to bed,” he whispered gruffly.
They rushed through the bath, dried off and climbed into his king-sized bed. Brenton pulled her body against his. He stroked her skin, in awe of the softness. He watched his hand move over her hip and down her thigh. The contrast in their tones held him captive. “Beautiful.”
Sky turned in his arms to face him. She reached up and traced her fingers over his cheek. “You’re beautiful.”
He grinned. “Handsome, love.”
She rolled her eyes. “Handsome. Now shut up and kiss me.”
He pressed her onto her back and took her lips while his hands caressed her body. Brenton filled his palms with her breasts. He squeezed the mounds gently and pinched her nipples. She groaned and arched her back. He kissed his way down her neck and between her breasts.
“Brenton,” she moaned. Her body writhed against his. She threw one leg over his waist and ground her pussy against his groin. Her juices coated his cock. He moaned and thrust his hips. His shaft jumped as the urge to sink into her cunt and fuck her took hold. His dragon clawed from the inside. It wanted out to be with its mate.
“Show me,” Sky urged. “Half shift.”
Brenton buried his head between her breasts and gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to do it. Fear was threatening to douse the desire.
“I’m your mate, your fire companion. Show me who you are,” she growled out. “Fuck me like the dragon you are.”
The gauntlet was thrown. He lifted his head and let out a roar. Scales rippled along his skin. He panted, sending silver puffs of air drifting between them. He hadn’t fully shifted. The room was too small for him to become a full dragon. She waved away the smoke and stared up at him.
“Like what you see?” he asked, his voice deeper and gruffer. He needed to hear her say it. Part of him was still scared she would turn and run. Brenton wanted to hear her say that she loved all aspects of him, even the dragon part.
Her expression softened. “Yes, I adore what I see. Now claim me, make me your fire companion.”
“Gladly.” Brenton lowered his head and flicked her nipple before curling his tongue around the tightened peak. He teased first one tip and then the other before trailing nips and kisses down her body. The taste of her was an elixir that drove him to the brink of madness. One swipe was not enough. He needed more of her essence. He licked his way down her body, pausing to swirl his tongue in her navel. She buried her hands in his hair, urging him down to where she needed him most.
He lifted his head and looked at her. “What do you want, Sky? What do you need of me?”
“Eat me, make me come on your mouth,” she urged.
Brenton complied. He kissed, licked and nipped his way over her mound to between her thighs. She parted her legs, exposing the puffy lips of her sex. He blew softly before inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. Sky moaned and writhed. The strength of her hold on his hair increased. She pushed him toward her damp sex. Brenton was more than happy to comply with her silent request. He lapped up one side of her slit and down the other, using just the tip of his now forked tongue. Up, down, increasing the pressure with each pass. She ground her pussy against his mouth, trying to find that sweet friction that he knew she craved. He refused to give it to her. Instead, Brenton used his thumbs to expose her clit to his gaze. He circled the nub slowly, pausing to tickle the head with his tongue.
“Brenton, please, eat me,” she gasped. He answered her by circling her dripping entrance then nibbling and licking up one side of her sex and down the other, pausing to tickle her anus. Her cries and gasps egged him on. He went faster and faster, adding something new with each pass, dipping his tongue into her grasping cunt here, tickling her anus there, alternating the rhythm to keep her guessing. Her nectar coated his lips as she grew wetter and wetter.
Brenton wanted to drive her mad with desire. He scraped the tip of one fang very carefully over the head of her clit. Her gasp was his reward. He sucked the aching bundle of nerves into his mouth, flicking and sucking on the nub. His whole being was tuned to her pleasure. Wanting to turn things up a notch, he slipped first one finger and then two into her pussy, fucking her slowly with the digits.
He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating with all he had, listening to the sounds of her moans and beyond that her heartbeat. The steam of her body heat pressed against him. In the air he scented the soap they had used in the bath and the thick perfume of her arousal. He felt her slickened inner thighs rubbing against his shoulders.
“Brenton, harder, fuck me harder,” she moaned.
