Warrick's Hope (The Dragon Ruby Series Book 4)

by Leilani Love

  “That sounds great,” he said giving her a smile. “I’m starving.”

  Hope smiled and turned to walk down the stairs, leaving him to follow. As she walked, his eyes caressed her from behind. The pants she wore clung to her, cupping her ass in a way that made his mouth water and his hands itch to touch her.

  Once downstairs he noticed that she had moved the small table next to the little nook so they could sit on the bench chair in the window. Two candles were lit and he noticed that there were two glasses of red wine along with plates.

  “Viktor recommended this steak place. I hope you don’t mind,” Hope said looking at him over her shoulder.

  “It smells delicious,” Warrick said as he followed her.

  The two of them took a seat on the padded bench and he smiled. The setting was cozy and he was touched by her effort. For the first few minutes they were quiet as they ate. He watched her out of the corner of his eye. There was just enough light coming in from the window that it caused her honey blonde hair to shimmer. He could smell her nervousness despite her best effort to hide it.

  “So did you guys find something to wear for Violca’s dinner?” Warrick asked, hoping to break the tension.

  When Hope didn’t answer right away he turned to look at her. Hope wasn’t looking at him and he couldn’t help but notice the slight flush on her cheeks. “We did,” she finally replied and he wondered what the three of them had done that made her blush so.

  After a few minutes of silence Hope asked him about his day. When he told her about the two kids he caught playing in the paint she smiled. They talked about the families that had recently moved into their homes. All the families should be in their homes before the end of the year. Hope told him that Kassandra had mentioned a Christmas party to celebrate with both the dragons and the wolves. Warrick’s parents would have loved to see the groups getting along so well. All it took was one mating between one of their alphas and one of the personal guards for for things to change. Who would have guessed?

  When dinner was finished, he helped her clear the table. As he started to do the dishes he felt her hand on his stopping him.

  “I would like to show you what I bought,” Hope said, her eyes averted.

  Warrick nodded, his mouth going dry as she took his hand in hers and led him up the stairs. Her heeled boots clicked on each floorboard and his eyes trailed down her body. If she bought more clothes like these pants he would need to find something else for her to wear. No way was he going to let others enjoy this view.

  When they got to Hope’s room she paused and gave him a look. There was a moment of indecision before she pulled him through the door. He hadn’t been in her room before. In the center was a big cherry oak four-poster bed. Hope grabbed the single pink bag that was in the center of the bed before walking into her bathroom and closing the door.

  Warrick began to look around. The bed was big, bigger than the one in his room, which she had ended up in more often than not. His nightmares kept them both from having a good night’s sleep. Despite the first night, when he’d scared her, Hope was brave enough to come into his room every time she heard him having a nightmare. She took the risk, and nothing like that had ever happened again. Instead every morning he woke up kissing her, caressing her skin as he dreamt of a life where nothing stood between them.

  Warrick could hear the doorknob turn. As she stepped out, his breath caught. Hope was wearing a small red satin and lace nightdress. The lace was strategically placed, running from under one perfect breast, across her midriff, ending at a partially exposed thigh. His eyes roamed her body. Her long curvy legs were almost completely exposed, the outfit barely long enough to cover the parts of her he longed to see.

  As he looked up her body he noticed how her blonde hair brushed the top of the curve of her breasts. His eyes continued up noticing that the red of her lipstick matched the tight nightgown that he so badly wanted to rip from her body. He saw her teeth gently bite her lower lip before he looked up into her eyes. Her pupils were so dilated they almost looked black. She didn’t meet his gaze, instead he noticed her eyes shift around the room. For the first time he could see how she stood perfectly still, holding her breath as if she was waiting for him to say something.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he took a step toward her.

  Warrick watched as Hope let out a breath before meeting his eyes. He wasn’t sure what to expect next when she finally spoke, her voice so quiet it was barely a whisper. “I think you should sleep here tonight, in our bed.”

  The words our bed echoed in his head. Taking the last step toward her, he cupped her cheek forcing her to look at him. Every reason why he should stay away from her meant nothing if he was hurting her. She stood before him like a goddess, all he could see was the vulnerable look in her eyes, and he knew that he was the one who had put it there. “Are you sure?”

  Hope’s lip curved in a small smile as she leaned into him. He felt her hand slide up his chest and wrap around the back of his neck. As she pulled him down she whispered the one word that was his complete undoing, “Please.”

  10

  Hope felt his body stiffen a moment before his mouth finally came down and joined hers. Warrick’s thumb stroked her cheek as his hand held in her place. He tilted her head up for better access as his tongue slid into her mouth. This kiss was different from the others, and not just because it started when he was awake. No, this one had the promise of everything she had been dreaming about for the past few years.

  When he broke the kiss, she whimpered, trying to pull his head back down to her. When she finally opened her eyes she saw he was breathing as hard as she was. Warrick released her and she felt him turn his body as he reached behind her and turned off the light in the bathroom.

  His body shifted and she let out a surprised yelp as he grabbed her under the knees and lifted her off the ground with ease. His chest rumbled under hers as he carried her to the bed.

