The Dragon's Pursuit (Lochguard Highland Dragons Book 7)

by Jessie Donovan

  Moving his hand to between her thighs, she cried out when he stroked the material covering her swollen flesh. "Are you ready for me to eat that sweet pussy?"

  She whimpered, and all she could manage was a half-hearted, "Yes."

  He released her, shred her trousers and tossed the remnants to the floor. She lay completely naked before him.

  "Look at me, Layla."

  She tore her gaze away from the straining cock trapped in his trousers and sucked in a breath at his flashing eyes, full of heat and promise.

  While she'd seen the fun and determined side, he'd never truly let his wanting show through. Until now.

  And she could barely breathe.

  He continued, "Watch me as I taste what I've wanted for so long."

  She nodded, and he leaned down to kiss her belly, each of her thighs, before raising her hips and meeting her gaze again.

  His tongue stroked her entrance and she moaned. He continued to lap, lick, and thrust, careful to never touch her clit. She moved a hand to his head, digging in her nails and tugging his hair, wanting him to move upward to where she pounded with need.

  But he continued to torture her with licks and thrusts, making her body hotter, tighter, to the point she was afraid she'd shatter into a thousand pieces.

  He finally murmured something she couldn't hear against her before his tongue found her tight bud and licked it in a slow, steady rhythm. Her hips bucked, but he held them in place. When he increased the pressure of his tongue, she groaned, coming so close. It was as if the male knew exactly what she liked without asking.

  She gripped his hair harder, not wanting him to leave her.

  Not that Chase gave any sign he would. Never easing up his delicious torture, she arched her back and moaned as he increased the pressure and pace against her clit. The pressure finally built and she cried out his name as pleasured exploded, coursing through her body with each spasm of her inner muscles.

  Chase continued to lick and lap for a few more seconds before he kissed each of her inner thighs again, and then her lower belly. Laying his head on her abdomen, he took her hands in his and squeezed.

  The sight of him, disheveled with flushed cheeks, made her insides flip. She still didn't know how out of all the females inside the clan, Chase McFarland wanted her.

  Her dragon growled. Don't do that. We're worth it.

  Ignoring her beast, she focused back on the male laying on her. Somehow she found the courage to ask, "So? Was it as good as you thought?"

  He grinned slowly, contentment flashing in his eyes. "Better. I'll never tire of your taste, love. Never."

  Maybe some females would brush the comment off as hyperbole. But something about Chase's tone rang with truth.

  She'd never wanted a male inside her so much in her life.

  And in that moment, Layla decided to share a secret that doctors held dear, one that they couldn't usually share without facing some sort of penalty from the clan leaders.

  However, Chase was going to be her mate one day—yes, he'd more than proven he could handle staying out of the way when she needed to help someone in the surgery. And while she didn't have time for the mate-claim frenzy anytime soon, there was another way to share more of herself. A way that may encourage him to keep courting her instead of brushing her off with frustration if another attack, or epidemic, or other such event occurred, which would delay any sort of frenzy yet again.

  Gently taking one of her hands from his, she brushed his hair, his brow, and then his lips. "I want more than your mouth, Chase."

  He frowned. "Whilst most would call me an idiot for even mentioning this, didn't you say that you wanted to wait for the frenzy? As much as I'd love to kiss you and claim you right here and now, I think it's just the orgasm talking. You'll regret it instantly, love."

  She snorted. "You're so confident of your abilities, to the point they'd make me lose all rational thought with just one orgasm?"

  He growled, the vibration of his throat against her lower abdomen sending a fresh wave of heat through her body. She barely caught his next words. "Do I need to prove my skills to you again and again, until you are nothing but a pile of jelly on this bed?"

  Her dragon spoke up. Now that sounds like a perfect way to handle the morning.

  Not if we're to work later in the day.

  Layla motioned for him to come up to her, and he did, not hesitating to place a protective hand on the swell of her hip. As he strummed his rough thumb against her bare skin, she wanted to roll him onto his back and take him right then and there.