He gazed up to see her head thrashing on the pillow while she undulated. Her face glistened with sweat. Her bottom lip was flushed a dark red color, almost as if it had been bruised. Her breasts bounced gently with each movement of her body. He moved one hand up to cup and fondle one mound and pinch her nipple at the same time that he bit her clit.
Brenton released each sensitive bud at the same time and repeated the action while thrusting his fingers faster into her grasping cunt. Her juices coated his hand. He was in heaven. This was all he could ask for. For a brief moment he closed his eyes and gave himself over to savoring the scent, feel, music and taste of her. The walls of her vagina quivered around his fingers as he pushed her closer to climax. Wanting to push her over, he bit down on her clit and pinched her nipple again and then let go. A soft cry fell from her lips when she came. Her cunt grasped his fingers, holding them tight before releasing them. More of her feminine honey slipped over his hand. As the quakes died away he released her clit and slipped his drenched digits from her sopping cunt. He paused to lick them, savoring the taste of her before moving up her body.
His heart expanded when he took in the afterglow on her face.
“It’s not over yet,” he whispered, taking her lips. He positioned himself at her entrance. One thrust and he was beyond heaven and straight into a world where words couldn’t describe his pleasure. Her tight sheath clenched around his cock, squeezing pleasure out of him. It was incredible to him that something so simple as sex with his mate could make him feel so good. Pleasure ran up and down his spine as fire worked its way over his nerve endings.
“Goddess,” he gritted out, trying in vain not to give in to the desire riding him hard. His balls ached to release his seed into her clenching womb. Every instinct in him was screaming for him to move, thrust, fuck, claim. Instead he paused and savored this moment. Her inner walls rippled around his cock so sweetly he almost cried.
The kiss he took from her turned savage. His body shaking with effort, he tried not to thrust. Every limb quivered with power held back. Within him his dragon watched, its barbed tail swaying lazily. The animal tilted his head as if asking him why the hell he wasn’t doing what they both wanted.
Want to savor this, he told the dragon.
The dragon’s answer was to nod. The need ebbed away, and Brenton knew it was only a matter of time before the tidal wave came in to slam him into action. With reluctance he pulled his head away and gazed down at Sky. Passion, need and love shone back at him and he was in awe.
“I love you,” he whispered before pulling back and pushing forward, starting a rhythm that was as old as time itself. They moved together. He felt the slick slide of their skin. The scrape of her nipples against his chest burned him with their touch, marking him as hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and h
er arms around his neck, pulling him down to her.
Sky’s eyes glistened with held back emotion. “Fuck me.”
Those two words spurred him into action. The tidal wave crashed within him, dragging him under with burning need, and his dragon stopped blocking both of their desires. Heat sizzled along his skin as his body became one living flame. The fire was stoked higher and higher with each thrust of his hips. He sank into her tight wet heat over and over again, branding her pussy as his. He fucked her hard.
The word “mine” fell from his lips in a litany, sometimes coming out as a prayer, sometimes as a curse and sometimes in a growled vow. Brenton was drowning in the inferno of his need and in her body. He took her lips roughly. The kiss was biting, possessive and bordering on violence. It was a clash of teeth, lips and tongues. She took it all and gave it back to him. Wildfire broke free and swallowed him whole as the pressure burst and pleasure rushed up and down his spine. As he climaxed so did she. He tore his mouth from her lips and let out a guttural cry as he emptied himself into her grasping core. He didn’t stop pumping his hips until he was empty.
Brenton breathed hard as he took a soft kiss. He held tightly to her body and rolled them over so that she was on top. Their combined juices slipped over his balls, reminding him that they hadn’t used protection. She snuggled down on his chest, her heart pounding against his.
Chapter Four
Sky yawned and stretched, easing aches from the night before. Brenton’s heat pressed against her back. His erection slipped along the crease of her ass. She smiled softly, remembering her night with him. His arms tightened their grip around her waist, drawing her closer to a hard warm body. She sighed. Things were so perfect in that moment.
“Morning.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck and rolled his hips, making her very aware of his erection.
She giggled. “Again?”
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