Flight of Dragons

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

  Way better than her imagination.

  She groaned as he leisurely pumped two fingers inside her, stretching and preparing her for his entry.

  “Better,” he muttered as he pushed them inside her for a third time and slowly withdrew. He replaced his fingers with the thick head of his cock and filled her aching flesh. His growl echoed against the walls.

  Emma bit her lip, wanting to make an appreciative noise too. Instead, she remained silent, not wanting to distract him or have him rethink his actions. One could never tell how Jack would react. While it made him a great detective, his unpredictability created difficulties in wooing him to her way of thinking.

  Desire kicked hard as he pushed his cock deeper. Not much in the way of foreplay, but this time it was okay. Already an orgasm shimmered, just out of reach. She felt stretched, and still Jack kept up the pressure, thrusting and retreating until he was fully seated.

  “You okay?” Jack’s glower was downright scary.

  Too bad. She was enjoying the experience, she thought dreamily, fit to bursting with happiness. It could only get better when her orgasm hit. “Yeah,” she said in understatement. “I’m fine.”

  “Good.” He upped the pace, thrusting and withdrawing in a steady, powerful rhythm that made the bed creak.

  So good. Her mind hazed with pleasure as she rose to meet each thrust. Her pussy was on fire. So close to exploding. His hands traveled up to cup her breasts, then he flicked his thumbs over sensitive nipples. Emma moaned. He squeezed one distended nipple between finger and thumb, timing the pinch to coincide with an unhurried thrust into her pussy. The sharp nip sent frissons of pleasure skipping along her veins.

  “Jack.” She scarcely recognized her voice. The sensations built higher and higher, and she clung to his broad shoulders, arching her back and meeting each hard shove with a swivel of her hips.

  Deep shudders shook the strong shoulders beneath her clinging hands. Each successive drive into her pussy moved Emma up the bed until her head banged against the padded headboard. Jack withdrew again and slammed home. She burned for fulfillment. Burned. Another push into her. Then the next thrust sent her over the edge into a world where sensation ruled. She cried out, riding the wave and wringing out every particle of pleasure.

  Jack plunged into her once more and froze. Deep inside, Emma felt the pulse of his cock as semen jetted from him. His arms wrapped around her tight, tucking her firmly against his chest.

  He sighed, right near her ear. “You okay?”

  “Oh, yeah.” Emma brushed a lock of hair off his forehead, then gave into temptation and traced his mouth with the tip of one finger. “What’s next?”

  Jack snorted a sound that might have been a laugh. She wasn’t sure since she had trouble reading him, which was a damn shame since he was a mystery she was desperate to solve.

  Chapter Four

  Like any good private dick, Emma started her investigation in small increments and proceeded with caution. She wriggled from beneath Jack, taking him by surprise when she pushed him flat on the mattress. He blinked at her, and she hid her anticipation behind a small smile. Before she enticed him to play she intended to explore every inch of his sexy body. No way was she leaving Mahoney Resort without trying out the toys and sex games she’d won.

  Jack shifted away enough to remove the condom and discard it. He opened his mouth and looked as if he would order her to stop. Not gonna happen.

  Distraction.

  She needed one.

  Now.

  Emma bent and grazed her teeth over one flat nipple. She plucked at his other one with her fingers in the same manner she’d enjoyed him doing to her. Leaning closer, she slid her mouth across his flesh, tasting salt and smelling a hint of soap. Heady. Addicting. Very yummy. Her busy hands cupped his shoulders and explored farther afield, delighting in each new discovery—firm abs, bulging biceps, the mysterious dragon tattoo, flat belly and an erection that leapt beneath her questing fingers.

  A huge, pulsing cock. She ran her fingers along the silky skin, feeling the inherent strength beneath. It was hidden in the same way an iceberg lurked beneath the surface of the ocean.

  Jack was an iceberg.

  He kept a tight lid on his emotions, never letting anyone close enough to glimpse his true thoughts. A challenge. He made a woman want to explore, to discover what made him tick.

