by Marie Harte
She didn’t understand, but soon found herself not caring as he took control of her body. The feel of his thighs pressed against the back of hers, of his balls slapping against her as he rode her with a mastery that declared his skills as a lover, shook her to the core. Every touch, every caress, sent waves of desire through her body.
His fingers plucked and teased her clit until she wanted to come from that alone. But the rocking of his pelvis, the fullness inside her ass only added to the tension begging for release.
And that scared her. She should have sensed him long before he put himself in her ass. She should have woken and taken control, handling him instead of moaning in surrender as he fucked her again.
A loud crack scattered her thoughts and she cried out at the slap on her right butt cheek.
“Stop thinking and feel,” he rumbled. “Feel the sting of that slap, feel the length of my cock as I ram it into your sweet ass. And feel the mark of ownership, both mine and his.” She looked over her shoulder and saw him nod toward the egg beside the bed.
The little egg quivered with ecstasy, his shell glowing with bright blue and green spots of color, intermittent with sparks of red and gold.
“I don’t understand.”
Ranton groaned and gripped her hips tight with both hands. “You will soon enough.”
She wanted to argue, but feeling, a symphony of sound, scent and emotion, flooded her with need. The egg’s boundless love rolled through her as Ranton cried out and came, and soon she followed, her body clenching his tightly, her core weeping with the need for fulfillment.
“More,” Ranton ordered, and thrust again, pushing her into another orgasm.
Dragonsong filled the room. Ranton continued thrusting, and she couldn’t stop coming. When he finally ceased, leaning over Eve with his larger frame, his weight pinned her in place.
“Fuck me,” he breathed and rolled off her, taking her with him.
She’d fight him in a minute, as soon as she caught her breath and pushed that harmony from her head. Glaring at the little egg, she gradually realized less of a ringing in her ear as the baby dragon muted his song.
“Don’t chastise him too harshly. Jentaron’s in love.” Humor laced Ranton’s words, and she quickly glanced back at him.
His lips twisted in mocking smile, his eyes soft with repletion. Eve stared, enraptured with the look of a satisfied dragon. Despite his human appearance, Ranton looked completely beastly to her, and incredibly attractive.
“How can an egg be in love?”
“How can a dragon love a demon?”
“What?” Ranton was in love with her? Her heart wanted to race out of her chest. Dear hell, but she thought she might be feeling the same—
“Jentaron’s in love with you—a demon. How that’s possible, I don’t know.”
Oh, right. Jentaron. She lay there trying to gather her thoughts while Ranton left the bed. He returned with a damp rag and surprised her by tending to the mess he’d made. His tenderness contrasted sharply with his fierce taking of her ass, and the differences made her wish, for just a moment, that he’d been the one declaring his love.
She ignored any sense of disappointment. “Look, I was supposed to bring him back. I’ve done that, and a lot more. Now it’s time for me to go.”
She shifted toward the side of the bed and found herself flattened by several hundred pounds of hulking muscle.
“You don’t leave until I say you can leave,” he said quietly, his eyes narrowed and intimidating in the extreme. “You’re in dragon territory now, Eve. That makes you mine.”
“Yours?” she scoffed. “Please. I haven’t tried to seriously hurt you because I know you were only protecting Jentaron. But you’ve taken advantage of the fact—twice—and now I have to go. I have a job to do, and lazing around with a beast in the lower realm is not getting it done.”
“Your job. What is it, exactly? Tell me.”
Another order. She glared up at him. “No.”
His brows rose, but instead of looking irritated, he looked amused. “You don’t like orders, do you?”
“What gave you that idea, genius?”
His lip curled up in a snarly grin, and she had to convince herself not to notice how cute he looked, especially with those sharp teeth exposed.
“Such a smart mouth. But what soft, ripe lips.”
Before she could move, he kissed her. A breath-stealing fusing of the mouths that made her arch up into him.
“That’s better.” His chest rumbled in what sounded like a purr. “Much better. I wonder that I haven’t tried a demon before now. Yes, sassa, you’re my first demon lover.”
