The Scars of Her Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 14)

by Julia Mills

  Standing mesmerized, one mantra circled his lust-soaked mind, Be careful. Go slow. His best intentions were put to the test when Olive lifted her hands towards him and cooed, “Come to me, my dragon mate.”

  Leaning forward, Kellan carefully wrapped his fingers around her delicate wrists and placed them over her head. Kissing her forehead as he pulled back, he whispered, “Leave those there, mo ghra’, while I unwrap my present.”

  The blush that colored her porcelain skin was breathtaking while her tiny little nod of approval drove his dragon to push for them to take their mate hard and fast, but Kellan refused to give in. He’d hurt her once and under no circumstances was he going to let that happen again. He would go slow. He would love his mate with all that he was. He would show her pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known and if he died while doing it, then he’d go to the Heavens blissfully fulfilled.

  Reaching between them, Kellan opened first one and then another and another of the tiny white buttons on Olive’s blouse, revealing her beautiful breasts overflowing the white silk and lace of her bra. He ran just the tip of his finger from the base of her neck down her chest and across the abundant swells of her chest his mouth watered to taste. The scarred dragon didn’t even try to hold back the satisfied grin Olive’s barely contained moans brought to his face.

  Continuing to draw lazy figure eights on her flushed skin, Kellan released her remaining buttons and shoved the material of her blouse off her shoulders. His erection pushed against the confines of his jeans and his hands shook as the sight of Olive’s bared midriff made him second guess his decision to go slow.

  Needing to taste his mate more than he needed his next breath, Kellan leaned forward and followed the lazy trail his finger was making down her midriff with his lips and tongue. Inhaling deeply and bathing in the scent of his mate, his heart threatened to pound out of his chest, his pulse raced, sweat ran down his spine and his dragon roared with need.

  Lost in a haze of arousal, the sound of ripping denim and Olive’s cries brought the dragon to a screeching halt. Standing up and stepping back in one fluid motion, Kellan turned tail and headed for the door, only to run headlong into his underwear-clad mate with her hands upon his chest.

  I keep forgetting how fast she can move...

  “Hold it right there, buster,” Olive commanded, the hazy look of arousal he’d just witnessed replaced with one of determination and if he wasn’t mistaken more than a little frustration.

  “But...”

  “But nothing, Kellan,” she said, gently pushing against him until the backs of his knees touched the side of his bed. Giving into her little shove, he plopped down on the bed and tried to make her see reason.

  “Olive...” was as far as he got before she slammed her mouth to his.

  The electrifying sensation of the meeting of their lips sent a charge racing through his body. Kellan forgot all his reservations of just seconds before and gave in to the craving to know every inch of his mate. Their tongues met. Her nails dug into his shoulders. He could feel her passion rising as quickly as his. They were on a collision course that neither wanted to be rescued from. Two mates bound for ecstasy.

  Her hands slid from his shoulders, down his back, and under his T-shirt. The skin to skin contact was thrilling. Lost in a web of arousal and love, Kellan was helpless to do anything but what Olive demanded.

  Gasping, she tore her lips from his, ripped his shirt over his head, and with a satisfied grin on her face, threw it over her shoulder. Instantly, her lips were on his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she nibbled and tasted. His hands grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him.

  Massaging and caressing her generous curves, his hands slipped under the waistband of her panties. Olive’s scent filled the room and Kellan’s dragon purred. Was there anything better than having their mate excited and wanting in his arms. Their kiss went on and on. Their actions became frantic, each trying to undress the other, their need to be one driving their every move.

  Lost to their passion, the need to be in control overtook the scarred dragon. Pulling Olive onto his lap so that she sat facing him with her knees beside his thighs, Kellan chuckled at her surprised squeak as he laid back and rolled over.

  Captured by the yearning that was burning in the depths of her hazel eyes, Kellen dared not look away as his hand slipped under her back, unfastened her bra, and tossed the offending material aside. His fingertips tingled as they moved down her spine. Goose bumps raised on her silken skin as he memorized every detail of his wonderful mate.

  Slipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties, a rumble rose from deep in his chest as Olive arched her back and moaned with delight. He grazed the curls at the top of her mound, making his little dove roll her hips and grind against his erection as it pushed against his zipper.

  “Look at me, Olive,” Kellan commanded, his voice rough with desire.

  Her eyes snapped to his. The low smolder they had been building burst into flames. There was no denying the hold this woman had on him; no going back, no going slow. They were meant to be one, now and always. The time had come and nothing or no one, not even the demons of his past, would come between them.

  Laying cradled between her thighs with her legs wound around his waist, their hips met stroke for stroke. Kellan growled with the necessity to be buried deep inside his mate and cursed the clothing that kept them apart. Reaching between them, he ripped the silk of her panties from her body at the same time her fingers unzipped his pants and her hands slipped inside his underwear.

  Nails bit into the cheeks of his bum. Olive pulled him closer and closer, grinding her hips ever more persistently against his aching erection. His mouth tore from hers as both man and beast roared. The couple’s pace increased as the fraying thread holding the last of Kellan’s well-fought for restraint broke. Rising to his knees, he smirked as Olive groaned at the loss and reached for him.

  Her eyes still burned with passion, her kiss swollen lips begged for more attention, but it was her hardened nipples that made his mouth water. Still captured by her gaze, he lowered his lips to her breast. Olive’s sharp intake of breath filled the room as he sucked as much as he could of her voluptuous breast into his mouth. With tongue and teeth, he licked and sucked first one breast then the other, until she was writhing beneath him. The entire room smelled of roses and sunshine and...his little dove.

  Reluctant to leave the haven of his mate’s ample bosom, he kissed and nipped down his mate’s body, reveling in her receptiveness to his touch. They were one in mind, one in body, one in soul. It was so much more than he’d ever dreamed of. Olive was his hope for the future, his salvation...his everything.

  Taking a deep breath, Kellan pushed his overwhelming needs, as well as those of his dragon, to the back of his mind and proceeded to taste every inch he could reach of her curvaceous stomach. Moving farther down her body, he kissed from one hip to the other before lavishing the tender flesh just above her platinum curls, drenched with desire.

  Olive’s hips lifted from the bed, her pleading moans music to his ears. “Kellan...oh my Heavens, Kellan...yes, yes...please more, Kellan...please...more.”

  Looking into the face of the woman who completely and totally owned every fiber of his being, Kellan struggled to breathe, let alone answer. Finding his voice, he hummed, “What do you need, mo chol beag? Tell do maité what you need. Let me be your everything,” while continuing to taste and torment them both.

  “I...I...oh...I” was her sighed response. Watching her fight against her passion to answer him, Olive swallowed hard and said the one word he longed to hear. “You.” Then in the language of olde she added, “Tú, mo maité, tá gach beidh mé dhíth riamh.”

  “And you, mo stór, are all I will ever need or desire.”

  Kellan’s heart soared. His lips returned to his little dove’s irresistible skin just as Olive’s fingers dove into his hair and she attempted to direct his movements. He chuckled against her skin bu
t stuck to his slow, torturous seduction.

  Sliding farther down her body, he teased her wet curls with the tip of his nose, inhaling deeply of all she was. Her scent filled every fiber of his being. His head spun. Love and lust, need and desire, the coming together of two souls made by the Universe to complete one another flowed between them. It was the closest to the Heavens he’d ever been.

  Completely lost to his mate, Kellan laid his hand on her hip to slow her movements while the fingers of his other hand teased her arousal-soaked curls. Olive’s hips leapt from the bed, despite the hold he had on her. Tracing her outer lips, up one side and down the other as slowly as possible, he marveled at the perfection of his little dove. Olive pulled at his hair, her hips thrusting while she tried to force his hand to where she needed him most.

  Panting his name like a prayer to the Heavens, Olive screamed, “Oh my God,” directly into his mind as he let his finger slide into the wet warmth that was his mate. His heart nearly burst with the incredible love he already felt for his amazing little dove. Never had a more perfect woman existed.

