by Julia Mills
“We, the Emerald Dragons, draw their power and mysticism from the Mother Goddess herself. We are the symbol of life and rebirth which I freely share with my mate, as I will freely share all that I am until the day we ascend into the Heavens to live happily for eternity with those who have gone before us.”
This time it was the King who bent at the waist and with his bold baritone intoned, “To you, your children and the children after them until the end of time, know that the Blessing of King Aenghus, the one who rules alongside his Queen, Ruler of the one true Fairy Court, will forever be engraved in the annals of our history.”
Shaking the King’s hand, Chance proclaimed, “Thank you, mo Rí. I will remain true to the Fairy Court as I remain faithful to Dragon Kin and my mate, the one true love of my heart, the other half of my soul and the light to my darkness, Belle Angelica Silvers.”
Standing upright and stepping back beside his queen, King Aenghus gave a single nod as the members of Fairy Court clapped and cheered for the newly mated couple. Raising her wand, the Queen waited until the crowd was completely silent before with a wave of her hand she instructed the couple to stand while saying, “What we have consecrated on these holy lands of the Fairy, let no creature, great or small, tear asunder. Belle, please take you mate to the top of the mound, where you shall both receive your marks, the symbol from the Goddess of All that you are right, and truly mated in her eyes.”
Hardly able to contain her excitement or her need, Belle tightened her grip on Chance’s hand and all but pulled him back down the carpet of ivy, through the arch of sabers and into the Rain Tree Forest. “Just follow me. We can’t even kiss until we get to the top. It is considered unseemly,” she explained, knowing she’d already told him but needed to do something, anything, to curb her desire.
Chuckling, Chance quickly answered, “The sooner we get to the top, the sooner you are mine in every way imaginable.”
Reaching the base of the Fairy Mound, just on the other side of the forest, the Christmas Fairy turned to her mate and winked, “Now for the fun part.”
Snapping her fingers, Belle’s wings grew to nearly twice their original size, their tips as tall as the top of Chance’s head and the bottoms touching the ground. Holding out her free hand, she loved that her dragon instinctively reached for her in return as she asked, “Are you ready, Dragon Man?”
“You can’t even imagine how ready I truly am.”
“Then off we go,” she chuckled, pulling her wings forward then immediately pushing them back several times until she felt her feet rise from the ground. Grinning at the twinkle in Chance’s eyes as he too rose into the air, she teased, “Not as comfortable as riding on a dragon’s back, but still better than climbing this mountain on foot.”
“Nothing wrong with this flight at all.” Leaning his head back, pretending to be relaxing even though she could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, her dragon added, “I like a woman who’s not afraid to take control.”
“Oh, baby, you sure you wanna let that fairy outta the bag.”
“Absolutely,” he purred. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Thankfully, they finally reached the top of the Fairy Mount, because Belle knew she didn’t have the strength to hold out if Chance took their banter any farther. Gently touching down on the sacred ground where her Ancestors had hidden from their enemies all those centuries ago, the Christmas Fairy could feel the power of the Fairy Ancients flowing through her body and she knew from the tremor in her dragon’s hands that he felt it, too.
Not wanting to wait a second longer than she had to, Belle closed the distance between them and crooked her index finger in a come-hither motion. Going up on her toes, she met Chance halfway, looked deep into his eyes and recited the prayer she’d been taught by her grandmother so very many years before.
“I love you with all that I am, and always will, my beloved dragon. By the power of the Goddess may thoust love me. As the moon follows the sun may thoust follow me, for I will always follow you. As light to my eyes, as joy to my heart, as the other half of my soul, may thy presence be ever with me. Oh, Chance, my beloved dragon, I will love you forever and always and even in death, for we will ascend into the Heavens arm-in-arm, hand-in-hand, always together, never apart.”
Putting his lips to hers, Belle opened completely to her mate, holding nothing back just as she could feel her mate was totally uninhibited. Fire rushed through every cell in her body, her heart and soul were laid wide open, and her wings fluttered with a renewed vigor that only comes when a fairy’s entire being, body, mind, heart, and soul are combined with her one and only mate.
