Flight of Dragons

by Elianne Adams, Sadie Haller, Zoe York, Shelley Munro, Zara Keane, LC Alleyne, Skye Jones, Evanne Lorraine, Ann Gimpel

  With nothing more than a small kiss and his warm hand, her body pulsed to life. “All of me.” She wasn’t ashamed to admit her need, even if she was, denying it would be useless. With his dragon’s sensitive nose, he’d be able to smell her desire, just like she could his. It was intoxicating knowing that her mate wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

  “Let’s see then, shall we?” The second he lifted the leg still pinning her down, she missed its weight. She wanted to burrow closer to him, not put space between them. Stella held her breath when he released her breast and slid his hand down her belly. His cock jerked against her ass. She moaned and spread her thighs open a little wider, needing whatever it was he was giving.

  “That’s right. I want you to open yourself up for me.”

  Instead of going straight for her pussy, he slid his palm down her thigh, then lifted her leg to drape it over his bent knee, exposing her completely. “Look how beautiful you are. How wet you are. And I haven’t even touched you yet.” He smoothed his fingertips down her inner thigh, pausing just inches from where she needed his touch most.

  “Brycen…”

  “Look. I want you to see it. See how much you want me. Watch me love your body.”

  Until then, she hadn’t noticed the large mirror in front of her, or that she was on full display. When she met his gaze in the reflection, she saw the pure lust, the possessiveness in the depths of his eyes, and her heart pounded. She was his. He was hers.

  He pressed his lips to her neck, kissing the deep red spot he had left with his bite, then scraped his teeth against it. Moving his fingers in small circles on her inner thigh, he brought her attention to that spot. Heat curled inside her, then settled on her clit, making it throb. When his fingers finally slid between her parted folds, Stella moaned, closed her eyes, and thrust her hips forward, wanting more.

  Brycen’s fingers stopped moving. “Keep your eyes open. Watch what I’m doing. I want to see them when you come for me.”

  When she did as he asked, he stroked her clit again, circling over and around it until she could hardly lay still. She concentrated on keeping her eyes open, on watching his fingers, shiny with her arousal, teasing her.

  “More than six months without an orgasm. I bet you’re ready for another one, aren’t you?”

  She opened her mouth to respond, but that’s when he chose to slip not one, but two fingers inside her, and her mind went blank. Her pussy clenched around him, and she moaned at the invasion. Each time his fingers disappeared into her body she held her breath until they skimmed across the tender spot inside her that made her whole body tremble. She wanted more—needed more. Wanting to feel the hard length of his cock sliding in her palm, she reached behind her, but he stopped her with a growl.

  “This is for you, Stella. Last night, we took care of the dragon. Now, I want to take care of my woman. Let me do that.” Even as he caught her gaze in the mirror, his fingers continued to plunge inside her. He moved faster, rubbing against that spot over and over. Brycen brought his lips to her neck again, kissing her mark, nipping at the skin, then licking it. The sensation had her gasping for air and the muscles in her thighs trembling. “Are you ready to come for me, little dragon?” he whispered into her ear just before he used his thumb to stroke across her clit.

  A wave of heated pleasure rushed through her, and she cried out. She met his gaze in the mirror, unwilling to look away as he sent her flying higher and higher. He thrust faster and harder, swiping his thumb across her clit. She wanted to hold out, to make it last, but when he put his lips to her neck again, she was lost. One final nip on her skin and she shattered around his fingers. It took everything in her to keep her eyes open. Brycen gentled his thrusts as she came down from her climax. Only once her breathing slowed, and the spasms rocking her core subsided did he pull his fingers from her body. She watched as he brought them up to his lips and tasted her.

  ***

  Never in his life had Brycen seen anything hotter than Stella having an orgasm. When she came around his fingers, it had taken all his strength not to turn her over and fuck her fast and hard. Not that he thought she would have minded, in fact, he would have made sure she loved every second of it, but he couldn’t focus on his own needs. Stella, and making sure she gained the ability to shift, had to be his one and only priority. Once the she-dragon was satisfied, he could take all the time in the world to explore his mate and fuck her every way until Sunday. And he would. Jace and the others would have to do without him for however long it took, and from the looks of it, it might take a while.

