WickedBeast

by Gail Faulkner

  “Enjoying the view?” he asked softly.

  Kelly realized his hands rested on hips as he let her look all she wanted. “Yeah, enjoying the view,” Kelly whispered and licked her lips in natural reaction.

  His abdomen jerked and a pearl of excitement appeared on the wide head of his cock. “Careful, baby girl,” he warned softly. “I see that tongue again and I’ll be tempted to give it something to do.”

  Kelly’s eyes finally dragged up his body to his eyes. They were molten as he gazed down at her. The heat in them drove her, drew her into the sexual whirlwind swirling around them. There was no sound. No movement of air, the sweeping gale of emotion was contained between them. Kelly’s body arched and her hands settled lightly on her breasts. She was rewarded with a ripple of tension down his body. His eyes followed her hands as she caressed herself, lightly plucking her nipples.

  A muscle jerked in his cheek. Kelly smiled and felt fire low in her belly burn a little hotter. Her hands abandoned her breasts to trail down her torso, pressing into soft flesh, heading straight for the juncture of her legs. As her fingers passed her bellybutton, her legs slowly spread. Taking the suggestion from how he’d arranged her last night, she draped one leg over the back of the couch, the other with her foot flat on the floor.

  Fingers combed down tight blonde curls and Kelly’s eyes closed as she rubbed the center of the inferno consuming her. She couldn’t stop watching him for long though. Her eyes barely open, she watched him watch her and both of them burned.

  “Kelly,” he said softly. But there was nothing else he could add to that. Nothing he could contribute as she opened her body and gave him this erotic gift. It was a pure gift. She was experiencing pleasure, but she knew she would have it anyway without lifting a finger to entice him. Hell, all she had to do was look at him and he wanted to fuck her.

  Here she was giving him an amazing visual, and the woman was doing it for him. Momentarily he was afraid he was drooling. At least his mouth wasn’t hanging open panting. Between his legs his cock was slick with his response to her. He could feel the hot lubricant dripping down his balls then her fingers disappeared into her body.

  Cord dropped to his knees beside her, clutching the couch. He was behind her foot that rested on the floor, his view completely unobstructed as she slowly fucked herself. He could see the liquid pleasure. Hear it as she pulled in and out. Watch her body drip as pretty fingers invaded.

  Her fingers pulled out of her body and her hand extended to him. “Give me your hand,” she requested softly.

  Cord had little control of his response as he placed his hand in hers.

  “Give me two fingers. I want to feel you, but let me be in control. Please,” Kelly asked.

  His eyes shot up to hers as he realized what she was asking. His smile was dark. “Anything you need, Wind Witch, as long as it’s me and you.”

  She grasped his fist, two fingers extended. Slowly she guided him to her entrance. He let her control the movements as she rubbed his digits through the soft petals of her center, coating him with her pleasure. Then she drew him down to her opening and slowly pressed his fingers into her body.

  Kelly arched in pleasure as he entered her. He let her push him into her. He was in her body and it felt so good. Her hips jerked but she was enjoying herself too much to go fast. Pulling him out slowly, Kelly moaned in harsh delight as she pushed him deep into her body. Slight pressure told him she wanted him to twist there. He did.

  Her other hand went to her clit, circling as she directed his fingers into her. Cord leaned down and nudged her fingers off that bundle of nerves to replace it with his tongue. That wicked muscle strummed her as she slowly released his fist. Cord continued the motions, his fingers screwing into her with a twist as he pushed deep.

  Kelly was stretched out beneath him, moaning as his fingers delved into her sweet body. His mouth on her as she trembled with each thrust and it wasn’t enough. She was feeding him power with every movement but he was about to lose control and mount her. Fucking her brains out was something he couldn’t do this night.

  His head lifted from her as he watched her carefully. Both his fingers pulled out of her as she thrashed beneath him. Turning his hand slightly, Cord slowly pushed his thumb into her body, his forefinger gently stroked the sensitive skin between ass and cunt. Her body jerked and pressed down on his fingers. She didn’t pull away.

