Dragon Fixation (Onyx Dragons Book 1)

by Amelia Jade

  Willow exhaled. “Well, that was fun.”

  “Oh, barrels of it,” Aiden said dryly, rolling his eyes so hard it had to have hurt. “You only got the tail end of it. I had to listen to it all the way back here.” He shook his head. “You know, Willow, I think Flint might have some anger issues.”

  She snickered. “You don’t say.”

  His brown eyes latched on to her, filling with warmth and amusement. “I would never say!”

  They stood like that for a second, staring at each other, neither speaking, nor making a move. Then, like a dam that had finally broke, they rushed forward into each other’s arms. Aiden lifted her up, twirling her around in the air like she was as light as a feather. She rested her hands on his wrists just in case, but it wasn’t necessary. Aiden had her, completely and securely.

  The muscles on his arms bulged slightly as he lowered her until she could kiss him. It was interesting to experience being the taller one, and also quite a lot of fun. She wrapped her arms around his neck, cupping his face and tilting it upward so she could kiss it properly. Aiden stopped his spin once their lips touched, standing in the middle of the hallway without moving, not a tremble in his arms as he held her aloft. Willow had never felt so safe before.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, running her hands up and down the side of his head, staring intently into his face, looking for any signs he must be holding something back from her.

  “I’m fine,” he assured her. “It was dark, and we were in a forest. They didn’t stand a chance.”

  “You killed them?” Willow wasn’t sure how to feel about that. She knew they’d been attacking him, but still, to have killed…

  “What? No!” he said, shaking his head. “Hurt, yes. But nothing they won’t heal from. Just enough to incapacitate them, prevent them from following, that sort of thing, you know?”

  She nodded, the motion a little jerky but confident enough.

  “I don’t kill indiscriminately,” Aiden said, glancing up the stairs after Flint. “And certainly not humans. There’s just no point. I have killed,” he admitted. “And if that’s going to be a problem, speak up now.”

  She frowned. Most humans, knowing they were developing feelings for a killer would be a deal breaker. But she knew that shifters were different, and what Aiden had likely done was not murder the way a human would see it. Their world was different. For instance, she knew her father had killed before, and she didn’t let it affect the way she loved him. So why should Aiden be any different?

  “Humans?” she asked quietly, the word coming out before she knew she wanted to ask it.

  “No. I’ve hurt some badly, but only to ensure myself or others could escape a situation. But never a mortal wound, no.”

  “Did the others deserve it?”

  Aiden hesitated. “All but one,” he admitted. “One, in hindsight, probably could have been saved, and I regret it all the time. But it was either me or him, and at the time, I didn’t see another way.”

  Willow nodded. “I understand.”

  He started to let her down, but Willow fought it off by clamping down harder around his neck. Eventually he picked up on her resistance and adjusted his grip so he could hold her aloft still. Now though she was cradled into his arms, one around her legs, one around her back as he held her to his chest.

  “Aiden?” she said, kissing his neck with an increasing urgency. Something that had been kept restrained was building within her now, and Willow needed to let it out.

  “Yes?”

  “I think you should take me upstairs now.”

  Thirteen

  Aiden

  The walk upstairs was silent.

  Not an awkward, unsure, tentative thing. But a comfortable peace between two older parties that knew what was about to happen. Neither of them were nineteen anymore, the nervous trepidation and insecurities of inexperience were gone for both of them, replaced by a calm confidence and a desire to experience one another in a more intimate setting.

  Aiden wasn’t actually sure which room in the huge house was hers, having only ever encountered her on the lower level, but she guided him to it. Much to his relief, it was down a separate corridor, where all the guest rooms were located. Her father believed in giving Willow some space from his loudmouthed pack it would seem. For once, Aiden agreed with something he’d done.

  The huge bed had four wooden posters and a black metal canopy over it, draped with a white cloth that looked like a sail. He walked over to it and set Willow down into the bedding, feeling her sink deep into the thick down comforter. Still without a word he stepped back, and, knowing her eyes were on him, slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head, flexing his muscles and twisting his body to give her as good a show as possible.

  He was no Chip & Dale’s dancer—or whatever they were called—he knew that. But just because he couldn’t do a proper seductive striptease without falling across the floor and breaking something didn’t mean he couldn’t at least give her a little show.

  “Ow oww,” Willow catcalled from the bed, biting down on her index finger seductively as her eyes opened wide to look at him. “Take it off!”

  “I need some music,” he muttered sarcastically.

  “Oh, I got this!”

  Aiden stood up straight, frowning as Willow rolled over and grabbed her phone, fiddling with it for a few moments before plugging it into a bedside dock. Music started to emerge a moment later.

  “I’m…too sexy for my sh—”

  Aiden lunged forward and hit the pause button. “No.”

  But Willow never heard him, she was too busy trying to contain her laughter. Both hands clamped over her mouth as she shook violently, tears streaming down her rapidly reddening face. “The look—your face.” She lost control again. “Price…less!”

  Her words were coming out in fits and spurts.

  “You think you’re soooo funny,” he drawled, fiddling with his belt.