  The sexy sounds she made before and after coming had his cock so hard that he could feel his heart beat in his shaft. Torturing himself a little more, he pressed his hips forward, then moaned as his cock slid against the soft skin of her ass.

  Stella stretched and smiled at him in the mirror. “It’s time to take care of you now.” Before he could stop her, she disentangled their legs and turned so that they were face to face.

  He tried to ignore the softness of her skin, and the hard points of her nipples against his chest, and most of all, how close he was to being able to slide into her tight pussy. All it would take would be a flex of his hips, and he would be inside her. When her small hand closed around him, he couldn’t help thrusting into it.

  She had just tilted her face up to kiss him when her stomach gave a loud, hungry growl. She blinked up at him, and then the cutest pink blush crept up, staining her cheeks. He tried not to laugh, he really did, but the mortified look on her face had him chuckling as much as hearing her stomach making its demands. The more he tried to stifle it, the harder his chest shook. “I appreciate you wanting to reciprocate, but I think we better get you fed.”

  “It’s okay. I’m not that hungry,” her denial only made him laugh harder.

  “That may be true, but I’m starving,” he insisted. He kissed the tip of her nose, then pulled her hand from where she had it wrapped around his cock. “Don’t worry. As soon as I have you fed, I plan to take full advantage of your willingness to explore my body. I’ll tell you what? Go ahead and have a shower. By the time you’re done, breakfast will be ready and waiting.” She opened her mouth, presumably to protest, so he silenced her with a kiss that left him throbbing again. When he finally pulled his lips from hers, he stood and stepped away. If he were any closer, he’d just kiss her again, and who knew how long it would be until he provided her with food. He wanted to take care of her, yes, but he also had to prove to the she-dragon that he was a suitable mate. One that could provide for her and keep her safe if she was unable to do so herself.

  Stella didn’t look away as he grabbed a pair of boxers and slipped into them. Her pouty lips almost had him coming back to kiss her again, but then she darted her tongue out to lick them, and he groaned. There was no way he’d settle for just a kiss if he went back to her. “You’re killing me.”

  “Still want breakfast?” she asked as she got on all fours and came toward him.

  “Hell no, but I’m getting you breakfast if it kills me. Maybe I have some cold cereal in the cupboard somewhere that you could eat while you shower.”

  At that, Stella laughed, the sound rich, and sensual, slid over him, making him question the need for sustenance even more. Dragons had voracious appetites that mostly revolved around protein. It took a lot of energy to create fire and to haul a huge ass dragon across the sky, and whatever stale, sugar coated, cardboard bits that passed as cereal these days he might find in the pantry just wouldn’t cut it, and they both knew it.

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, readjusting his boxers. When he opened them again, he found her sitting on the edge of the bed with her hair cascading over her shoulders like spun gold.

  “Right, breakfast.” He forced himself to step back. If he went anywhere near her, they wouldn’t leave the bedroom at all. The way she was looking as though she wanted to devour him whole, her shower wouldn’t take long, and if he wanted to feed her, he’d better have
it ready by the time she came into the kitchen.

  Chapter 6

  The moment Brycen left the bedroom Stella threw herself back on the bed and smiled up at the ceiling. Her whole body tingled with awareness. The dragon inside her was calm, for sure, but not exactly satiated. It wanted more. More skin on skin, more Brycen… more everything.

  After witnessing the scene in the forest between Brycen and that woman, even though it would have crushed her, Stella had resigned herself to finding someone else. Any other man, dragon or otherwise, would have been a poor substitute. The fact that Brycen, not only was willing but seemed just as eager as she was to bind them together, made her want to laugh and throw herself on him. And she would, the moment she was done with her shower. Her stomach growled again, but it would have to wait. She had a mate to spend time with, and the sooner she was done, the sooner she could go find him.

