by Marie Harte
He tasted like chocolate, a pleasant surprise that stilled her actions, giving him that spare second to take charge. And take charge he did. He groaned into her mouth, pressing his body firmly into hers as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, stabbing again and again with wanton accuracy.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he licked into her mouth. And she felt what he didn’t say. She was lost to the feelings he provoked, and to the helpless response of her body as she surrendered fully to a creature more enemy than friend.
Chapter Three
Ranton hadn’t expected the devastation of her taste, or he would have tried to prevent the connection growing between them. Her scent, the touch of her flesh upon his, of her soft lips against his mouth, made him want to devour her whole. By the embers, he’d never tasted such temptation before, and he highly doubted her claim that she was not a succubus.
She moaned and arched her taut breasts against his chest. His body stiffened, actually froze in desperate need, and he cursed them both as he stripped off his clothing. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, her gaze lingering on his seeping cock. By human standards he was large, and eyeing her slim frame, he knew the fit would be tight. His cock began throbbing, needing to thrust inside her.
“Too many clothes,” he growled and sliced them from her body before she could protest. He thought it telling she hadn’t done more than stare at him since he’d released her hands. Then again…he greedily absorbed her silken perfection, the creamy white breasts and belly now revealed. Her nipples softly accented her flesh, not a bright red, but a dusky rose, sultry and sweet. Wide areolas dared him to take a bite and he did so with pleasure.
The movement put his entire body in touch with hers, and he ached at holding back.
She squirmed against him and fisted her hands in his hair. “Do it again,” she breathed, her eyes bathed in demon flame.
Grinning at the slight female with such strength, he bit her other breast and laved it with his tongue. Unable to help himself, he sought the hot core of her with his hand, hissing with delight when he found her wet and unbearably warm.
“You’re wet, Eve. Wet for me.” He growled against her breast, teasing the knotty nipples with a burst of warm breath and a raspy tongue. She writhed and moaned, her breasts delightfully responsive. “Tell me what you want.”
No. Tell me who stole the egg. I should demand that.
She shivered and raked her nails over his scalp, pressing against his temples with rigid little fingers. Jolts of pain added to the tumult of sensation jarring his body, and he hardened like stone.
“Tell me where you want my cock.” He lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist, putting her slit directly against that part of him so eager to join her. “In your pussy, Eve?” He slid through her cleft and she sucked in a deep breath.
He lifted from her breasts, forcing her to release her grip on his hair. Staring down into her face, he watched her slumberous eyes narrow further. Her lips parted, and her soft breath fanned his face, an invitation plain as day.
Rubbing his length against her, he gritted his teeth against the welcome feeling of her cream. His balls drew tight, and he wanted nothing more than to shove himself inside her and ride her until she cried out his name.
“Tell me, Eve. Do I fuck your pussy?” He withdrew his assault to position himself lower. “Or maybe your ass? You like it fat and hot in your tight hole?”
She moaned when he prodded her anus, her body slick with need. He pushed harder and she squirmed. Damn, she was tight. He had to force himself to hold back.
“Maybe I just want to suck you with my mouth,” she gasped, daring him to respond.
“Oh? Your mouth, hmm?” He shoved her ankles from his waist and pushed her to her knees. Excitement flashed through him, stirring his predatory senses as he took this particular prey to ground. “Suck me then, Eve. I’m going to fuck that mouth, and you’re going to swallow my every last drop.”
She panted, her features flushed as she stared at his cock.
Not giving her a chance to refuse, he threaded his hands through her hair and pulled her forward. But the little minx took the choice from him. She gripped his shaft firmly, pumping him as she inched her slick lips over his crown. Teasing him, taunting him, she maintained eye contact as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat.
He was panting with raw need by the time she had him balls deep, and her hands massaging his ass only added to the hunger burning bright.
“All of it,” he growled, aware he’d lost any sense of control. Nothing mattered now but feeling the release she dangled before him. “Fucking take it.”
He thrust in and out, deliberately rough. The demon took all of him, raking her nails down his thighs and her teeth along his shaft. The erotic pain mixed with pleasure and he spurted a few drops before he could hold back.
She groaned, swallowing the small shot of come, and prodded him for more. Her fingers fondled his balls, running along the crease toward his anus. He couldn’t help fucking her harder, immensely pleased that a woman who looked so fragile could give as good as he normally did.
“Fuck, Eve,” he moaned, ramming with a ferocity that surprised even him. She shoved a finger in his ass and he nearly unloaded.
Her eyes twinkled up at him, those glowing orbs of blue passion erased every thought from his mind but fucking Eve into oblivion.
“You want it, little demon?” he said thickly. She added another finger, stretching his rectum, and he lost it. “You’ve got it.”
He spewed into her mouth, lost in the sensation of her fingers stroking his ass, of her mouth and tongue sucking and swallowing his seed in heaping amounts. Never had his orgasm been so intense, or so large. But Eve, his demon thief, took from him what he’d never expected to give.
His control.
Something within him shattered, and he could only stare down at her, nonplussed that such a deceptively small package could wield such immense danger.