  Emma strummed her fingers along the underside of his cock. For the first time in her life, she wanted to try oral sex. She wanted to hold him in her mouth. Taste him.

  A growl rumbled in his chest, but instead of alarm or fear, exhilaration swept to the fore. She lowered her head, the desire to experiment, a siren dance through her veins. She cupped his balls in her hands, squeezed gently then licked the length of his cock from base to tip.

  Jack groaned, a dark, needy sound, his hands raising to tangle in her hair. Encouraged, Emma opened her mouth and took the very tip of him between her lips. She swiped her tongue over the slit at the end and a salty taste exploded across her taste buds. His hips jerked, thrusting upward in demand, and an incredible sensation of power suffused her.

  He liked what she was doing.

  With renewed confidence, she relaxed her jaw, opened her mouth wider and took more of him. Jack thrust again, with more control this time, yet still a silent command. She swirled her tongue and sucked, drawing on his cock—something delectable and delicious to savor.

  “You can be a bit rougher.” His husky voice brought a shiver, a frisking of her pleasure points. “But don’t bite,” he added when she opened her mouth wider still and introduced the slightest scrape of teeth.

  She smirked, or as much as she could with a mouthful of cock. Desire roared to life—a thrill at the way he massaged her head with his big hands, at being the center of his focus.

  He set up an easy surge and withdrawal, each successive thrust going deeper. His cock had been big before but now it filled her mouth and she loved it. Her breasts ached, swollen and needy of his caresses. A simmering sensation, half pain and half pleasure tortured her and made her hips writhe. Empty. She craved him. Juices surged between her legs. So wet. So desperate for his cock to fill the emptiness.

  He pulled from her mouth without warning, taking her by surprise. “Did I do something wrong?”

  Jack barked a laugh. “Hell no! Any more right now and I’ll explode. I’d rather come inside your pussy.” He levered up on his elbows to grab a condom off the bedside cabinet.

  “I want to put it on.” Emma held out her hand.

  “Not this time.” He ripped open the packet with his teeth and rapidly rolled the condom onto his shaft. “Ride me,” he ordered, his dark eyes gleaming with promise.

  “Oh, a challenge, huh?” Emma straddled his hips and grasped his cock. She couldn’t resist stroking his length and feeling the power of him.

  “Don’t torture me, Emma. Or I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

  Humor surfaced like a leaping dolphin. She was so tempted, but his fingers locked around her forearms in a silent bid for obedience. She positioned his cock and eased down, closing her eyes to savor the stretching of internal muscles, the slide of their bodies as they joined and he forged deeper.

  “Move faster,” he directed.

  Emma snorted and executed a smart salute. “My ride. My way.” She maintained her easy pace, enjoying the delicate sparks igniting her flesh.

  He reached up to cup her breasts and tweaked one nipple. She gasped and caught her bottom lip between her teeth as a buzz roared through her sensitized body. After their earlier bout he knew she enjoyed the hint of roughness, but it still amazed her how the concept of pain—the rough tugs, the pinches—made her senses sizzle. Weird but fantastic.

  His brown eyes glowed as he reached up to where their bodies joined and ran a teasing finger around her swollen clitoris. His touch was firm, but not enough to push her into orgasm.

  “Please,” Emma pleaded. “Do that again. A fraction harder. Now.”
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  Jack grunted as she rose and lowered herself on his cock. Excruciatingly slow, for maximum enjoyment. “You want to give instruction but not to take it?”

  “Ohhhh,” Emma moaned. She swayed above him, feeling Herculean yet ravenous, feeling as though she could do anything if only her hunger for him was appeased. The first tremors of orgasm shimmered to life, radiating outward until fiery sparks licked her nerve endings. Her eyes drifted closed to savor the experience. The rise and the slow return. The sense of fullness. The slide of their bodies, the intimacy of their joining.

  The shimmer deepened.

  She sucked in a pained breath as she balanced on a precipice, unsure of whether to move again and push over or to remain poised in anticipation. Then she felt Jack’s fingers, nimble and skilled, rubbing her in just the right place, just the right way.