  The bathroom, like his bedroom, was neat and tidy but had little personality. Plain white walls, and surfaces devoid of dust. There were no pictures or ornamentation anywhere as far as she could tell. It just was. The shower itself was huge. She spread her arms wide, gauging the size. They definitely would both fit and have plenty of room to move around.

  A flash of color on her arm drew her attention. Deep, dark purple, the same shade she had seen on her mother, skimmed just beneath her skin. Gasping, she brought her arm up for closer inspection. Scales. She wasn’t ready for scales. She and Brycen weren’t fully mated. Heart racing, she rushed through her shower. She took a moment to towel dry her hair, then finger comb it, before rushing back into the bedroom and throwing on a T-shirt she found in his top drawer.

  The smell of cooked meat mingled with the scent of her mate reached her the moment she opened the bedroom door. She followed it, ignoring the grumbling still going on in her stomach until she found him sitting at a small round table with a single plate set directly in front of him.

  Forgetting her scales, she glanced at the counter, only to find it bare. He had fixed breakfast for himself, but not for her. Hmmph.

  When he looked up, the heat in his gaze was almost enough to make her forget his negligence—almost.

  “Come here, beautiful.” He pushed his chair back from the table and spread his knees, giving her a spot to sit on his lap.

  “I wouldn’t want to interrupt your breakfast,” she bit out. She meant to stay where she was, but when he held his hand out she came closer. The moment his fingers wrapped around hers, he pulled her the rest of the way, settling her on his lap.

  “Interrupt my breakfast?” He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips. “Sweetheart, this isn’t my breakfast. This is yours. Well, technically, I suppose it’s ours, but if you want it all, I’ll make more.”

  That was when she noticed the oversized plate and the massive steak taking up most of the space on top of it, with cheese and eggs filling the rest. A bowl of fruit, cut into bite-sized pieces, sat next to the plate, along with two tall glasses of orange juice.

  “Oh.” Heat raced up her neck and into her cheeks.

  “You thought I’d make myself something to eat and ignore your needs?” he asked. “Of course you did. The way I kept running from you, it’s no wonder you don’t trust that I’ll take care of you.”

  “I’m sorry. I just assumed—”

  “Don’t. I’m the one who needs to apologize. I’m sorry I didn’t come to you the moment I knew you were near. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you through the changes you’ve been going through. But I’m here now. And I won’t let you down again. You have my word on that.”

  A lump grew in Stella’s throat, and she could only nod. This man was hers. This gorgeous, strong, wonderful man, was her mate, and she wasn’t going to spend a single moment dwelling on what happened in the past. Only the present and future mattered.

  “Now, let’s get you fed. The way you look in that t-shirt makes me want to rip it off you and take you right here on the table.”

  Brycen pulled her in tight against his chest and pressed his lips to her neck. She wiggled against the hard bulge under her, smiling when he moaned against her skin.

  “You know, two can play that game.” He reached around her, cutting into the steak, spearing into a piece with a fork, then bringing it up to her lips. “Open.”

  She did as he asked. Perfectly cooked, medium rare, with just the right amount of seasoning, the steak practically melted in her mouth. Closing her eyes, Stella moaned as she chewed.

  The soft clink of utensils scraping against porcelain had her opening her eyes again. “So delicious, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” His voice was a little deeper, huskier than it had been. He brought another piece of meat to her lips, then once she’d taken it, took one for himself before setting the fork and knife down.

  He brought his hands up, cupping her breasts, the warmth radiating from his palms making her nipples tighten. He rolled them through the thin material, tugging at them, sending jolts of pleasure racing through her. Too soon, he reached for the fork again, repeating the process of feeding them both. When he finished, rather than come back to her breasts, he slid his hands down to her knees, lifting them to drape them over his own, spreading her open. Wearing nothing more than his T-shirt, her naked flesh tingled in the cool air. On the way back up, he eased up her thighs, hooking the cotton with his thumbs, so it bunched at her waist.