  Focusing his attention on introducing her to new sensations controlled the magic flowing between them. The power increased with her excitement, but he could control it, drink all of it with the ravenous appetite of his kind. He could not afford to let her drive him to lose control, and she almost had.

  His thumb pulled out of her cunt as his forefinger circled the pink of her lower opening. There was no question of lubricant. She was wet with her excitement, dripping down to the shy entrance he caressed now.

  Looking up in to her wide eyes, he took control. “Breathe,” he directed in a deep growl as his thumb entered her. His forefinger easily breached that lower clench. She jerked but then her response shot up to white hot as he held her with his eyes.

  “That’s a good girl.” He fed her approval as she panted through the new sensations.

  Her bottom clenched around the invader, her hips lifted off the couch as she froze. Looking into her eyes, Cord let her see the savage in him. Holding her gaze with unblinking demand, he pushed both fingers into her in a slow invasion.

  “Breathe. Yes, little Wind Witch,” he answered the question in her eyes. “Mine,” he confirmed for her. His hands slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “Every pretty inch of you is mine.”

  Kelly’s mouth dropped open as she panted through the barrage of emotions and sensations. Fear had flashed through her at his first touch, but it had only added another addictive shade to the fire of need he’d built in her. Her reaction to his demanding statements struggled to gain her attention. It was difficult for them to scream louder than the roaring heat consuming her from her invaded body.

  His eyes devoured her surrender as she relaxed into new the sensation. “That’s right,” Cord approved softly. “Enjoy every bit of this. Fear has no place between us.”

  Fucking both ass and cunt with demanding fingers, he watched her closely. As her body accepted his invasion, she couldn’t hide her excitement from him. He wouldn’t allow it. Her body burned for him, for this, and only then did he release her gaze.

  His head dropped to her clit and there was nothing but the sensations he was giving her. Sucking her sensitive nerves into his mouth, his thick thumb pushed into her cunt and two fingers stretched her ass. Fire shot through the shattering pleasure, racking her with its power.

  The fingers pushing into her body became firm instruments of pleasure and torment. His mouth on her clit grew ravenous, and pleasure drew power from the torment. Sensations battled for supremacy and Kelly lost her soul to them.

  That was the push she needed, Kelly’s body clamped down on him and she flew apart, coming hard on his inserted fingers as he continued sucking her clit.

  She’d never felt such a mix of intense sensations. The emotional surrender as he took her body added so much to it, sweeping her to a new high. Her body continued shaking as the contractions tapered off. His hands no longer in her, his mouth gently licking over shuddering folds as she slowly drifted back into reality.

  Kelly squeezed her eyes shut and tried to figure out what just happened. It was difficult to sort out as his tongue swirled over her in lazy strokes. Everything had changed. She had changed, and he’d known she would. That’s what he’d been warning her about earlier. The sensations were so intensely different from anything else. There was no comparison.

  He had been in complete control. She hadn’t been afraid because of that control. This wasn’t what she’d expected at all. There were no trappings to it, no make-believe or pretend. It was raw power exchange between them. And it was as addictive as he had warned her it would be. She wanted more.
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  Kelly slid her elbows beneath her to prop herself up and looked down at the male between her legs. His head lifted, large hands were splayed on her inner thighs though he didn’t have to hold her open. As his head came up to meet her gaze, he reminded her of a lion—large, beautiful and so dangerous that it almost hurt to look at him.

  Their eyes held in silence for a few seconds then he prowled up her body on all fours, and again she could see the beast. No, he wasn’t human. He’d told her that over and over, now she was beginning to understand. He knew exactly what they had done, where he had taken her and there was no regret in smoldering gray eyes.

  “I’m proud of you,” he said into her ear as his body lowered onto hers.