  He raised an eyebrow, reminding her that she wanted to tell him something. After cupping his cheek, she said, "There are a number of things dragon doctors and clan leaders know that others don't. Most secrets are kept for protection, or to prevent hasty decisions that could lead to a lifetime of misery."

  He searched her gaze. "Aye, I'm sure there are. But why are you telling me this?"

  She continued to stroke his face, loving his early morning stubble against her fingers. "Because I want to share one of them with you. Can you promise to keep it a secret?"

  His hand rubbed her hip. "Of course."

  She bit her lip for a second. She would tell him, aye, she would.

  But a tiny part of her was afraid. He could say no and then know there was always a way out for him, to realize she was too much to take on as a mate.

  And that frightened her. In a short amount of time, Chase had wormed his way into her life, showing her how lonely she'd been, and making her want him more than she'd wanted anything in a long time.

  Her dragon growled. He's waited two bloody years for us and has gone out of his way to prove he can support us as a doctor's mate. He won't tire of us.

  Chase leaned over to kiss her cheek, her jaw, her earlobe. "Tell me, love."

  Taking a deep breath, the words spilled from her lips. "Potential true mates can have sex without triggering the frenzy as long as neither one kisses the other on the lips."

  Chase's head shot back, his eyes wide as they met hers. "Say what?"

  She smiled. "It's true. The risk of pregnancy is still there, which is part of the reason we never tell anyone, or rather strongly allow everyone to believe sex can start a frenzy, just like a kiss."

  He frowned a little. "But wouldn't it be better for both parties to try it out beforehand?"

  She shrugged one shoulder. "Maybe, maybe not. For the most part, keeping the secret gives a pair of true mates the chance to know each other without merely wanting the physical. Not to mention most people aren't restrained enough to remember not to kiss during sex." She searched his gaze. "Would you be able to?"

  Chase didn't hesitate. "Aye, if I took you from behind. But is this what you want, lass? I can wait until things settle down a bit. Not because I don't want you, but because I want to prove to you that I want you as my mate, not merely as someone for a few tumbles in bed."

  She moved her fingers to trace his jaw. "I know you could wait. You've shown that many times—last night, over the last few days, and even for the two years when I had no clue about us being potential true mates. But…"

  Chase cupped her cheek and murmured, "But?"

  She smiled shyly. "I don't want to wait. Aye, the frenzy can wait, and I'm not sure I'm quite ready for that." She moved her hand down to his chest, stroking lower. "But I want you, Chase McFarland. Desperately."

  Her hand finally reached the hard outline of his erection punching against his trousers, and her mouth watered to see all of him.

  "Fuck, the look in your eyes, Layla. There's no male alive who could say no to that."

  She gently squeezed his cock and Chase groaned. "Then make your first claim, Chase, and show me how much better you are than what I've seen in my dreams over the last week."

  With a growl, he sat up, ripped off his clothes, and lightly stroked his cock. Layla's gaze watched the motion, licking her lips at how hard and long he was.

  With a groan, Chase release himself and
flipped her over onto her stomach. "I'm not going to last if you keep looking at me like that." He leaned down, kissed the nape of her neck, and added, "But I need to make sure you're ready for me, love. So it's time for some more torturing with my lips and tongue."

  And as he began said torture, Layla learned yet again how much patience her future mate truly had.

  Chase could hardly believe what Layla had told him. Not just that she wanted him, but that he could claim her with his cock and not set off the frenzy.

  His dragon growled. Don't think, just act.

  Layla was on her stomach before him, her lovely arse and hips wiggling in impatience.

  While he'd love nothing but to raise her hips, thrust into her, and make sure she knew he wasn't going to let her go after this, he somehow tamed the urge and placed his hands on her arse. Rubbing in slow circles, her skin warming under his touch, Layla arched her hips upward.

  He chuckled. "Not yet, love."

