“Mine,” she whispered, settling her head on his shoulder.
Deep inside, his dragon flexed and stirred again. A prickling heat crept over his body. His heart raced a little faster.
“This is nice,” he mumbled.
“It is.” She wriggled closer to him. “Not at all what I’d expected.”
“Me either. Although the urge to…y’know…is getting closer and more powerful.”
She laughed. “Hell yeah. If we weren’t in this car…”
He swallowed, even as a thick pressure pulsed through his groin.
How much longer? How long had it been?
“Your turn,” he said, chest tight. “You mentioned you moved to Sydney. From where? When?”
“Perth. A few weeks ago.”
He laughed. “I didn’t give you a lot of time to hang out here un-mate—” He flicked Archie a quick glance. Still humming along to the music on the radio. Good lad. “Unattached before changing everything in your life, did I?”
“Fate has a strange sense of humor,” she replied with a small shrug. “But I’ve got to admit, at the moment, I’m not as angry as I thought I would be.”
The pressure in his groin grew hotter. His chest tightened more. “So, any reason you were…are determined to resist the…”
…mating fire…
“…thing that happens?” he asked. He didn’t think their driver was paying them any attention, but still.
“My parents. They hated each other. Seriously hated each other. But wouldn’t leave each other alone because of the…” She slid a look at Archie and leaned a little closer to Kellan, hand hovering over her mouth. “…destiny thing.”
With another glance at Archie, she let out a sigh and settle back in her seat again. “It was the most toxic, unhealthy relationship, and I hated being a part of it. I grew up thinking if it happened to them, why wouldn’t it happen to me? There was no way I wanted it happening to me, so I decided to refuse to let it. I’m a bit of a control freak, in case you haven’t worked that out yet.”
He laughed. “I like your honesty. And I’m more than happy for you to control what we do when we—”
“Here.” The car drew to a halt, and Archie twisted behind the wheel to look at them. “Sorry that took a while. The traffic sucks at this time of the morning. Gotta say,” he said with a smirk, “I’m a little disappointed. I was kinda expecting a full-on…y’know…” He wriggled his eyebrows and smirked some more. “What with the way you started the trip.”
Reece gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”
He waved a hand. “Nah, it’s alright. I guarantee something exciting will happen today.” He slid his grin to Kellan. “For all of us.”
“You’re probably right.” Kellan offered his own grin and extended his right hand. “Thanks, mate. Five stars coming your way.”
Archie completed the handshake, smiled at Reece, and then winked at Kellan. “Have fun.”
Reece burst out laughing and climbed out of the car.
Kellan followed, closing the door behind him.
“See you soon,” Archie said.
Frowning, Kellan bent to correct him through the open front passenger window, but with a gun of the engine, the Uber took off.
“It seems we’re not the only one in a hurry,” Reece said, taking Kellan’s hand in hers.
Kellan snorted. “Seems not.” He ran a slow gaze over the large concrete-walled building on the other side of the sidewalk. “Tyson has a strange definition of the word ‘house.’”
At least big enough to accommodate a small plane, the windowless structure was surrounded by wattle and eucalyptus trees.
“Looks cozy.” Reece squeezed his hand. “Do you think we’ll find candles in there?”
He slid her a smile. “Blue fire, here we come.”
She sniggered. “You said come.”
He grinned. “God, I love you.”
She froze for a second. And then pulled him to her with a savage yank and captured his mouth with hers.
Somehow, she wasn’t exactly sure how, they found themselves at the door of the safe house.
Had they kissed their way there?
Possibly. Her lips throbbed from Kellan’s moving over hers with a brutal hunger she felt in her very soul.
Her body ached from need. Her skin burned with lust.
Breath ragged, she leaned against the cold concrete wall, nipples so tight they were points of agony, and watched Kellan key in the security code to the safe house’s big metal door.
“Hurry the fuck up,” he muttered, his stare locked on the little red light of the keypad.