  A cry of pleasure escaped. Her pleasure. Her body jerked, and she shattered. Her pussy clenched tight around Jack’s cock. Emma’s head tipped back as she rode out the exquisite bliss and slowly relaxed.

  “My turn, princess,” Jack whispered, and he gripped her hips and lifted her off him. Before she could blink, he’d placed her facedown on the bed and raised her ass in the air. His big hands cupped her buttocks, making her shiver with renewed awareness, despite the fleeting thought he was looking at her butt.

  He could have as many turns as he wanted.

  She wasn’t finished with him yet.

  Jack palmed her ass then ran a finger down the crevice between her butt cheeks. A tremor racked her and he hesitated. Despite his initial reluctance, he’d hate to frighten her. When she didn’t voice an objection, he continued. Gripping his cock in one hand, he positioned himself at the mouth of her pussy. He pushed inside until her heat enveloped his shaft. She was wet—her juices coated his cock and made his surge and retreat easy and incredibly arousing.

  But he needed more for what he intended. Jack reached for the lubrication again. Half of him expected questions, but they didn’t come. Instead, she made a sexy moan that tightened his balls and made his blood run hotter. Who’d have guessed the little sparrow was such a sexual creature?

  Jack pumped a generous amount of lube on his palm and smeared it from where they were joined all the way up to the puckered rosette of her anus.

  The dragon inside him roared. Sex. Now.

  Jack held the beast back by setting up a lazy shuttle in and out of her pussy. His cock swelled as the pleasure assaulted him.

  “What are you doing to me?” she whispered, her words throaty. Sexy.

  Jack rubbed his finger back and forth over her rosette, delicately probing while continuing the steady strokes into her pussy. “Don’t like it? Tell me to stop if I cross one of your lines.”

  “It feels different,” Emma said finally. “But good. It’s fine.”

  Jack made a mental note to check out the other sex toys. If she liked this and wanted to test her boundaries, he was ready.

  The single light that shone over the bed highlighted her creamy skin. Being able to see his cock travel in and out of her cunt was an incredible turn-on. His darker skin against her pale curves. Jack hastened the pace, removing his finger from her anus so he could grip her hips and hold her steady for each drive. He felt her quiver, the tiny clasps and clenches around his cock, and a growl of triumph vibrated low in his throat. He jerked his hips, ramming his cock home, flesh slapping flesh until he erupted, spurting his seed deep and hard, a harsh groan ripping free.

  Gradually, he eased from Emma, separating their bodies. A sharp intake of breath made him still. The noise came from behind the mirror. Fuck, he’d forgotten their watchers. He’d forgotten everything except Emma and how it felt to pound into her sexy body. Admitting that fact, even to himself, scared the shit out of him.

  ***

  “We need to check out all the different activities more closely,” Jack informed her the next morning while trying to avoid glancing at Emma’s cleavage and force away the memories of what they’d done to each other throughout the night. His testy dragon wasn’t cooperating, stretching beneath his skin and demanding another hot and heavy session. His dick leapt with enough vigor to fuck a netball team—the whole seven plus the reserves. Bloody blue moon was really pushing his libido.

  Emma dropped her hairbrush into her pink bag and rose from the stool that sat in front of the dressing table. “Good. Where do we go first?”

  Jack ripped his gaze away and glared at the mirror above the bar. That was another thing. He couldn’t be sure if a sound system went along with the two-way mirror. They’d have to watch what they discussed in case it was recorded.

  He risked another glance. Emma’s smile was so bright it almost blinded him.

  Damn, now she had expectations.

  He’d have to make it clear his lone status would never change. His attitude to the female sex would hurt her, and despite the necessity, he regretted the fact. Emma was a likeable girl. Easy to spend time with and tempting. So bloody tempting. But after Rachel, he refused to step into another emotional wringer. Admitting to the taniwha monster thing, and the garbage that came along with the truth.

  About him.