  Aye, he wanted to tease her a wee bit, but it'd been over two years since he'd last had sex, and Chase wasn't sure how long he'd last without the benefit of the frenzy.

  His dragon spoke up. Let me take control. I can last longer.

  The challenge thrown down, he replied, No fucking way. The first time is mine.

  His beast sat back, satisfaction in his gaze, knowing Chase would live up to the challenge now.

  Not wanting to waste more time with his beast and ignore the willing, naked female in front of him, Chase moved one hand down to between her thighs. As he lightly stroked her pussy, Layla arched even higher.

  He gently inserted his middle finger an inch, loving how drenched she was already—all for him—and then retreated. Her hips followed after him as she whimpered softly.

  It was still hard for him to believe Layla was naked and begging for his cock.

  He lazily fucked her pussy with his finger, soon adding a second one, and watched Layla's hips move in time with him. He lightly smacked her arse, and she grabbed the sheets with her fingers.

  It seemed his lass liked that.

  He smacked her again, increasing the pace of his fingers. When she was nearly dripping down his hand, he pulled back, and Layla cried out. "No, don't stop."

  Rubbing up her back until he reached her neck, he gently squeezed. "Do you want to come on my fingers or my cock?"

  She hesitated, and he leaned down to kiss her lower back. He murmured, "Don't ever hold back with me, Layla. I have two years’ worth of fantasies to play out, but I'm not a selfish bastard. Tell me what you want, and I'll do it. But you need to say what you want with words." He moved his lips further up her spine, kissing her along the way until his body curved over hers and he laid his chin on her shoulder. "Tell me which do you want—my fingers or my dick?"

  She whispered, "Your cock. Please, Chase, I need you inside me."

  If not for a lifetime of memories of how his mother's accidental pregnancy had doomed her to a life of misery, Chase probably would've risen back behind her and claimed her, over and over again, until they both shuddered in release, without another word.

  However, Chase found the strength to ask, "Do you have a condom?"

  "No, they've long expired. But you don't need to use one."

  His dick let out a drop of precum at the idea of coming inside Layla's warm pussy, her gripping and releasing him in a way no other male would ever feel again.

  But his voice was husky as he said, "I can pull out. Not a guarantee, but there's less risk."

  In answer, she pressed her arse back against his cock and wiggled. "If it happens, it happens. It will one day anyway. Claim me, Chase, and make me forget about anything but you inside me."

  With a growl, he nipped her shoulder and pressed his hard cock firmly against her arse. "Tell me again."

  "I want you, Chase. Don't make either of us wait any longer."

  He wished he could kiss her mouth, nipping and licking in slow strokes to show her how happy the words made him.

  But he couldn't. So Chase kissed his way down her spine, slowly caressing her sides as he did so. Once he was kneeling between her legs again, he raised her hips and lightly smacked her arse cheek. "Keep them up."

  Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed the head up and down her folds, pausing to gently smack her clit when he reached it, loving how he learned yet another kind of moan Layla made for him.

  He spread her legs even wider, doing his best not to drool at the sight of her swollen, wet pussy on display for him. Only for him.

  Placing his cock at her entrance, he pushed in an inch. "You're so tight, love. So tight."

  Sweat ran down his face as he entered inch by slow inch. It took everything he had not to come on the spot.

  No. His female deserved better.

  His dragon ordered, Last long enough for her to come, or I'll take control.

  With the threat renewed, Chase took a few deep breaths and thrust the remaining inches. Once he was fully inside her, he cursed. "You're so fucking tight, and wet, and perfect." He rubbed her shoulders. "I never want to leave."

  Layla's forehead was pressed against the mattress. "Bloody hell, Chase, you're so big."

  Male satisfaction coursed through him. Reaching around to her front, he gently plucked one of her nipples before moving to the tight bud between her thighs. As he applied pressure and stroked, Layla gripped the sheets tighter. He murmured, "And I can't wait to see your sweet lips around my dick one day."

  She gripped her inner muscles and he hissed a breath. Layla said, "Torture me and I torture you."