She released him from her mouth and wiped at a small dribble of come on her lower lip. She caught the bead and sucked it off her finger, and his shaft stirred when it should have been wrung dry.
“Oh no.” He noted her high color, the jitter of her breasts as she strove to command her own passion. “Don’t hide from me, Eve. I fucked your pretty mouth, and now I’m going to eat you up, as all beasts do to pretty little girls.”
He grinned, his teeth sharp with the need to bite something.
The fear he would have seen in anyone else showed in Eve as arousal, and he felt as if fate had stepped forward and handed him his future with a cherry on top.
Without another word, he scooped Eve into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. Following her down, he spread her thighs wide, anchoring them with his hands, and proceeded to show Eve what a dragon’s tongue could really do.
Eve’s eyes rolled back into her head as Ranton licked her from her clit to her asshole with a raspy tongue that had all the earmarks of a pleasure toy specially built for her. As if tasting his addicting flavor wasn’t enough, she now had to submit to sexual torture. But what a way to go…
“Ranton, ah, yes,” she hissed when he pressed that tongue against her burgeoning clit. He licked and pushed, and was anything but gentle—setting her on fire. A thick finger shoved deep inside her. He added teeth, smart little nips that made the blood rush from every other part of her body to pool between her thighs.
He held her legs apart and hard enough to leave bruises. And dear hell, she relished the small pain. His finger pushed so deep she felt a jolt all the way to her soul.
“There it is,” he murmured, and she felt him smile against her pussy, his lips brushing against her naked flesh. “So sexy, Eve. Clean and smooth, just the way I like them.”
She opened her mouth to rejoin, but could only manage a gasp and his name when his tongue snaked its way through her vagina.
“That’s it. Feel me inside you, where I’m going to fuck you soon enough
, baby. Soon enough, and then some more. You’ve unleashed the dragon, Eve, in more ways than one.” He laughed softly, but his breath felt like fire against her heated sex, and the eroticism of their startling similarities shook her.
He bore down, his attention centered on her channel and the cream flowing like water from within. He lapped her up and moaned against her folds, his vibrating tongue against her clit like demonic torture. Never had she felt like this with anyone. And that a dragon made her lose her control only added to his allure. Worry, lust and frustrated desire mixed, building upon each other until her nerves stretched so tight she wanted to burst.
“Come, Eve. Come over my tongue. Give me what I need.”
She felt the end coming, so close, almost there…
“Now.” He clamped down on her clitoris and she exploded, screaming his name over and over as she flooded his mouth with come. He licked her, swallowing it all, and as her nerves screamed, he suddenly mounted her and thrust deep.
He touched the very heart of her womb and continued to push. In and out, pummeling with wild thrusts, he sank deeper and deeper while her orgasm multiplied. Dizzy and confused at how she could still be coming yet spiraling toward another, multiple orgasm, she lay under his mastery and urged him for more.
Alternately snarling and groaning, Ranton fucked her like a demon incubus and came hard, saturating her with dragon seed. She felt his come trickle down her ass and into the bed beneath, and still he shuddered as he unloaded within her. For her part, her body eagerly accepted him, clenching around him to milk every last drop.
Minutes or hours later, when she could finally catch her breath, she saw him staring down at her, their bodies still joined.
Incredulity and suspicion dotted the complete satisfaction in his green and white spotted glare. And much as she should have felt insulted that he thought she’d been playing some trick, she felt too tired to do more than smirk at him.
“Demon.”
“Dragon.”
“Witch.”
“Bastard.” She yawned, breaking the mood, and saw him try to hide a smile.
“Might as well rest,” he said, withdrawing from her at last. But he held her tightly in place when she would have rolled to the side. “Right here, by my heart where I can track you.” He yanked her over his chest and held her fast with his massive arms. “You, my little demon, have a lot more answering to do than you’ve done. And more surrendering to do as well.”
Completely worn out, her huff turned into a sigh. Drifting into sleep, she caught the slight press of his lips on her head before exhaustion overwhelmed her.
“Damn you to hell, Daniel,” Duncan snarled before smashing his fist into the angel’s face, putting him down, hard.
James, the devil take him, didn’t look nearly so arrogant now, sandwiched between Annua’s open-handed slaps and Zephon’s powerful blows. Duncan wanted to slay something, and debated the merits of carving up an angel or his obnoxious brother. They didn’t have time for this fighting, not with Evie at the hands of Ranton, a sadistic dragon bold enough to lead a legion of his kind. A creature that fierce wouldn’t think twice about hurting their sister, especially if she was anywhere near that egg when he found her.
Though Ranton could do little more than crush her human form, the punishment would be painful for Eve. She’d return to the lower realm a spirit of herself, and need to wait for another human to possess. Thankfully, Duncan, James and Eve had been born human, to Bethany Sinclair, now long dead and sadly, gone to heaven. They had retained their forms for the last four hundred years. Unless they suffered a true human death, their spiritual essence maintained their physical forms. So until someone actually killed them in the Ordinary, they could maintain their human forms, well, forever.
But in fights like these, or with dragons like Ranton, the possibility of losing their physical selves grew strong.