  About George Taniwha Investigators and Security, and the team of taniwhas who worked as private investigators.

  Nah, he’d skip the emotional crap. Better she was hurt a little now, than come face-to-face with monsters later.

  “I think we should split up,” he said in an undertone.

  “Oh.” She wrinkled her nose. “I thought we’d spend time together like the other couples.”

  “We have the week to do that.” Jack scowled at the reminder of the mission constraint. It was tighter than Emma realized. With the blue moon on Saturday, he’d need plentiful sex or he’d have to shift to avoid excruciating pain. He’d hoped to have this case wrapped up fast so he could return home for the fall of the blue moon.

  It was bloody inconvenient, but once he shifted, he was stuck in his taniwha form for twenty-four hours. Suffering through a full moon was bad enough but a blue moon…

  Jack forced away the dire thoughts to concentrate on Emma. “I forgot to tell you. I made an appointment for you at the spa for this afternoon.” He pulled a small card from his pocket and handed it to her.

  Emma beamed. “Wow! Thank you.”

  “It’s not all luxury.” He leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “You need to ask questions and check out the spa area without causing suspicion. Think you can do that?”

  She gave a decisive nod, although a frown creased her forehead as she said in a low voice, “I’ve trained for fact gathering. Which areas do you want me to check out this morning? Will we meet up for lunch? It might look a bit strange if we don’t.”

  “Let’s go. We’ll talk on the way.”

  The early morning sun peeked over the stand of native trees, warming the clearing and petanque pit not far from the entrance to their apartment block.

  Jack took Emma’s arm and set a brisk pace. “We’ll walk along the beach.”

  Emma tucked her hand into his as soon as the path widened enough for them to walk side by side. Jack froze momentarily before resuming his long strides to the beach. Her floral scent pulled at him, making it difficult for him to concentrate. Why did she have to touch him all the time? If she stroked her hand across his dragon tatt one more time…

  “We need to watch what we say or discuss.” Jack couldn’t make up his mind whether to snatch his hand from her grasp or not. Her touch burned, bringing every one of his senses to roaring life. He heard her soft breathing, the waves rushing to shore and a gull wheeling overhead, felt the soft texture of her hand and bare arm. Hell, he had to get a grip. Concentrate. “It’s possible our room is bugged.”

  “Someone listening in on us? I wondered why…I don’t— Someone’s watching us right now! No, don’t look.” Emma leaned closer and twined her arms around his neck. “Kiss me.”

  It was an order, and Jack found himself in a lip-lock before he cou
ld voice questions. Her lips were soft, smooth and moist and distracting. She slipped her tongue between his lips, and he was a goner. Taste and sensation kicked him in the gut, combining with the feel of her curvy breasts plastered against his chest. His taniwha gave a sleepy yawn then woke rapidly with a demanding growl.

  Jack took over the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth and withdrawing in a facsimile of the sexual act. Suddenly, he wanted to rip her clothes off and plunge into her hot pussy. He didn’t care about an audience or the public location. He just wanted to fuck her senseless. But what he desired and what he received were two very different things. Jack struggled to hold on to the semblance of his remaining sanity.

  Her fingers curled into his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh through his thin shirt. The small pain jerked his cock tight enough to cause him discomfort. Emma wriggled even closer, rubbing against his chest and groin and making a sound resembling a purr. Dammit if his dragon didn’t purr in tandem.

  Jack tore his mouth from Emma’s. Panic roared to life as the taniwha clamored inside his head, demanding he take what Emma offered. The ever-present guilt surfaced, bringing uneasiness in its wake. He was using her, and he had to stop because he didn’t intend to give her what she needed—a happy future.

  He removed his hands from her shoulder and back and took a giant step to separate them. She deserved a man who could commit wholly to her. He wasn’t that man.

  “I’m not doing that again,” he said in a flat tone. “What’s our watcher doing?”

  “Nothing. I made it up.” Emma lifted her chin with an air of hauteur. “There isn’t anyone watching. This is a low-level investigation. George said so.”