  “Are you scared, Hope?” he asked, his breath on her ear causing her to shudder.

  “No,” she whispered as she turned to look at him. “I know you’d never do anything to hurt me.”

  Warrick paused and for a moment she thought she might have gone too far when he suddenly brushed his lips against hers. He lowered her slowly to the bed placing her close to the middle. She felt the bed dip as he stretched out next to her. She felt his hand slowly slide up and down her arm until they laced with her fingers. “As beautiful as this is on you, I do hope this isn’t what you decided to wear to tomorrow’s dinner.”

  A giggle escaped her as she teased, “I bought a black one just like this, thinking it would look more formal for dinner.”

  She heard his mock growl as he leaned down, his breath feathering her lip. “If that’s the case I’m afraid we’ll be cancelling our plans to go out tomorrow.”

  With that, he kissed her. Soft and sweet, her body arched up to his as he leaned partially over her. She slid her leg up his and while feeling the material of his jeans against her she realized how naked she was compared to him.

  Hope released his hand, while still kissing him and slid hers up his arm and into his hair. So involved in the kiss she didn’t realize where his hand was until she felt it slide up her thigh to her hip. When he broke the kiss she whimpered and he smiled as he nibbled on her lips. “There were times when I’d dream about you. Imagine how soft your skin would be under my fingers.” Hope gasped as his fingers slowly traced patterns on her hip. “Your skin feels better than I’d ever imagined.”

  His words made her blush as her hips arched under his touch. Hope felt his mouth curl in a smile against her skin as her body reacted to his. Warrick’s lips slid to her ear where he nibbled, causing her to shudder. “I feel like you’re over dressed,” she whispered glad the lights were off.

  Warrick pulled back looking at her and she felt the bed shift as he got up. The room was too dark to see much and she watched him pull his shirt off and toss it to the chair on
the side of the room. As he undid his pants her breath caught. The zipper was so loud in the quiet room. When he pushed down his jeans she found herself disappointed that his boxers had stayed on.

  Warrick stood next to the bed, the light from outside shining down on him, and she worried that he had changed his mind and was about to walk out and leave her here alone and needy. When he finally joined her back in the bed she had to bite her cheek to stop herself from saying thank you out loud.

  Hope smiled at him as she reached up and brought his face back to hers. “I used to dream about you too.”

  When he paused she brushed her lips against his. “I would wake up, my body aching for you and I was so mad you weren’t with me.”

  “I’m here now,” Warrick whispered. She smiled against his lips in response as she pulled him closer, kissing him deep.

  The two kissed until she was breathless, his hands lightly roaming her body. Skimming over the parts of her body that wanted more contact. Hope, feeling restless, released his head and slid her hands down his chest. When she reached a nipple she flicked it with her nail. His sharp inhale made her giggle and break the kiss. Her other hand did it to the other nipple to see if he would react the same. Hope almost giggled again but instead a moan escaped her as he reached up to squeeze her breast in return.

  “I wonder if you…,” he started to ask as he flicked her nipple just like she did his. Her back arched up off the bed as she gasped in pleasure.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered as his lips traveled down her neck to her chest. She felt him cover her breast with his mouth for the first time over the thin silky material. With her hands pressed between their two bodies, they curved slightly as she felt him suck.

  The material felt wet when he pulled back. She moaned, pulling his hair only to sigh when his mouth firmly closed on the second one, treating it to the same delicious torment he had the first. Each wonderful flick and suck caused her stomach muscles to quiver and that spot between her legs to feel empty.

  “Warrick,” she whispered. Hope could hear the need in her own voice.

  She wished she had some experience in this area. She ran her hand down his chest, her fingers playing across his lower stomach. When she tentatively traced it with her fingers she felt him stiffen. His hand left her breast and covered her hands before pulling them up and over her head. He shifted and settled between her thighs, still holding her hands over her head. “I want to touch you,” she whispered.

  His breath was coming in short little pants as he put his forehead against hers. “Stay still,” he growled as he looked down at her. Warrick didn’t move, just watched her. When she nodded, he released her hands and slid his lips along her jaw. He kissed his way down her neck causing her to arch her back up against him. His hands brushed her breast and this time her hips came up off the bed bumping against his cock, causing him to hiss.

  His hand slid up her thigh pushing the nightgown up with it. When he got to the top he pulled it up and over and her head. He paused, looking her over. Even in the dark she knew he could see her. Warrick was a wolf and if he wanted to see her with the little light coming in through the windows she knew his wolf would have no problem. “Stunning,” he whispered.

  Hope blushed then turned her head and she felt him nuzzle the side of her neck. His hands low on her belly just above the thin material of the pretty red lace underwear that came with the nightgown. They were modest with hints of lace leading to where the satin material just barely covered her. “You still have a chance to say no Hope, before we go too far.”

  Hope looked up at him and cupped his cheek. She felt him tense when she touched his scar. “I need you Warrick. Please don’t stop.”

  There was a long pause and for the first time that night she called upon her wolf to help her see him better. His thoughts were on display for her to see. Warrick was battling his own demons. He almost looked defeated and she thought about taking her words back when he finally nodded.