  Willow nodded, grabbing a pillow as she laugh-cried into it.

  Aiden dropped his jeans.

  Willow stopped laughing immediately as her eyes focused on the rather obvious bulge in his pants. Aiden felt his ego swell at the way she licked her lips nervously, the earlier humor already forgotten.

  “Finish the job,” he ordered, letting just a bit of steel slip into his voice, letting her know that playtime was over.

  “Okay,” she said breathlessly, sliding onto her knees in front of him before pulling his boxers down to the floor where he could step out of them. “Oh.”

  It was the reaction he’d hoped for. Now he watched from above as Willow looked up at him from her knees, eyes wide. “Put your hand on it,” he said firmly.

  Willow’s right hand came up and wrapped around his shaft, her touch warm and feminine in a way that he couldn’t describe any better. She didn’t wait for him to say anything else before she started to stroke him up and down in short motions. Aiden groaned as her tongue came out and licked up the underside of his head, warm, wet, and just firm enough to be felt, but not enough to be rough.

  His eyes closed momentarily, but he opened them soon enough, his arousal swelled by the sight of Willow in front of him, lavishing attention on his cock. It was such a visceral, dominant moment that it rose up inside of him, swelling over until he wanted nothing more than to return the favor.

  With a growl that filled the room he bent over, casually lifted Willow off the floor, and pushed her down onto the bed, mounting her as he covered her lips with his. They kissed with a franticness that wouldn’t have been believed a few minutes earlier. His hands ran up and down her body, leaving no part of it untouched, even as he undid buckles, bra, and buttons. None of it could be stripped without him moving, and it was with great reluctance that he eventually slipped back off the side of the bed.

  But that all died when her clothing joined his on the floor, although perhaps a bit more haphazardly scattered. Aiden stood back and admired the sight of her naked body on the bed in front of h
im. She was pleasantly thick, with curves and meat in all the right places. A little moon tattoo adorned her upper leg on one side. He smiled, never having pegged her as the type to get ink.

  “Come here,” she said, reaching up and grabbing his unshaven jaw, pulling him back down on top of her.

  He obliged, returning to kiss her some more while this time his hands ran all over her exposed skin, earning him the gratifying moans and gasps that drove him absolutely wild.

  It wasn’t long before he felt the desire for more, turning his kisses away from her face. Willow arched back under him as he kissed her neck and then onto the swells of her breasts. He gave them some attention, bringing the tips to a hardened state before moving down some more, even though his hands remained behind to gently tease her.

  By this point Willow was practically vibrating with need. Once he crossed below her waist and slipped between her legs, he thought she was going to explode on him. Which wouldn’t have been all that bad. He wanted to make her do just that.

  “Yesss,” she said, the word trailing off as Aiden kissed her inner thigh, bringing his legs down to wrap around her waist even as he slipped off the edge of the bed, giving himself a better angle.

  Now the fun was about to begin. Aiden had heard rumors that there were men out there who didn’t enjoy this part, and he thought them all equally crazy. As his tongue began to slide across her, his eyes fixated upon her face, watching the pleasure he was creating play across that.

  Willow smiled and bit her lower lip, eyes already closed shut as she writhed in time with his tongue. He loved to receive attention, and watching his cock disappear into her mouth had been a glorious sight indeed. But even that had a hard time comparing to the visual feast that was laid out before him as he brought Willow to climax with his tongue.

  She arched and shuddered, one hand gripping her hair as she buried her face in the bend of her elbow, the other finding its way to one breast, playing with it gently, touching herself. If he’d been hard before, the moans and cries of delight that his touch brought forth took it to another level.

  Aiden drank it all in, memorizing the way she gasped, the way her lips curved upward in a smile as he came closer and closer. Finally, he watched with intensity as she came, her body racked by spasms and muscle contractions as he ran his tongue back and forth until the final moment.

  At last she fell back into the bed, breathing hard and flushed from neck to damn near her belly button. His eyes widened as he saw that development. If Willow had been attractive before, now she was downright sexy.

  “Wow.”

  He grinned at the single word, wiping his face surreptitiously on his arm before starting to kiss his way back up to her.

  “I hope you’ve got enough in you to do that again before the night is over,” she said with a wink as he settled down gently on top of her.

  He spoke into her ear, letting his hot breath wash over her skin. “I think I can manage that. As long as you ask nicely.”

  Willow lifted her eyebrows suggestively. “I think I can figure out a way.”

  “I bet,” he chuckled.

  “How’s this for a start?” Her hand slipped between them, grasped his cock, and adjusted it until he felt himself slip inside of her, already several inches deep due to their closeness.

  Both of them gasped, for slightly different reasons.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, starting to pull out.

  Hands dug frantically at his back, stopping him. “No, don’t do that,” she whimpered. “Come back.”

  Unsure of how she was feeling he did as he was told, pushing his hips closer to her, burying the first third of his dick inside of her. Willow gasped and moaned, fingernails digging deep enough into his back to leave welts he was sure.

  “More,” she whispered into his ear. “Please.”