Moaning into their kiss at the same time that Chance groaned, Belle heard the song of the Heavenly Fairy chorus as a sting, like that of a bee, struck her neck. Tearing her lips from her mate’s, the Christmas Fairy gasped, “Take me home, Dragon Man. Take me home and love me as the Fates intended.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
Chapter Sixteen
Never in his long life had Chance flown as fast and true as he did with Belle on his back after they’d received their mating marks from the Goddess of All. His neck still tingled where the fairy wings covered in dragon scales had been branded on his skin, and he looked forward to the one that would appear right under it after their formal dragon mating ceremony.
Transforming from dragon to man as he descended behind the cottage he’d rented just a few miles from the Lair of the Blue Dragons and the condo Belle shared with Candy and Ginger, Chance burst out laughing as Belle murmured the exact words he was thinking, “Thank the Goddess, you got us a place for us to be alone for a few weeks. I think I would blast the hair off anyone who dared to bother us.”
Stopping at the porch steps, unable to wait a second longer, the dragon touched his lips to his fairy’s. What was supposed to be a chaste kiss, a promise of what was to come, soon took on a life of its own. Their passion caught fire and from one heartbeat to the next, Chance was up the stairs, across the threshold, and kicking the door shut.
Slowly pulling away from Belle’s lips was the hardest thing he’d ever done as he let her body slide down his, every excruciating inch adding fuel to the fire of his desire. Looking down, Chance nearly fell to his knees as his fairy gazed up at him, bit her bottom lip, and smiled. Their love was a powerful thing, more all-encompassing than he’d ever imagined, for, with that one glance, his little fairy effectively shredded every defense he’d ever built and completely claimed the dragon body and soul.
In one sweeping motion, Chance pulled Belle back to his chest and slammed his mouth to hers. A shattering current of pure electricity shot through their mating bond and filled the Guardsman to near bursting with their immense love and commitment. He literally craved every inch of his mate with every fiber of his being.
Their tongues met as she opened completely to him, holding nothing back, trusting him with everything that she was. Her hands slid under his shirt. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her hips moved against his. It was a buffet of sensual overload that spurred the Guardsman on and pushed their passion higher.
Wanting…needing to feel all of her, Chance’s hands massaged and caressed her generous curves, bunching the material of her gossamer gown until he touched the bare skin of her lower back. Belle’s scent filled the hallway as her arousal grew, making both man and dragon insane with desire. His beast purred at the wonder of having their mate excited and needy and within their grasp.
Arching her back, Belle moaned into his mouth as just the tips of his fingers slid inside the lace of her panties. He felt the goosebumps cover her heated skin as Chance sought to memorize every inch of his delectable mate. His fingers grazed the wet curls at the top of her mound, making Belle roll her hips, grinding against his throbbing cock as it tented the material of his dark linen pants.
Unable to stand one more second of sexual torment, Chance swept Belle off her feet and raced to the bedroom. Kicking open the door, he strode to
the bed, carefully laid her down, shrugged off his already open shirt, and within seconds was laying cradled between her thighs.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and their hips met stroke for stroke. The only thing keeping him from burying his throbbing cock deep inside and claiming her for all time was their clothing.
Reaching for the hem of her gown just as her hands slipped under the waistband of his pants, Chance hissed as her nails bit into the soft flesh of his ass while she sought to keep him close. Their pace increased as the last of Chance’s restraint shattered. Rising to his knees, he couldn’t help but smile as Belle’s moans turned to gasps when he grabbed her wrists, lifted them over her head, and held them tight with his much larger hand.
Her brilliant blue eyes burned with passion. Her kiss swollen lips begged for his attention. Her hips teased his swollen cock, but it was her hardened nipples pressing invitingly against the red silk of her dress that caught his attention. Chance’s mouth watered and his dragon purred, it was a feast for not only his eyes but his senses, and he was going to feast on the bounty of his mate. Looking back at his fairy, the Guardsman held her gaze as he reached around her back with his free hand and, in one swift move, ripped the gown from her body, throwing the offending garment over his shoulder.