  Needing her taste upon his tongue more than air, more than sunshine, more than anything, Kellan thrust his tongue deep inside her. Curling the tip of his tongue, he teased the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her channel and grinned against her skin as his little dove yelled his name. Olive’s legs came up over his shoulders and closed around his head, her heels digging into his back, spurring him on as he licked, sucked, and tasted.

  Her taste was unlike any other. The scarred dragon saw stars. It mattered not how much of her he tasted, it would never be enough. He would always want more...always want her. There would never be a time he wouldn’t crave Olive in every way possible.

  Feeling her orgasm building to its completion, Kellan placed the flat of his tongue at the base of her slit and licked from bottom to top in one fluid motion, sucking her clit between his lips when he reached the top. Holding her throbbing nub lightly between his teeth, he teased it with the tip of his tongue until Olive was thrashing about and speaking in tongues. Mind to mind, bonded as only mates can be, he felt the moment she could take no more and tenderly bit down. His little dove wailed as the ecstasy of release overtook her. Thrusting his tongue as far as he could into his mate, the scarred dragon drank of her nectar until the shudders of her orgasm began to subside. Kellan couldn’t help but grin while continuing to enjoy his mate as she sighed with complete satisfaction and her legs slid from his shoulders.

  Lifting his head, the dragon saw his little dove’s lazy smile and half-lidded eyes and knew in that instant he’d experienced perfection. To have the light of his soul in his bed looking well-loved and completely content because of his action was worth every second of every day for the past one hundred and sixty years. Nightmares be damned. He was living a dream. All he had to do was hold on and trust in the love of his little dove.

  Lost in thought, Kellan was shocked when Olive tightened her legs around his waist, braced her palms on his chest, and rolled them both over until she was perched atop him with a grin of satisfaction on her luscious lips.

  “What the...”

  “My turn, mo Dragon,” she chirped while leaning over him and climbing his much larger body with the grace of a panther about to pounce.

  Her heavy breasts hypnotized him as they swung side to side. Erotic images flooded his mind as her body followed in a sensual slide of seduction. Olive licked her lips, her tongue wetting a trail across the top and then the bottom. Unable to look anywhere but her mouth, Kellan groaned as she straddled his waist, using a sexy little shimmy to fit him between the perfectly round globes of her beautiful bum. With her eyes holding his hostage, the little dove rolled her hips, lifting ever so slightly so that her warm, wet juices would lavish his throbbing erection.

  Kellen growled low in his throat, his hands flew over his head, he grabbed the solid oak headboard and held on as tight as he could. The sound of wood cracking was barely audible as he roared at the same time Olive lifted up on her knees, gripped him within her fist, and positioned him at her opening.

  Slowly sliding deep in the all-encompassing heat of his mate, Kellan knew he’d found home. Olive fit around him like a glove. It was Heaven on earth. The couple sighed in unison, the sound of their bliss echoing throughout their souls.

  Kellen resisted the urge to move, letting Olive control their union. Showing her how important her happiness was to him, Kellan fought to catch his breath as her feminine walls contracted around him. Rational thought became impossible.

  “You’re going to kill me, mo chol beag,” he rumbled.

  “Sounds like a fine way to go to me,” she giggled, thankfully as breathless as he was.

  Just as Kellan had decided to take control or lose his mind and shred his headboard, Olive lifted her lovely body. The higher she went, the tighter her feminine walls gripped his erection, sucking the remaining air from his lungs. When he feared he would fall from her tight, warm sex, she descended, rolling her hips when he was seated deeply inside. She started a rhythm, rising and falling, tightening and rolling, driving man and dragon to the brink of insanity.

  Tearing his hands from the splintering headboard, he cupped her breasts, rubbing the pebble of her hardened nipple against his palm as he squeezed her silky skin. Olive’s dove flashed in her eyes, pulling his beast to the forefront. The dragon would no longer be denied. Rolling until their positions were reversed and he was looking down at the gift of his amazing little dove, Kellan drove into his mate with all the love he already felt for her powering his every motion.