  He couldn't wait for when he could claim her face-to-face and watch her flush as she said such things. "Then it's time for some pleasure."

  Chase pulled back and thrust slowly at first, increasing his pace as he went, careful to keep the rhythm of his fingers on her clit to match.

  He did his best to rub her back, her arse, anywhere he could touch with his other hand. "Just remember, as soon as I can, I will be torturing your mouth at the same time as I claim your pussy."

  "Chase, damn, I can't wait."

  Her words snapped something inside him and Chase moved faster, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room as he lost all rational thought but the need to fill Layla and claim her as his own. Maybe not with a frenzy or an official mating ceremony just yet, but right here, right now, was just as important.

  Not just because she was beautiful or clever or kind. This was the beginning of their future, the one he'd wanted for so long.

  As he continued in long strokes, Layla's breathing quickened as he felt the pressure building at his base. Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to hold back. He couldn't come before her, not now.

  Layla cried out, her core gripping and releasing him. The bloody wonderful pressure sent him over the edge. Chase stilled as he spilled inside her, claiming her with his seed.

  After the longest orgasm of his life, he leaned over Layla, wrapped his arms around her middle, and maneuvered them on the bed, both of them on their sides.

  He remained that way, his ear against her shoulder, as he tried to catch his breath.

  Thinking of Layla's earlier words, about why no one revealed how potential true mates could have sex without kissing, made him chuckle.

  She leaned even more into him and murmured, "What's so funny?"

  One of his hands lazily roamed up her abdomen until he could play with her nipple, running his forefinger back and forth against the still hard peak. "Just that I can see why you don't tell people about the sex between true mates thing. That was bloody amazing, and if I hadn't spent two years learning patience, it might make me do something rash right now."

  It was a sign of her trust in him that she snorted and didn't try to move away. "Aye, according to old, barely legible records, it caused quite the problem centuries ago. Something about destroying alliances, and turning one Scottish clan against the other, back when Scotland had more than one dragon clan."

  Lifting his head, he kissed her shoul
der and murmured, "I will never tell a soul, I promise. Although since we know, maybe we can exploit the information a few more times?"

  His suggestion could be taken as serious or flippant—he left it up to her.

  Then she squeezed her inner muscles around his semihard dick, and blood rushed south again. "Only if I can ride you this time. I'll face away, but I want to feel you even deeper inside me."

  With a groan, he maneuvered so they sat, Layla still on his now steel-hardened cock. "This is one of my fantasies, lass. For you to ride me, try to break me, and all the while I drive you crazy until you're the one falling apart in my arms."

  She wiggled a wee bit. "Then I suppose I should get started."

  And as Layla tortured him far worse than he did her, he had to bite her shoulder as he came to keep from turning her face and letting her know how much he already loved her with his mouth.

  Chapter Twelve

  Awhile later, as Layla lay with her head on Chase's chest, his heartbeat under her ear, she lightly played with the patch of dark blond hair on his chest and selfishly wished she could stay like this all day.

  Aye, she wouldn't deny she craved more sex with him. But it was more than that. Layla was an intensely private person, mostly out of necessity because of her profession. And to be encircled in the arms of a male she trusted, one whom she could confide anything and was coming to care for, was almost unthinkable.

  So much so that she feared it was a dream. One she'd wake from and wonder how she could easily forget it and return to her old way of doing things, where she attempted to do everything herself and forgot about anything she wanted.

  For so many years, she'd lived without truly living. Layla didn't want to go back to that.

  Her dragon spoke up in a sleepy voice. Stop worrying. The slight soreness between our thighs is proof Chase and everything that goes with him is real. Stop pretending we can't have nice things and a happy future like so many others.

  Others had fought for the right to that kind of future, like her sister had done.

  Guilt instantly filled her body. Here she was, in a post-orgasmic haze, and her sister was stuck in a hospital room. She'd spent more than half an hour for herself. Layla should've dressed and tried to find out more about Yasmin's condition already.