“I admit you’re my first bout of dragon sex, and needless to say, you’re my last.”
“It pleases me to hear you say that.”
“Well, whoopee for you. I meant that you’re too domineering, too arrogant, and too damned big for me. Now get off before I turn nasty. And what the hell does sassa mean?”
He shook his head, his soft hair dragging over her shoulders. Funny, but she never would have pegged an overgrown lizard to feel so soft. His hair and skin felt like satin, and she couldn’t help rubbing the pads of her fingers over his forearms as she tried to free herself.
“I like nasty.” Ranton leaned close to her face and inhaled, closing his eyes. “Oh, Eve. You smell delicious. Warm female, cool demon, and spicy arousal.”
She didn’t need to look down to see his cock hardening. “What, are you in perpetual heat?” Her loins pooled with want, her cream mixing with the dragon seed still saturating her womb and now her ass.
Ranton merely glanced at the egg again and smiled. “Sassa means ‘dragon with a demon’s temper’. It’s often used as a term of affection.”
She swallowed hard. “Oh.” What did a body say to that? She suddenly felt nervous, especially when his eyes narrowed with satisfaction. “I really do have work to do.”
“Work?”
Since he didn’t seem to want to let her go, she sighed and told him—but only because she decided to talk. “I’m a demon with an important job. Oh sure, succubi and war demons all have their place. But it’s my job to help keep the world in balance. Obviously I’m not the only one who does it, but I play an important role in the grand scheme of things.”
Ranton eased off of her and rolled to his side, up on one elbow. His eyes remained hard while he listened. “Go on.”
“You know the Ethereals take care of humanity. It’s our purpose, really.”
Far from seeming disgusted with talk of the humans, Ranton looked intrigued.
“Not that you dragons seem to care overmuch, but if the humans go unchecked, they throw the universe off balance. The middle realm is actually quite important. But its occupants have no idea what they’re doing. My brothers and I sway those teetering on the brink.”
“Brink of what?”
“The brink of Decision. That fine line that separates the souls belonging in heaven and those belonging in hell. And the angels are always trying to one-up us.” She grimaced. She still had a bone to pick with Daniel about her last sway. Stupid angel. “The fact of the matter is, both sides of the Ethereal were created to keep order. I can’t force a human to decide, nor can I sway one once his or her course is set.” James should really be here listening to this. “But I can insert myself into a human’s life who’s in the middle of Decision. We do it all the time when they reach a certain age without having decided the course of their future.”
“And the dragons? Why do the Ethereal not bother themselves with us?” Ranton rubbed her shoulder with small, light circles, making her stomach do flip-flops.
“Because you and those in your sect refused us many, many years ago. And there’s some question as to whether or not you possess souls. For some reason no one clearly understands, the dragons, blood elves and havoc remain immune to angel and demon interference. I think it’s because you live in our realm.”
“Whose realm?” he asked softly, h
is fingers traveling along the slope of her breast to capture a nipple.
She swallowed but refused to back down. “Our realm. You might not like it, Ranton, but the demons were here way before the first dragon was even born.” She grinned when he frowned. Finally. Gotcha. “Legend has it that the first dragon was actually a demon who later changed.”
“That’s ridiculous.” He opened his mouth to say more, but his eyes widened in surprise instead.
“What?” She looked at the egg now mottled with blue. “Did Jentaron say something?”
Ranton gave her a most curious look but said nothing.
“You know, normally I’d hang around and badger you until I get my answers. But I really do have work to do.” She thought of her father’s reaction when she failed to sway her humans. “And there are consequences if I don’t perform.”
His fingers on her breast stilled. “What consequences?”
“Asael, my boss, would not be pleased.”
“Asael,” he murmured in thought. “I know this name. An angel once, now fallen to reign among the demons in the lower region. He’s a major demon, and a monster of some skill. My mother was quite taken with him at one time.”