  With a feather light touch, he stroked lazy circles on her inner thighs, so close, yet nowhere near close enough. The slow, sexy torture continued while he fed her. After each bite, he teased a different area, brushing closer and closer to the intimate caress she craved, but never quite reaching it.

  “That’s not fair. You still have your boxers on.” Her body was on fire, the throbbing pulse between her legs making her ache with need.

  “True, but you’re the one who was misbehaving and wiggling that gorgeous ass of yours all over my cock.”

  “So what happens if I do it again?” she asked, not bothering to wait for his answer before she ground herself against him. Now that her belly was full, nothing was stopping her from taking what she wanted most. Him.

  His fingers tightened on her thighs, and he moaned. “Then you go back to bed without finishing your breakfast,” he said just before he nipped at the skin of her shoulder.

  “I can live with that.” She tried to wiggle again, but he held her in place.

  “We’re almost done. Let me take care of you.” Shoving the plate aside, he plucked a piece of melon from the bowl he’d prepared. When he brought it to her mouth, he spread the juice on her lips before letting her take it. He watched as she chewed, his lips parting when she darted her tongue to the corner of her mouth, and then with a groan, he kissed her. His tongue swiped over her lips before delving inside.

  He finally pulled back, and went for another piece of fruit, but she reached out, stopping him. “I swear I’m full. Just take me back to bed. The only thing I want right now is you.”

  “Is that so?” Without waiting for her to answer, he helped her to her feet before turning her to face him. “Maybe I don’t want to wait until we get to the bedroom. You look good enough to eat with my T-shirt on.”

  She grinned up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck when he grabbed her butt and pulled her tight against him. “So what are you waiting for?”

  He eyed the table behind her and sighed. “That will have to wait. As much as I want you spread eagle on the table for me to feast on, it would be uncomfortable for you to stay there that long. I’d need more than a few minutes to satisfy that hunger.”

  He lifted her, so she stood on tiptoes, sliding his hands down her thighs until she wrapped her legs around his waist. The moment he stepped toward the bedroom, she nuzzled his neck, licking and nibbling at his skin. His sharp indrawn breath and tightening grip on her ass made her bolder. Never had she wanted anything more than she wanted her mate at that moment. “I’m the one who’s going to be feasting,” she whispered in hi
s ear before catching the lobe between her teeth and giving a sharp little tug. “I’m going to lick every inch of you before I take your cock into my mouth…”

  Brycen moaned as he crossed the threshold taking them back into his room. Before she knew what he was doing, she was on her back with his weight pressing her into the soft mattress. With her legs still locked around his waist, she pulled him closer, cursing when she realized he still wore his boxers.

  “Get rid of them,” she ordered even as she tried tugging them down.

  When the phone on his nightstand rang, Brycen stiffened but didn’t move except to lower his mouth to hers. He teased her with light, sensual strokes, making her want to scream in frustration and melt at the same time.

  After what felt like forever, the ringing stopped, and he kissed along her jaw, then down her neck to her shoulder before tracing her collarbone with his tongue.

  When his phone rang, this time with a more annoying, shrill sounding tone, she wanted to grab it and throw it against the wall. Brycen tensed, and then in an instant, he was pulling away from her.

  “Damn it. I’m sorry. It’s work. I have to take this.” If the frustration in his voice was anything to go by, he wasn’t any happier at the interruption than she was.

  “Of course, take the call.” She hadn’t even thought about how their mating would affect his life. She had had little choice in the timing of things, but the least she could do was be understanding when he had to work. Now that she knew they would be mated, the panicky feeling that had made her crazy over the past weeks subsided. Things would be okay.

  Wanting to give him a bit of privacy to take his call, she wiggled away, intent on getting off the bed, but his soft growl stopped her.

  “Stay right where you are, this won’t take long,” he said.

  Meeting his gaze, she nodded and lay down again while he sat on the edge of the bed with his back turned to her and grabbed the phone.

  “This had better be fucking important,” he bit out as he answered the call.