by Julia Mills
Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on her forehead, then one on each cheek, then one on each side of her mouth before working his way all the way down her throat. His journey continued to the neckline of her white mating gown. Every inch of her décolletage knew his attention, while his hands slowly worked every tiny pearl button on both sides of her torso. Olive sighed as her dress floated to the floor, leaving her naked but for her white lace panties.
Kellan pulled her to her feet. She could feel his eyes caressing every part of her body from her bright pink toes to the tiny flowers still tucked into her platinum curls. Olive felt her nipples harden and the dampness of her arousal wet the inside of her thigh.
“There has never been nor will there ever be a more perfect woman in all the Universe. I am humbled to be your mate, Olive Ahern, and I will spend every moment of every day showing you how very much I love and appreciate you. You are mine and I am yours, forever and always,” he reverently whispered right before his mouth slammed to hers.
Laying them back on the bed while whispering words of love and devotion into her mind, Kellan kissed and tasted until Olive knew she would never be able to live without his touch. Her dragon was as much a part of her as she was of him. They were one in heart, one in mind, one in body, and one in soul.
The sensual overload was indescribable. His hands on her body, their shared feelings, his voice in her mind, and their hearts beating as one, drove the little dove insane with need. His fingers slid under the lace on her hip and one tug later, she was completely naked and utterly at his mercy.
Olive lifted her hips trying to force his wandering hands where her ache was the most intense, but Kellan only chuckled and moved his hand atop her mound, sliding his thumb back and forth across the tip of her excited clit. Goose bumps raised all over her body. The little dove growled her frustration through gritted teeth, using only his name, “Please...please mo ghra’, please love me.”
She could hear the smile in his voice as he answered, “Oh yes, mo chol beag, I will love you now and forever.”
His body moved against hers and the contact only heightened her already soaring arousal. Fighting to open her eyes, she saw him kneeling between her legs. Their eyes met and Olive was held captive, unable to do anything but look into the eyes of the man that owned her, body and soul.
Placing his hands under her bum, he pulled her closer. The head of his cock touched her wet curls as her hips lifted of their own volition, blessedly causing him to slide between her outer lips and bump her clit. Olive struggled to move her hips forward. Tried with all her might to push him farther inside. They gasped in unison at the sensations her movements caused. Staring into one another’s souls, one for all time, they began to move in unison.
His thick, hard erection slid all the way into her wet warm pussy, stopping only when he reached the very bottom. The feeling of utter bliss filled both dragon and dove. The words, a union blessed by the Universe Herself, floated through Olive’s mind.
Delighting in the feeling of her womb contracting around his throbbing erection, they paused, savoring the moment. The flood of emotions flowing uninhibited between them heightened the couple’s excitement. Their hearts beat as one.
Kellan’s eyes looked down her body, leaving a scorching trail in their wake. He sighed when he reached where they were joined and spoke with unbelievable admiration, “Look at us, mo maité’. Perfectly together...”
At just a glimpse of their joined bodies Olive’s need compounded. She moved with renewed vigor against her mate. The sight of him gliding in and out of her was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Kellen immediately responded. He drove in and out of her, rolling his hips every time their hips touched. The head of his erection rubbed against the bundle of nerves at the top of her channel and the base of his erection bumped her swollen nub on every stroke.
Unable to do anything but feel, Olive held tight to the love and devotion she felt for her dragon and reached for his hands. Their fingers intertwined as she screamed her release to the Heavens a split second before Kellan roared his.
Slowly returning to earth, she loved the feel of Kellan moving slowly in and out of her with their hands still clasped. His voice was rough from their lovemaking, causing her to grin as he asked, “Hello mo chol beag, have you returned to me?”
She could feel the goofy grin and didn’t attempt to hide it as she purred, “As I always will, mo chroi’, as I always will.”
Removing himself from her, Kellan crawled up her body, kissed her soundly and laid on his side facing her. She felt his hand slip under her pillow and rolled to face him. “What are you up to?” Olive teased.
Handing her a small dark blue velvet box in response, Kellan smiled and nodded for her to open it. Holding her breath, Olive carefully lifted the lid to reveal an absolutely spectacular sapphire and diamond ring. The circular cut gem was every bit the size of a dime, with beautiful facets that glistened in the rays of the morning sun and surrounded by glittering diamonds. Infinity signs sat under the setting on both sides of the band with diamonds set in the platinum that would go all the way around her finger.
Kellan took the ring from the velvet, tossed the box over his shoulder, and held her left hand in his. Looking deep into her eyes, he promised, “Nothing but laughter, love, and happiness from now until forever. Is brae liom tú le gach go bhfuil mé.” Then he slid the ring on her finger.
Hours later, laying across her dragon’s chest, replete from their lovemaking and floating on a cloud of utter bliss, she listened to her dragon humming the words to the song his father used to sing to his mother. The words were so beautiful she hummed along in her head in English, “You’re more beautiful every day. I will love you until the stars fall from the sky and the Heavens close their gates.”