Yeah, that was her father. A real heartbreaker. Literally.
“Well, if you know his reputation, then you know he’s not someone you want on your bad side. I have a certain number of souls to sway in a given work period. And if I don’t meet my quota, I end up on his shit list.”
“Hmm.” He looked introspective, and she took the time to study him as he’d studied her.
Naked, Ranton appeared the very essence of male personified. Broad shoulders, slim hips and long, powerful legs made her want to lick him from head to toe. And then there was the impressive flesh between his thighs, the velvety sack under a long, semi-hard shaft. A pearl of cream clung to his tip and she wanted to lick him, to taste what she’d had only minutes ago.
“Tell me, Eve. Are you any good at your job?”
“The best,” she said without hesitation. “I’ve never met a male I couldn’t sway.”
“Never, Eve?” He chuckled, surprising, then irritating her.
Without giving him time to prepare, she knocked him onto his back and straddled his waist. “Never, Ranton.” She licked her lips, not surprised when his gaze focused there and his cock stirred under her sex, trapped by her position. “Why don’t I show you?”
This time I’m in control. And do I have a few surprises for you.
Ranton sucked in his breath when Eve fused her mouth to his. By the embers, his little demon knew how to kiss. She sucked on his lower lip and bit him, actually drawing blood. Then she licked the small spot, warming him with demon flame, and took possession of his mouth. He found himself hugging her to him without remembering having lifted his arms.
She squirmed over his cock, her pussy wet and hot, and much as he tried, he couldn’t penetrate her without her help. But his frustration faded under the onslaught of sensation in his mouth.
Eve filled him with blue fire, her breath an aphrodisiac. She tasted both sweet and spicy, both hot and cold, and smelled like citreine, a scent the dragons were partial to moreso than chocolate. Her tongue stroked his and swept the cavern of his mouth. She licked his elongating teeth, which grew long and sharp when he was impassioned, and neatly avoided getting bitten.
“Sassa,” he murmured when she left his mouth for his ear.
She nuzzled his neck, the warmth of her breath exciting and stimulating. He felt hard enough to break her in half were she human. Her tongue snaked into his ear, and he bucked against her, needing to thrust hard right now.
“I’m going to ride you, Ranton,” she whispered as she settled over him, her pussy’s cream coating his shaft. “And you come only when I give the word.”
Strangely, her dominance excited him. Normally the one holding the power, Ranton had never been held in thrall by anyone or anything. Not the queen or the dragon prince, his brother Teban. Even Jentaron, soon his king, would never command his obedience. Ranton would give it because he loved Jentaron, because he had made the decision to honor the new king.
Eve challenged Ranton. She made him think twice about telling her what to do, even though he knew he could dominate her. And her ability to make him question himself intrigued him on so many levels.
Her tongue plunged into his ear as she shifted over him, taking his cock deep.
“Yes, yes,” he moaned, oblivious to her manipulations. Fuck, his little sassa was so good. Her heat called to his, made him want to fill her with his come, to mark her everywhere and claim her as his. Elemental, driving need pushed him to raw carnality.
She sat up, bringing him fully inside of her, and her eyes sparkled like sapphires. Staring into her knowing grin, he gripped her hips and increased their pace, slamming her on top of him over and over again.
“You want to come inside me, don’t you, dragon?” she murmured, cupping her breasts and flicking her nipples. “You want to fuck me until you’re spent.”
“Hmm.” He couldn’t think, could only stare as she toyed with his breasts, his pert nipples. The call of ownership descended, and uncaring that the female he would impress into his being was in fact demon, he pulled her closer, his eyes burning with the need to join them as one.
But Eve leaned forward, breaking eye contact, and sucked on his nipple. Jolted by the erotic kiss, he jerked under her, in thrall to her sensual power. She kissed and caressed, pinching his other nipple while stimulating him into a fury of arousal.
“Yes, you want to fuck. You want me, don’t you, Ranton?” she murmured, her words echoing strangely in his chamber.