If she weren’t so desperate to feel his body moving with hers, to feel his hands, his mouth on her breasts, her hips, between her thighs…she’d rib him about being impatient.
But she was desperate. And not because of the mating fire.
She wanted him. Because he was gorgeous and adorable and sweet and had shared with her a story that didn’t paint him as a powerful alpha dragon, but rather a human with feelings and failings and holy fuck, could the door just hurry the hell up and open already? Seriously, how long did a lock take to disen—
The red light switched to green and a low, electronic buzz cut the air.
“Thank fuck,” Kellan burst out on a breath. He pushed open the door and slid her a look. “Let’s—”
She threw herself at him, crushing his mouth with a kiss, fisting her hands in his hair.
He groaned, hauled her to his bare chest, and grabbed her arse cheeks.
Yes. Oh God, yes.
They stumbled and lurched over the threshold, into the safe house, tongues battling, hands kneading and tugging at clothes and going everywhere hands could.
The solid clunk of the thick door swinging shut registered in her mind for a brief second, and then all the only thing that registered was Kellan’s hand up under her shirt—his shirt—cupping her right breast, squeezing it.
Oh yeah…
His feverish thought washed over her, bringing with it a wave of concentrated pleasure and desire.
Hell yeah…
Her own thought burned through her, and she rolled her hips, craving even more. It wasn’t enough, Kellan’s hand on her breast. She wanted his mouth. She wanted him sucking her tit and biting her nipple.
He tore his mouth from hers and her breath caught at the blazing silver of his eyes. “Gladly,” he growled, before snaring the front of the shirt in two fists and tearing it apart.
The safe house’s cool air kissed her bare skin a heartbeat before he scooped up her left breast in a strong, rough hand and sealed his lips around its nipple.
“Yes,” she cried out, the savage sucking sensation on her flesh detonating an explosion of pleasure inside her core. She bucked, arching in his arms as he flattened one hand to her back and held the heavy swell of her breast exactly where he wanted it.
A shudder raced through her and she moaned, skin prickling, breath shallow.
He sucked on her nipple, nipped it between his teeth, and sucked on it again.
Her head swam as an inferno of pleasure consumed her. Her knees gave out and, with a growl, he scooped her up, his glowing silver eyes scanning the area around them. “Let’s find somewhere more comfortable and horizontal to continue this.”
A laugh fell from her, even as her pussy contracted at the way his jaw bunched and his nostrils flared.
Another wave of raw lust crashed over her, and her breath caught as she tasted Kellan’s need in it. “Hurry,” she ordered. “I can’t—”
He moved, the inside of the safe house blurring as he traveled with inhuman speed across the floor.
She squealed with delight, the sound dissolving into a moan of anticipation when he lowered her to a large leather sofa and kneeled on the floor between her spread legs.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” he said, brushing the backs of his knuckles over her cheek before skimming his hands down over her breasts. Her nipples tightened at his soft touch and she groa
ned, eyes closing.
“Hurry,” she said again. “Kellan, please—”
His mouth closed over her left nipple.
“Oh yes,” she exhaled, grabbing a fistful of his hair.
He suckled and nipped and feasted on her breasts for long, giddy moments, flooding her core with molten urgency, and then moved his mouth lower.
Down over the plane of her hitching stomach, to her navel, and lower still.
Holy fuck.
His tongue stroked over the tiny hood nestling her clit, and she slammed her hips upward, ramming her sex to his mouth.
He chuckled against her flesh, his hands smoothing along her inner thighs until his thumbs parted her folds and he licked her newly revealed clit.
And licked. And licked.
And licked.
“H-holy ffffff….” Pleasure destroyed the word. She bucked against his mouth, clawing at his scalp, the edge of the sofa, the backrest…
He licked at her, over and over, his tongue adoring her clit as his thumb inched deep inside her sex, seeking out her warmth and wetness.
…tastes…perfection…want her…
His thoughts burned through her mind, tangled with her own need and desire. Propelled her closer to eruption.
Shaking all over, she planted her feet on his shoulders and spread her legs wider. Granting his thumb, his tongue, more of her.