Olive looked at the ring on her finger as she listened to Kellan singing and their hearts beating as one and teased, “I never thought it possible, but you’re even better than chocolate, Mr. Aherne.”
The rumble of his laughter under her cheek was all the warning Olive got before Kellan slid his hands under her arms, pulled her up his body, and rolled them over until he was looking down at her. “Is that so?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Well, Mrs. Aherne,” he chuckled before attacking her neck with loud slobbering kisses and pretend growls. Olive laughed out loud when the words, “You know, you just might be better than chocolate too, but I’m thinkin’ I need another taste,” floated through her mind.
This is the way life was meant to be lived...
Epilogue
Two Months Later
“What do you mean you can’t find your mate?” Kyra shrieked. “You seriously cannot have lost a whole person, Mother. You’re the Grande Priestess of every witch everywhere, not to mention the Council will be here tomorrow to perform the Wiccan Matrimonial Ceremony. You cannot have lost Maddox.”
“Well, I’m not saying I lost him, I’m just saying I can’t find him...anywhere,” Calysta had waited as long as she could before going to her daughter for help. Two days of dodging everyone’s questions concerning Maddox and it had become more than she could handle. It was time to call in the cavalry.
“Royce! Get down here. Mom’s lost Maddox.”
“Kyra, I really wish you would stop saying I’ve lost him. You make me sound like a crazy old woman.”
“What would you rather I say? You misplaced him? Can’t remember where you put him? He’s run off with the maid?” Kyra had the audacity to roll her eyes and sigh. Calysta thanked the Goddess that Royce came down stairs before her daughter could really get started, but of course, he also had to be a smartass.
“Did the old coot flake out on ya’ already?” Her daughter’s mate laughed. “My bet was on six months.”
Ignoring his not-so-funny jokes, the Grande Priestess simply answered, “I have no clue where he is.” Calysta knew how desperate she sounded but it was the truth; the mad dragon had simply disappeared.
“Have you scryed for him?”
Kyra asked as she paced circles around the huge sectional in the middle of her living room with her hands on her hips.
“Of course.”
“But you’re mated, like have the mark, blessed-by-the-clan-and-the ancients mated. How can you not contact him or at least feel where he is?” Royce’s brow was furrowed and he was rubbing his forehead like just the thought of Maddox being missing gave him a headache.
Throwing her hands in the air, Calysta jumped to her feet and shouted, “I have no clue what the dumb jerk has done, but I cannot find him.”
Before Kyra and Royce could say anything else, the front door swung open and in walked Kayne, Kellan, and Olive. The demi god was the first to speak, “Any of you ever hear the one about the dragon that got away?”
“Very funny, jerk,” Royce snickered then to Calysta he explained, “I called Kayne and Kellan because if anyone can find Maddox, it’s these two. No one knows him better, well, except maybe Rian, but he has his hands full with contacting the shifters still in the clinic, so I thought we’d hold off on getting him involved.”
“Good thought,” Kellan agreed, sitting on the end of the couch and pulling Olive into his lap. “I overheard you ask if Calysta had scryed for him, which makes sense, but you know how magically skilled Maddox is...”
“And powerful,” Kayne interjected.
“Yep, and powerful,” Kellan agreed. “So if he doesn’t want to be found then you won’t find him, at least not with magic.”
Kayne walked towards Calysta with a look of concern that only served to make the Grande Priestess more nervous. “I know what I’m about to ask is personal, but it might help me figure out where the crazy asshole has run off to. Did you two fight? Was he more agitated than usual?”
“No, quite the opposite. He’s been better, happy even.” Calysta ran back through the days before his disappearance, trying to think of anything she’d missed, but came up empty-handed...again.
“Yeah, she’s right. When I talked to him, he even smiled and laughed...twice. Mated life really seemed to be helping the old man.” Kellan smiled and kissed his own mate on the cheek.
“That’s what I thought, too. I know I haven’t been around much but the few times I talked to him, he seemed like the younger version of himself I’d known before my vacation in Hell. I just had to be sure before...” Kayne’s words trailed off, making Calysta wonder if he was thinking or talking to another of his brethren.
She didn’t have to wait long for the answer as the demi god shook his head and stood. Looking like he’d just been punched in the gut, Kayne walked towards Calysta and asked, “Did he happen to take a large leather bound book with the Crest of the Dragons on the front?”
“I don’t know. I know he brought it back from his cave and put it in the study. I haven’t been in there for a few days but I can call and ask Della. She’s still here helping me get the house in order and for the wiccan ceremony.”
“Please do. I have an idea where he’s gone and if I’m right, it’s gonna take all of us to bring him back.”