  “Proud? Somehow I wasn’t expecting that word,” she said as he nuzzled down her neck. His arms pressed into the cushions to wrap around her body as if he had to hold her closer than he could get by lying on her with his massive weight. Kelly’s arms circled his shoulders as her fingers absently stroked through his hair.

  “You used the spice of fear to add to the return of pleasure,” he said into her flesh. “I can feel you working through the experience and still there is no regret in the air around you.”

  “It was nothing like I expected,” she admitted.

  “There was no way to tell you that. You had to experience it to know,” he said.

  “Is it always that intense?”

  His head lifted from her neck as he smiled into her eyes. “Again, baby, that was just the taste of how good it can be. Someday, when no one’s listening, you’ll understand what I’m talking about. But until then, trust me.”

  “Is there any question that I trust you?” she wanted to know, returning his smile.

  Cord raised his brows with a slight smile. “I’m proud of you, baby. But we have a long way to go. I need your trust to be unconditional. There might come a time when it looks like I am the monster the world has named dragon. That will be correct, but I need you to know it doesn’t apply to you. You and Minuet will always be the focus of my protection at all costs.”

  Cord watched her face soften and he knew she was about to deny that he could ever be a monster. It was pointless to argue with her, he was being a monster at this moment. Explaining to her what she needed to know without including any information that gave her power over him. She could control him even to the point of making him do something he knew was wrong for the greater good. For her, he would do anything. She didn’t know it.

  Telling her how to kill a dragon had been a deliberate risk. Trusting her with that information would make her believe he told her everything. He hadn’t realized what he was doing until it was already done. The internal beast would always be a calculating bastard, subconsciously looking for an advantage in every situation. He was a predator. He had told the truth about her trust but omitted the part about his trust.

  Could a soulless being trust another? He had trusted his maker and look how much she had concealed from him. That was the root of his struggle. Kelly had never given him a reason to doubt her, but then nor had the other Wind Witch.

  Aware of his weight, Cord pulled her up with him as he sat so he could lie down with her on top.

  Kelly let him move them, following his lead. As he lay beneath her, she relaxed across his body, her head sinking to his shoulder.

  “Will you ever trust me?”

  Her question shocked him. He hadn’t expected her to read him so well. “Your skill at reading the air has improved, little one.”

  “You’re avoiding the question.”

  “It’s not your fault,” he told her quietly.

  “I know that. I suspect it’s my predecessor, were you lovers?”

  “Never. She was like a mother. She withheld so much from me. She couldn’t bring herself to tell me the real plan. There has to be a reason she didn’t trust me.”

  “Perhaps it wasn’t a matter of not trusting you.”

  “How can you say that? Her secret plan stripped you of choices. I was created this way. You were a free individual before I arrived.”

  Kelly lifted her head to look him in the eye. “If she had told you the complete plan, she would have removed your choices. How can you not see that? By not telling you what she hoped you would do, she gave you free will. I think she invested all her trust in you, not just enough to believe you would follow the plan.”

  Cord gazed up at the ceiling and felt a winter wind blow across his body then incredible warmth as her words rattled around in his head. The female logic was making a strange kind of sense. If Kelly was right, the deception he felt was all in his head. There was a big if in front of that statement, it bothered him.

  “That’s an interesting train of thought,” he murmured cautiously. “Instead of hiding things from me she was trying to give me a future?”

  “Silly dragon, what else would it be? By not telling you about me she took an incredible risk, leaving the future totally up to you. And I’m guessing here, but I’d bet the part about killing the witches when they reappear was cooked up by you three dragons. It’s predator thinking. I almost said male thinking but it goes beyond that. Am I right?”

  “Sorta.” Cord reached up and rubbed his jaw as he thought back on the events that happened so long ago.