“I do,” he answered honestly, uncaring about anything but the end to his hunger.
“But I won’t let you come, not yet,” she teased, easing off him before he could protest.
She replaced her pussy with her hand and pumped him, circling the base of his cock with a hard pull when he would have climaxed. Cursing in frustration, he reached for her and saw nothing but a blur. She was there. He felt her touch. But suddenly he couldn’t see her, could only feel.
“Quit playing, Eve.” Anger grew, anger and frustration. His cock needed to release, and damn it all, he couldn’t finish. Not when he had her pussy so close, her ass just a breath away.
She reappeared with a smirk and a kiss. Before he could reprimand her, she’d turned around and had her dripping pussy in his face, her mouth over his cock.
He took full advantage, licking her hard while fucking her mouth.
So damned good. More. He felt a flutter of love from Jentaron, his little brother feeding off Ranton’s sexual energy with softer, needier emotion. And Ranton suddenly felt a softening in his heart as well.
Eve made him feel things. Around her he was more than the leader of the Legion, but a male in his prime. A dragon to conquer even the most stubborn of females. If only she’d let him.
To have met an equal after living so many years in command over the dragons… He wanted to come, to fill her mouth the way she filled his. Eve shuddered and sucked harder on his cock, to which he added his fingers with his mouth to make her climax. He shoved his fingers in deep, two that stretched and angled for her G-spot, taking her to bliss while he ate her sweet little clit.
But still he couldn’t come. And it didn’t make sense. Her mouth, her body around him smelled of ecstasy, and he needed to join her.
“Want to come, don’t you?” she rasped, letting his cock fall from her lips. “Spill it, let me watch you spew.” She wrapped her hands around his shaft and rubbed his head against her lips. “Come now.”
He couldn’t help himself. He sucked harder on her clit and came, shooting into the air. He wasn’t sure where his seed landed, but the utter rapture of release, of tasting Eve’s pussy while his come left his body, made him dizzy.
He continued to come, ropy jets of semen landing everywhere while he buried his mouth against Eve. And without understanding how, he lost consc
iousness.
Chapter Five
Eve knew she had little time before the big guy woke. Yet she was rubber-kneed, trying her best to overcome the weakness flooding her limbs. Holy hell, but Ranton had taken a lot of effort to put under, and she hadn’t anticipated multiple orgasms while doing so.
She used his sheets to clean herself, aware she was dripping with her own juices as much as his seed all over her mouth and chest.
Licking her lips, she tasted him again, and found, to her horror, the need to put him inside her again. Completely freaking nuts.
With an apologetic glance at Jentaron, she readied to leave…and couldn’t.
She hurried to his side and put her lips over the solid blue spot at the top of the egg. “Good-bye, Jentaron.” Dragonsong filled the room and her eyes filled. “I love you, too.” Glancing back at Ranton’s still form, she raced back to him and kissed him on the lips. And I love you, as wacko as that may be.
Leaving a protesting egg and an unconscious dragon behind, she tried to recall the many twists and turns they’d made, aware her nudity, and the fact that she was a demon, would draw more attention than she’d want to handle. But she had to return home in order to finish her current sways.
Dragons and demons didn’t mix. Ranton led the Legion. Eve helped right the balance of souls. How would the two ever come together save in the bedroom?
A tear slid down one cheek and she dashed it away, mortified she might be crying for a lout like Ranton. Good night, but the male was arrogant, autocratic and too damned big. He’d taken her ass without even asking, as if he owned it. Her butt heated with remembrance and she quickened her stride. Who knew a dragon could be so tender, and so roughly exciting, when making love?
Having sex, having sex, she corrected, worried when her mind refused to equate the correlation. Damn it, she’d felt the connection, much as she needed to avoid it. No, she had to return home, save her brothers’ collective asses before Carmaron, or worse, her father, took a bite out of them.
A sudden roar shook her, and she realized she was running out of time. The beast had obviously awoken and didn’t sound at all pleased that she’d escaped.