It took less than thirty seconds to ring her sister, Della, and find out that Kayne’s suspicions had been right. Still holding her cell phone in her hand, the Grande Priestess relayed the information to the demi god and asked, “What does that mean?”
Shaking his head and heading for the door, Kayne called over his shoulder, “It means he’s gone dragon hunting for a dragon who doesn’t want to be found.”
“Son of a ...” Kellan set Olive’s feet on the ground, grabbed her hand, and was moving towards the door to follow Kayne before the demi god’s words even registered in her head.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Royce growled while pulling on his boots.
“Wait!” Calysta yelled, stopping the dragons mid-stride. She watched Kayne turn around while she took a deep breath and searched for a calm that was not to be found. In as peaceful a voice as she could muster, the Grande Priestess asked, “What does that mean?”
It was her daughter’s mate who spoke up as he walked past, “It means he’s about to be cooked alive if we don’t get to him first.”
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“Well, la dee da, lookie here, Miss Fancy Pants. You have an invitation to the gala celebrating the Katsaros Industries and Roma Tech merger.” Cyn’s admin and long-time friend, Adele, sing-songed as she fanned herself with what looked to be an expensive off-white linen envelope while doing her best model walk into Cynthia’s office.
“I have no idea why I would be invited to that. I’m just sales consultant for a drug company. I don’t know diddly about tech. And besides, I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Well, you better get your butt in gear. Dust off that credit card, baby, cause you’ve got the golden ticket.”
“What the hell are you talking about? What golden ticket?”
“Girl, get your head out of the books and catch up on your pop culture. There is more to life than the newest anti-inflammatory or anti-depressant. You have a VIP ticket to the big show. It says you’ll be sitting at one of the tables next to the head guy, his new wife, and the other big wigs. You have to go so I can live vicariously through you.”
Cyn shook her head. How in the hell had she ever gotten on the guest list for something so prestigious? These people were the movers and shakers, kings of industry. Hell, most of them were from other countries, highly educated, rich from birth, and way out of her league.
Grabbing the invitation from Adele, Cyn saw the signature that had obviously been signed with the sender’s own hand at the bottom of the beautifully embossed correspondence and had to sit down before she fell down from shock. Running the pad of her thumb over the signature, a chill ran down her spine and an image formed in her mind.
It had only taken one time, just a chance encounter at Starbucks two years ago in Dallas, and Cyn had been hooked. The spark of recognition between them when they’d touched had been electric. Sort of like déjà vu but stronger, and maybe a little different. It didn’t make sense but it was oh so real. Long after they’d parted ways, Cyn couldn’t shake the feeling that their meeting wasn’t completely coincidental. Not that he’d planned it or anything stalkerish, but that they were ‘supposed’ to meet, like it was a destiny kind of thing.
He was tall, had light brown hair that she knew would be wavy if he didn’t tame it with products, and hazel eyes that mesmerized as the smooth golden in the center spread to an almost green before turning brown at the edge. To say Roman Marinos was good-looking was like saying South Fork was a farm. He was amazing and had an accent so exotic it curled her toes. She hadn’t even told Adele about their chance encounter and Cyn told her friend everything.
Lost in thought, Cyn jumped when the intercom on her office phone buzzed. “Sexy man voice on line two,” Adele chirped.
“I have told you a million times no
t to give the people on the phone nicknames.”
Cyn cut off Adele’s rebuttal by answering the phone. “Cynthia St. James, how can I help you?”
“You can accept my invitation to the KI/Roma Tech gala.”
Her mind went blank. Her palms began to sweat. Her heart beat like a bass drum. Cyn thought she might pass out. Recognition like no other filled her mind. Dumb luck had walked up and smacked her in the back of the head again. How could it be possible? How could the man who’d she dreamed about every night for two years be on the phone? Wasn’t it enough that she thought about him every spare minute of the day? Now, he was on her phone?
He owed her nothing, just as she owed him nothing. He’d replaced her favorite London Fog trench coat after spilling coffee on it and even bought the dark brown leather gloves she’d been eyeing for weeks, almost as if he read her mind. She’d tried repeatedly to return them only to have him refuse.
“Well...it’s just that...” Taking a deep breath to stop further embarrassment, Cyn began again. “I have a previous engagement and to be honest Mr. Marinos, I’m in pharmaceuticals not tech. I think there’s been some mistake.”
For several seconds, Cyn could only hear him breathing on the other end of the phone. She was just about to apologize for seeming ungrateful when the rumble of his deep voice floated from the phone. If possible, his accent seemed thicker and his voice more intense. “My invitation has little to do with the gala and everything to do with you, Cynthia St. James.”
Unsure what Marinos meant and with no idea how to answer, Cyn fell back on the one tried and true excuse she always used when she wanted to get out of something. “I appreciate your invitation. I am truly humbled but as I said, I have a previous engagement.”
Chuckling like she’d said something funny, Marinos’ only reply was, “No you don’t. Pick you up at eight.”