The tiny red jeweled buttons quickly followed as he swept them to the floor, smiling at the tinkling sounds they made against the wood and the way his assertiveness further aroused his mate. Capturing her gaze, the dragon lowered his lips to her breast, reveling in her sharp intake of her breath as he sucked as much as he could of her ample breast into his mouth. With tongue and teeth, he licked and sucked first one breast then the other until Belle was writhing beneath him, her legs tightening around him, his name on her lips.
Leaving the heaven of her voluptuous chest, he kissed and nipped down her body, making sure to keep her hands captive. He tasted the silky skin of her stomach, groaning low in his throat at her sweetness. Taking a deep breath, Chance pushed his needs, as well as those of his dragon, back, kissing from one hip to the other, right along the top of her panties, dipping his tongue just under the lace, enjoying the lift and thrust of Belle’s hips and her pleading moans. “Chance…Chancccee…love, oh, oh…please, Chance…please.”
“Please what, mo fairy milis? What can I do for you?” he crooned, continuing to taste and torment his beautiful mate
“I…I…I need…you…just…you” was his fairy’s impassioned response. Belle writhed and pulled at the grip he had on her wrists. “Chance… let go. I need… want…to touch you.”
Lost to their passion, her plea was little more than a breathy whisper but effective none the less. No sooner had he let go of her hands than her fingers dove into his hair as she attempted to direct his movements. He chuckled against her skin, sticking to his slow, torturous seduction.
Sliding farther down her body, Chance buried his nose against the crotch of her arousal-soaked panties. His head spun as Belle’s delectable scent of peppermint, pine, clover, and ginger filled his senses. Completely lost to his mate and with both hands free his fingers closed over her hips, slowing her movements as the digits of his other hand slid inside the leg of her panties.
His index finger touched her curls, wet with arousal, and Belle’s hips shot off the bed despite the hold he had on her. He traced her outer lips up one side and down the other, slowly torturing them both, pushing their passion higher, marveling at the absolute perfection of his mate. His fairy pulled at his hair, her hips thrust against his fingers trying to force his hand where she needed him most.
With her mind open to his, they shared everything. As she threw back her head, baring her throat to him, Chance was caught off guard by the rush of his own emotions as Belle’s complete trust in him flooded his heart and soul. Her cheeks grew more flushed, her lips were drawn into a perfect ‘O’ and she panted his name as he pushed his finger into her warm, wet pussy. He didn’t even try to stop the satisfied smile that curved his lips as “Oh My Goddess. I love this man,” floated through her mind. His Belle was absolute perfection.
Unable to take one more moment without her taste upon his tongue, Chance fisted the silk and lace of her panties and pulled. His dragon roared in triumph at the sound of the ripping material. Throwing the shredded garment over his shoulder as he removed his finger and quickly replaced it with the thrust of his tongue deep inside her, the Guardsman basked in the sweet honey of his mate. Curling the tip of his tongue, he teased the bundle of nerves at the top of her channel, both man and dragon rejoicing at the sound of his name on her lips like a mantra to the Fairy Goddess. Belle’s legs came up over his shoulders and closed around his head, her heels digging into his back, urging him on as he licked, sucked, and tasted.
Belle’s taste exploded on his tongue. The dragon saw stars. One taste was not enough, a lifetime would never be enough. His fairy was like no one he’d ever known before. The more he tasted, the more he wanted. There would never be a time in their very long lives together that he would not crave her, need her, want her by his side.
Feeling her orgasm building to its crescendo, Chance placed the flat of his tongue at the base of her slit and licked from bottom to top, sucking her clit between his lips when he reached the top. Holding the throbbing nub between his teeth, he teased her with the tip of his tongue until she was thrashing and mewling, begging for release.
Through their mating bond, the Guardsman felt the exact second that his fairy could take no more and gently bit down on her clit. Belle screamed her release to the Heavens as Chance thrust his tongue into her as far as he could reach, drinking her nectar until the spasms of her orgasm began to subside. Continuing to lick and taste, the dragon couldn’t help but grin as his mate sighed with complete satisfaction, her legs sliding from his shoulders.