  Warrick bent down and kissed her gently this time. This kiss was soft, light, as his hands skimmed her body. When she felt his hand on her hips she rolled them encouraging him to touch her. There was an ache, an emptiness inside her.

  His lips trailed down the side of her jaw going lower. For the first time his fingers skimmed on the satin covering her between her thighs. A whimper escaped her and she felt her hips move on their own trying to deepen the contact. She had spent many nights touching herself, dreaming of this moment. When his fingers finally slid under the material she felt them slide along her wet fold.

  Not sure how to ask him for what she wanted, she spread her thighs wider as her hips bucked under his fingers. His ragged breathing the only thing letting her know he was as affected as she was. His long thick finger slid inside her and she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets.

  “Did I hurt you?” Warrick asked. His voice sounded strained as she felt his finger unmoving, buried inside of her.

  “No,” she whispered realizing he was as new to this as she was. She rolled her hips up encouraging him.

  Warrick looked down at her and she could see him studying her face as he slowly moved his finger, pulling out before slowly pushing back. A moan of pleasure escaped her but she wanted more. When he slid in a second finger her hands went to his shoulders and she gripped him tight.

  Hope was aware of him watching her, as if he was studying her reaction to every touch. He continued his delicious slow torment on her body until her hips were moving on their own. He dipped his head and began to kiss along her jaw, up to her ear, biting gently. Turning her head, she captured his lips with a kiss. Pouring her desire into the kiss she sucked on his tongue. He growled in response and she moaned.

  Unable to hold back anymore, she broke the kiss. “Warrick… I need you please.”

  He moved his finger and she felt the bed shift as he removed his boxers. Settling between her thighs she felt his cock slide between her wet folds and her hips cradled him. Every time he shifted his hip she moaned before he finally reached down and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance.

  Hope looked him in the eye. The light gleam let her know he was looking at her through his wolf eyes and she tilted her head in an act of submission, offering him her neck. “Now…Warrick.”

  He thrust in hard. Entering her in one quick move and this time she cried out in pain. Her body protesting for a moment from the invasion. Warrick tensed, not moving and she heard him whisper, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  Her body shifted as he held perfectly still above her. Hope moved again and this time she felt pleasure from his slight movement in her body. “It’s better now,” she whispered.

  When he didn’t move, Hope looked up at him to see the strain on his face as he held still. Shifting her hips again she heard his slight moan as a curious feeling of pleasure hit her. She repeated the move, this time a moan of her own escaped as she slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders.

  “Hope, oh gods,” Warrick gritted between his teeth as he started to move. Her head rested on his shoulder as she ran her hands down his back and her hips moved up on their own to meet every wonderful thrust.

  “Warrick, my Warrick,” she whispered.

  She could feel that he was holding back and that thought annoyed her. When her hands slid to his ass she gripped him tighter, begging him to move a little faster. His grunt was the only sound he made before she felt him pick up speed.

  She kissed and bit along his shoulder. When he hit a particular spot inside her, she gasped. Warrick slowed his movement and Hope was so close to experiencing what she had always heard about, got mad, turning her head and biting his neck. Hard. Breaking the skin.

  With a growl his hips started pounding into her harder, more forceful and wickedly delightful. When the metallic taste of his blood hit her tongue, she moaned and felt him shift as he bit the base of her neck, his teeth sinking into her. The pleasure pain was too much for her and she screamed as she felt her entire b
ody tighten and go over.

  Lost in her own bliss she barely heard his muffled growl. The sudden flood of heat in her core and the frantic movement of his hips meeting hers let her know he was experiencing the same pleasure.

  Slowly Hope became aware of her body starting to come down. The small tremors of her stomach muscles and the little quivering she felt around him when he twitched deep inside her would have embarrassed her if she wasn’t feeling so good.

  As she released his neck she gave in to the urge and licked him. When his cock kicked hard inside her she grinned and slowly ran her tongue up his neck. Warrick slowly released her neck and did the same to her. She realized that his mark was going to be in the middle of the neck, she’d bitten him hard and they would all know she was lost in her pleasure when he received it. For some odd reason that thought made her smile as she licked him one more time, a low moan escaping her as she felt him repeating her action.

  11

  Warrick moaned as he copied her actions and licked the base of her neck where he’d bitten. Hope’s moan made his cock kick hard inside and when he moved he felt her wince softly. Feeling bad for hurting her he pulled out and was surprised when he felt her lips frown against his neck. “Your body needs to rest.”

  As he pulled back to look down at her he instantly missed the feel of her lips against his skin. A small smile playing on her lips made him feel a swell of pride. He was the reason she currently had that dazed look on her face. “I’ll be right back,” he said getting up to go the bathroom. Finding a washcloth, he got it wet to clean himself up. The tiny bit of blood on his cock reminded him that he had hurt her. Quickly cleaning himself, he grabbed a clean cloth and wet it. Bringing it to the bed he quickly cleaned her up as well.

  There was a small wince as he started to clean her up and he felt like she might pull away so he put his hand on her hip. “Let me,” he simply stated and she nodded. Once she was clean he put away the used cloth before climbing back into bed with her.