  She met him thrust for thrust as the sounds of their flesh coming together combined with their pants for air filled the room. It was rougher than Kellan had intended. Trying to slow down, Olive gasped, “Don’t you dare. I love you dammit and you will NOT pull away from me.”

  Hearing her words, feeling her love, knowing she was just as lost to their passion as he, the scarred dragon moved faster. Her hands slipped from his shoulders. Her nails bit into his skin as they slid down his back. His dragon roared. Kellan arched his back. Pure joy flooded his being to know he’d taken her to such heights of frenzy.

  Olive contracted tighter around him. His erection swelled. His balls grew tight. Together, the couple was careening towards blissful release. Reaching between their bodies, Kellan teased her swollen nub. Olive’s back bowed until only the weight of his body kept her from rising off the bed. His dove was frantic beneath him, demanding more and more as he slammed into her, bumping her cervix on every thrust.

  Looking deep into her eyes, he lightly pinched her swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger. Olive’s eyes grew impossibly wide as together they shouted their release for all to hear. She contracted around him, holding him tight, milking him of his last drop. As she relaxed, Kellan continued to slide in and out of her warmth, wringing the last of her orgasm from deep within. His little dove shivered with each sensual glide against her sensitive walls.

  Her eyes began to clear, a sassy twinkle replacing the clouds of rapture. She stretched beneath him, the lazy grin of contentment gracing her lips. Unwilling to leave her if only for a second, he rolled to his side holding her close until they rested face-to-face comfortably on the pillows at the head of the bed.

  Glancing above her head, Olive snorted with laughter. “You broke the bed.”

  “And I’d do it again,” he chuckled. “I think that’s...”

  Kellan never got to finish his statement as Rory’s voice burst into his mind, “I hate to be a killjoy but Max is here with new intel that you need to see.”

  Throwing his spare arm over his eyes as his head fell back on the pillow, the scarred dragon groaned, “Now? Really? Your timing sucks.”

  “Get used to it, dude. Ain’t mated life grand?” Rory chuckled as he cut their connection.

  Little shit’s been waiting forever to say that ...

  Chapter Six

  Kellan thoroughly inspected her body before he would
let her out of bed, then again in the shower, and one more time as she dried off, looking for any signs that he’d hurt or left a mark on her during their lovemaking. Olive repeatedly told him she was fine...better than fine. Had even used the word fantastic a time or two, but still her over-protective, over-bearing mate insisted on making sure he hadn’t harmed her in any way. She listened to the thoughts whizzing through his brain, condemning himself for absolutely no reason and could not let it stand.

  Placing her hands on either side of his face, she made him look her in the eyes and said, “Kellan, you have to stop this. You cannot freak out every time we make love,” she paused and gave him her best cheeky grin, complete with a wink, then continued. “Because I don’t know about you, but I plan on making love to my mate many, many, many more times no matter how many pieces of furniture you destroy in the process.”

  Even though he grinned, disbelief and sadness still clouded his eyes. Grabbing his hands, Olive pulled Kellan to his feet, wrapped her arms around his broad chest, laid her head over his heart, and simply hugged him with everything she had. Love, coupled with unconditional acceptance, flowed from both woman and dove to the man and his dragon. Mate to mate, heart to heart, soul to soul, she had to make sure they both knew there was nothing in the past, present, or future that would keep her from his side.

  Lost in a world of their own, the little dove could feel the darkness surrounding her dragon’s heart clearing. It was a truly glorious feeling. One she’d prayed for since the first day she’d seen him. Lifting her head, she saw tears in his eyes. Just about to tell him how very proud of him she was, Olive’s words were left unspoken as the sound of the front door opening and a “Hey, anybody home?” was yelled up the stairs.

  “Ettie...” they sighed in unison then answered as one, “Yeah, we’re here.”

  Olive added, “Be right down.”