Lifting his head, he gazed at Belle’s lazy smile and half-lidded eyes and in that instant, his world became complete. There was nothing that would ever compare to the look of his well-loved mate laying beneath him and the knowledge that he put that look there.
Rising to his knees, Chance slowly crawled up Belle’s body, placing his hands on either side of her head when they were face to face. Gazing into her eyes, he poured all the love, commitment, and affection he felt for his fairy into the words he’d waited his whole life to say. “Tá mo chroí istigh ionat, Belle Nichols. Còmhla gu bràth, gràdhaichidh mi thu daonnan.”
Tears came to her eyes, tears he knew from their connection were out of joy as she uttered, “You own me, heart and soul, mo Dragon. Together forever, forever in love.”
Needing to be one with his mate more than he’d ever needed anything in his life, Chance jumped from the haven of her body, tore the clothes from his body, and returned to his mate in less than a single heartbeat. Slamming his lips to hers, he demanded entrance. The couple sighed in unison as their tongues touched.
Rolling his hips against Belle’s, Chance roared as his cock slid against her wet curls, the proof of her arousal wetting his erection. The sensation was more than man or beast could handle. Tearing his lips from hers, the Guardsman lifted up on his hands, positioned his erection at the opening of her warm, wet pussy, and while looking deep into his mate’s eyes, thrust with all his might, only stopping when his tip touched the mouth of her womb.
Holding perfectly still while her body adjusted to his, Chance saw stars as her pussy contracted around him, massaging his erection, pushing him to move. Pulling out of his mate only to thrust back in, his control completely shattered as she met him thrust for thrust, the sounds of their flesh slapping against one another mixed with their harsh breaths filling the room with the beautiful sounds of their lovemaking.
Her moans were music to his ears. Her hands slipped from his shoulders. He felt the bite of her nails as they slid down his back and both man and dragon roared, thrilled they had driven her to such passionate heights.
Her pussy contracted tighter and tighter around him. His cock swelled. His balls grew tight.
They were so very close. The need for them to release together, to be one in all things, was great within both Chance and his fairy. Reaching between their bodies, he rubbed his thumb against her clit. Belle’s nails bit deeper into his back, she bowed up until only the weight of his body kept her from coming off the bed, and shouted his name over and over. Frantic beneath him, she begged for more as he slammed into her.
“Look at me, Belle. Look at the man who loves you more with every beat of his heart,” Chance sent directly into her mind as he lightly pinched her swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger. Belle’s eyes snapped opened, and together they screamed their release to the Heavens. Her pussy held him tight, coaxing every last drop of his release from him. As she began to relax, he slowed his pace, wringing the last of her orgasm from deep within, smiling as she shivered from the sensation of his cock rubbing against her sensitive walls.
A satisfied sparkle replaced the clouds of passion as Belle’s eyes began to clear. His heart skipped as the lazy grin of contentment once again graced her lips. Needing to stay close, loving the feel of her skin next to his, he let his cock slide from the haven of her body as he rolled to his side, taking her with him, only stopping when their heads rested comfortably on the pillows at the head of the bed.
He recognized the gleam in her eye and the wicked grin on her lips and asked, “What are you up to, mo shìth bheag?”
“Oh, nothing,” she sighed, bringing her lips to his and as she kissed him, whispering into his mind, “Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday. It’s our day. Think you can get out of bed?”
“Happy Birthday to you, my sweet. I can try, but you’ll owe me,” he chuckled aloud.
“I’m good for that and a whole lot more.” Belle waggled her eyebrows as she jumped out of bed, hiding her beautiful body behind a sheet before making a show of rolling her hips from side-to-side as she headed to the window.
Squealing with delight as he snuck up behind her, Chance chuckled as his mate giggled like a school girl when he picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to the window. Following where she pointed, the Guardsman was awestruck when Belle started singing ‘Happy Birthday’ as he saw Santa’s sleigh and watched it write the words ‘Happy Birthday, Dragon Man, XOXO Your Fairy’ in the snow that flew from the back of his sleigh.