  “I like it when you ask nicely.” He started kissing and nipping at her neck , listening to every sound she made as he slid himself deeper into her, until he was pressed up firmly against her.

  Then Willow did something he hadn’t experienced before. She squeezed. He had no idea how else to explain it, but everything just tightened around him.

  “Holy shit,” he gasped, trying not to explode right then and there.

  “Did you enjoy that?” she purred into his ear, moving her hips up and down against him while he remained still. “Would you like me to do it again?”

  “Oh fuck yes,” he rumbled.

  She did.

  Aiden was forced to flex all the muscles of his core to ease the pressure on his cock, or else he would have lost all control. “Okay,” he gasped a second later as the crucial moment passed. “Wow.”

  Willow giggled, her green eyes dancing with wicked delight. Although Aiden enjoyed that look, he was ready to reestablish control. He did this the easiest way he knew how. He pulled his hips back until only the very tip of his cock was still inside of her. Then he thrust against her, filling her with one swift, smooth motion.

  She cried out and moaned, her mind suddenly focused elsewhere. Aiden kept it there as he thrust in and out regularly, picking up speed and establishing a rhythm.

  “Holy shit,” he said again, his eyes roaming all across her. “You are the sexiest. Just fucking staring at you makes me want to explode.”

  Willow blushed, though this time she made no attempt to cover up just how far down the redness extended. “Not yet,” she admonished, pushing him back off.

  He straightened his upper body, knees digging into the bed as she crawled out from under him. Her purpose for moving quickly became clear as she turned over and lifted her hips up off the bed, resting on all fours while she gave him an exposed view of her ass.

  “Oh,” he said, with a mixture of excitement, desire, and surprise. “Well, if you insist.” He shuffled up until he was at the right distance.

  Wrapping his hands around her waist, he gripped tightly and pulled her back, sliding his cock all the way in without hesitation. Willow bucked and trembled in his grip, but he held tight, preventing her from moving.

  “Fuck me,” she begged as he gave her big ass a firm slap. “Please! I want it.”

  Even if he’d been planning to tease her, there was no way Aiden could have resisted the sultry tones and the sheer need contained in her words. Without hesitation he started thrusting hard and fast. He reached forward with one hand and grabbed her honey-blonde hair, pulling on it just hard enough to lift her face from where she’d buried it in the sheets so that he could hear her cries unmuffled by the comforter.

  “Don’t forget your promise,” she gasped as he began to shudder, nearing his own explosion.

  “I haven’t,” he growled, withdrawing from Willow even as he felt himself reach the peak.

  He flipped her over with ease, moving up until he was straddling her stomach, one hand stroking his cock as he climaxed, spilling his seed all over her stomach and breasts, coating her with thick, hot liquid. Willow moaned and begged for it throughout, telling him how much she wanted it. It was so arousing, and he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in the moment.

  But he had a job to fulfill.

  Now, before it had even begun to cool, he slipped back between her legs, his tongue easily finding her clit and starting to work on it.

  Willow shuddered and started to moan loudly. He watched as she got so wrapped up in what he was doing she started to touch herself, rubbing his cum all into her tits.

  Blood rushed back into his cock at the sight of that, especially when she realized what was going on and didn’t stop. First one, then a second finger slipped inside her as he built up speed with his tongue. She was starting to shiver now, a surefire sign that she was close. Aiden never slowed, and a second later Willow grabbed her chest tightly and held on as her orgasm crashed over her.

  He didn’t slow until her entire body went limp and she started to gasp for air. Then and only then did he stop, propping himself up on one elbow and enjoying the glorious sight in front of him.r />
  “Like the view?” she murmured.

  “Like it?” He stood up straight, showing her that he was already hard again.

  She smiled. “Well, I’m glad I can turn you on.”

  “And how,” he agreed.

  “But I’m going to need a shower before I deal with that. So why don’t you come wash me down, get me clean, and then we can see about getting me dirty again, okay?”

  It was phrased as a question, but Aiden wasn’t born yesterday. He knew there was only one answer. He got up, helped her to her feet, and sent her on her way to the shower.

  “Are you coming?” she called over her shoulder, shaking her ass.

  “Yep, just doing one last thing,” he said.

  “What’s that?”

  The phone started up again.

  “I’m…too sexy for my shirt…too sexy for my shirt…”

  They eventually made it to the shower.

  Fourteen

  Willow

  The next morning she awoke to an empty bed.

  For a brief, splitting second she feared that Aiden had left before she awoke, leaving her alone without an explanation. But that died almost immediately as her brain continued to wake up, exiting its slumber and reminding her that that wasn’t, in fact, what had happened, and that she was needlessly creating drama where none existed.

  Aiden had told her as they’d settled down after their second shower that he’d have to leave once she was asleep. Willow had protested, but only halfheartedly. She knew why. If he was caught leaving her room, the both of them would be in for it from her father. Since neither wanted to risk that situation, they would have to continue seeing each other clandestinely for the time being.

  Willow hated sneaking around behind Stephen’s back, but in this he was being unreasonable. She knew that his initial command not to get closer with her had been given before Aiden had truly worked his way into the pack, but so far her father had yet to rescind the order.