Duncan sneered and shot Uriel into the nearest dumpster with a ball of blue flame. Pleased to hear the angel’s echoed curses from inside the metal, Duncan stepped over several angels groaning on the stained tarmac. He fisted his hands on his hips and watched as James’ captors pummeled his midsection.
James glared at him between groans. “A little help here?” he rasped.
Duncan shrugged. “I don’t know. Did you have any other smart-assed remarks needing said? Or can we find Evie now?”
James flushed but remained silent, and Duncan grabbed Annua by his long red hair and flung him skyward. Not willing to call Michael’s wrath, the angel kept his wings hidden and tolerated the rough landing. James, in the meantime, took Zephon by the throat and shoved him down into a pool of what looked and smelled suspiciously like urine.
“Nice place you picked to have a fight, Zephon.”
“May the Seraphim grant you their tender affection.” Zephon’s tone was cold enough to freeze the sun, and Duncan couldn’t help grinning.
“Maybe if you flyboys would stop whining so much about redemption, you’d remember how to fight and maybe recognize the beginning of a sucker punch.”
“Asshole.”
James chuckled and clutched his stomach. “Not that it hasn’t been fun, Zephon, because it has. But we have pressing matters to attend to.”
“What? One dragon egg not enough? Or were you thinking to seduce that group in the corner of the bar?” Uriel said as he stood in the dumpster. He flicked a rotten banana peel from his shoulder, and Duncan cursed himself for not bringing his phone with him. A picture of the fastidious angel in filth would have been too precious for words.
“Not following.”
“You remember, the forbidden innocents sitting inside the bar? The redhead and the blonds.” Uriel smiled, his teeth too fucking white for comfort. “The trio is mine. The male’s an apprentice, but feel free to break more rules. You’ve already tainted innocence with the egg, so why not interfere with an apprentice angel, eh?” Uriel sneered. “With any luck, judgment will follow swiftly on the wings of your whole damned family.”
Shrugging, Duncan took James by the arm and hurried him toward their parked car along the main drag. “I wouldn’t be too sure about your apprentice. He gave James his number.”
Shoving his brother in the car and ignoring his hiss of pain, Duncan shot their Mercedes down the street in a hurry.
“I didn’t get his number…yet…but the lie was worth it. Did you see the look on Uriel’s face?” James smiled around a bruised jaw.
“You should have kept your big mouth shut.”
“Give over, Duncan. The angels had it coming.”
“Sure they did. But not at Evie’s expense. You know what Ranton’s going to do to her.”
James frowned, rubbing his tender ribs. “You think she’d let a dragon fuck her?”
“What?”
“What do you mean, what? Ranton’s about as male as they come, and hell, Evie may be our sister, but you’d have to be blind not to see how she affects the opposite sex.”
“Just because you’re always thinking with your dick doesn’t mean the ruler of the Legion is. Did it occur to you he might find just as much pleasure in torturing her?”
James snorted. “Sexually maybe. But I can’t see Evie laying down to a dragon.”
“Not willingly.”
Duncan and James shared a look, and Duncan sped faster toward the park where they’d left the egg.
After a few moments of terse silence, James groaned.
“What? Your ribs?”
“No. Just thinking about what Dad’s going to have to say about all this.”
Duncan couldn’t help squirming in his seat. Their father held firm to some rules, and number one was to always consider family first and foremost. They’d already put Eve in danger with a stupid prank. And rule number two, to keep a low profile while working, had gone by the wayside if the angels knew they’d stolen the egg. Shit, Carmaron probably had an inkling that the angels were indeed innocent. Maybe once he and James found Evie, they’d do best to work
some damage control.
“You have a point,” Duncan conceded. “It sounded like fun at the time, but maybe that was the liquor talking.”
“The rum or the tequila?”
Duncan groaned. “I can’t believe we stole one of Carmaron’s eggs. Teban has a sense of humor, yes, but he only agreed to our scheme because you two are friends. And weren’t you supposed to hold the egg in your possession at all times?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“That egg is his brother or sister, if you think about it. And if he finds out we left it alone, never mind that nothing could have penetrated that flame around it but one of us, he’s going to seriously flip. We should have just fucked with Ranton. That he would definitely have approved of.”
“Too late now.”
“Yeah, too late for us. Let’s just hope Evie’s steered clear of the scaly bastard.”
Chapter Four
Pressure woke Eve, that and a steady thrumming in her lower body. She blinked to find herself on her belly, hands prodding at her ass and thighs, spreading her wide.
“What—” She hissed at the sudden fire streaking through her bottom. Pushing up on her elbows, she soon found herself on her hands and knees as Ranton pushed himself inside her ass.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice raspy. “But push out, sassa, and this taking will be easier.”
“What the hell are you doing?” She groaned, unable to resist doing as he said. As she did, he slid further inside, the discomfort of his size fading under the pleasure of his touch. He stroked her flank with his callused palms, then rubbed circles on her belly before his fingers sought the moist heat of her clit.
“That’s what I wanted,” he rasped and began playing with the hardening nub. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper still, until his balls rested against her thighs. “Oh yeah, that’s it.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I have to,” he growled and pulled out halfway before slamming deep again. “Because you remain unmarked here, and that’s unacceptable.”