  The six of them had been together when the witches revealed their plan for destroying the dragons, and that he, Harrison and Legion had been created for this event. They were the hope of the future, and the witches had actually asked if they’d choose to take the mission. At the time, he hadn’t paid attention to specific wording. The situation around them had become critical to bring them to that point. There was no safe place, nowhere to hide. In that atmosphere, destroying the world had made perfect sense.

  “It was a chaotic time at the end,” he said quietly. “Knowing they were planning to destroy the world was an incredible burden. If even a whisper of it had gotten out, it would not have worked. Obviously we were desperate.”

  “Think about it,” she said.

  “Go to sleep, baby girl.”

  “Aren’t you taking me up to bed?” Kelly wanted to know, her voice showing how tired she was.

  “In a minute. Relax.”

  “I have to ask. Don’t you feel sexual excitement like the rest of us do? I mean, after all of that and you want to go to sleep? Doesn’t this,” she rubbed her belly across his hard shaft, “bother you at all?”

  “I’ve never been something else, so no idea if what I feel is the same,” he lied. “This isn’t a problem to concern yourself with. It is my concern.”

  “Are you telling me it doesn’t matter to you?” Kelly wanted to know carefully.

  “Matters a great deal to me, however, I take my responsibilities much more seriously than my wants. And I do want you, baby, but for me to come, you have to be capable of shielding or consuming a great deal of power. Someday you’ll be able to, but not tonight.”

  “So the answer is sort of?” Kelly asked, puzzled at the contradiction he seemed to be. Fierce and so sexy it rolled off him in a fog when he walked by, how could he be casual about sexuality?

  “No. How to explain this? I want you and that means keeping you alive and safe first. Having the pleasure of fucking your brains out is a result of keeping you safe. See?”

  “That was exactly how to explain it,” she said softly.

  He chuckled. “As soon as we’re safe and Minuet is somehow occupied, expect the dragon, honey.”

  “If you’re trying the scare me, it’s not working,” she informed him.

  “Good. Now go to sleep before I’d lose my mind,” Cord growled.

  He was keeping it light for her, but the drive to claim his woman had reached a new level. The intoxicating taste she’d given him was as addictive as he had told her it would be. For humans, the practice of domination and submission was all about power exchange. The public view of a relationship at this level was a caricature, a cartoon of what the reality could be. Knowing that Kelly was no
t afraid to go there with him had the same result as waving raw meat in front of a hungry tiger. Unpredictable and powerful were the responses she drew from him.

  His need of her was unpredictable because she overwhelmed him, the craving could become ruthless. He would certainly become more dangerous as their relationship deepened. He had nothing to gage what they were doing by. As far as he knew, no dragon had ever truly claimed a mate. The three elemental dragons being created to need exactly that had been another gamble, the next generation in power.

  What he was feeling, what humans called emotions, translated to primal survival instincts in a beast. Dragons did not possess emotions. Protecting his new family at whatever cost was an imperative. Developing a growing need of them was a new outcome.

  This was the elemental change Marelda and her cohorts had worked in them. Need was a foreign concept to dragons. Dragons took what they wanted. Taking is a basic activity, concern is not required. The welfare of any other not considered unless there was another agenda.

  Cord found his agenda had changed dramatically. Luckily the welfare of this society would have a positive impact on Kelly and Minuet. Keeping dragons well hidden from humans was necessary to best protect them. If that were not the case, he doubted he would have much interest. But Kelly would. Through her the old witch had indeed ensured her agenda. It was a very effective circle, brilliant even.

  Kelly woke in her bed. The sun was already up and she could smell coffee tempting her from the kitchen. Not only that, Minuet was downstairs laughing at something Cord said.

  She got up slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed for a few moments. She knew they were leaving today. Should she pack? Probably not. They were leaving to elude the ones looking for them, so it would be important to look normal. Not as if they were running away.

  After a quick shower, Kelly arrived in the kitchen just as Minuet finished her bowl of cereal. Minuet hopped up and ran to fling herself against Kelly’s legs in a hug.