He lashed at her clit, and then it wasn’t his thumb inside her but his fingers, scissoring and stroking and driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“Kellan…” she rasped. “I’m…I’m going to…come soon…”
Her skin prickled. Her heart raced. Her dragon roared, hungry for the force of their union.
“Kellan…” She bucked against his lashing tongue, one hand in his hair, the other in her own. “I want…I want…”
She wanted him inside her. Not his tongue or thumb, but him. She wanted their souls and bodies and croi to join.
And yet, she wanted to come all over his face as well. Wanted to ride this wave, giving herself over completely to the mastery of his mouth.
“I’m going to c-come soon,” she groaned, the base of her spine tingling. So close. So close.
He lifted his head a little and gazed up her body, eyes utterly inhuman, ablaze with silver fire.
“Let me taste you, gorgeous,” he said, voice barely a breath. He rolled his thumb over her clit, and she whimpered, the touch different to his tongue but just as incredible. “Let me make you come all over my face first, and then I’ll bury myself to the balls in your exquisite pussy and make you burn blue fire.”
Oh God…
The plea and dominance in his voice undid her. A savage trembled racked her body, her dragon roared deep within her. Her core contracted. “Kellan…”
“I promise,” he whispered, returning his head to between her thighs. “I promise.”
His hot breath fanned her wet sex, and then he nipped her clit, sucked it, and flicked it with the tip of his tongue.
“Holy fuck!” she cried, as her orgasm shattered her restraint.
He growled with approval, the primal sound vibrating through her sex, into her body, her soul. He lapped at her release, tongue wild, hands holding her thighs wide.
She bucked into his mouth, his name bursting from her with every squeezing pulse of her climax.
…my Fire Mate…my soul…my woman…
His thoughts washed through her, waves of warmth and pleasure and burning desire.
“My Fire Mate…” she moaned in returned, lifting her hips and spreading her thighs wider. “I’m yours…”
She was. As he was hers. The mating fire had taken them both, and he’d shown her what it would bring and holy fuck, it was incredible, and why on earth had she wanted to resist this when it was so perfect and right?
He continued to lick at her clit, his tongue growing faster, wilder.
More…need to taste more…
He plunged two fingers inside her as his feverish thought filled her head. Wriggled them together against her inner walls. Stroked her G-spot.
Her world shattered again, her second orgasm more powerful than the first.
Yes… His tongue lapped and flicked. His fingers stroked and thrust.
And then, as her breath fell from her in shallow, rapid pants, as her skin prickled and her dragon roared, he lifted his head. “I need to be inside you, Reece. I need—”
The safe house’s door slammed shut.
Reece squealed.
Kellan jolted to his feet, fists balled, spinning to stare at the man settling himself against the closed door several feet away.
“Archie? How the fuck did you get in here?”
Scrambling with her torn shirt, Reece leapt to her own feet and gaped at their Uber driver.
“Slipped a small steel chock into the door before it closed.” Archie smirked, first at Kellan, then her, and back to Kellan. “You should really have checked before you started…y’know, doing the nasty. But I guess, you were both busy, and it did kinda sound like the door was closing. Sorry for the interruption, by the way.”
Kellan’s snarl filled the space. His shoulders bunched. His whole body seemed to turn to granite. “Get the fuck out.”
The young man crossed his ankles, smirk stretching wider, and raised his eyebrows. “And miss this show? Yeah, nah, don’t think so.”
“Get out.” Kellan took a step toward him. The air seemed to crackle, as if the very particles burned. “Or I’ll make you get out.”
Hands tucked behind his back, Archie wriggled his shoulder blades against the door. “Nah, I’m good.” He flicked a look around the safe house’s interior. “This is actually perfect.” He directed his smirk back at Kellan and planted his feet flat on the floor. “Besides, I can’t be bothered waiting any longer.”
“Okay, I’m done being nice,” Kellan snarled, striding toward him.
“Stop,” Archie shoved himself from off the door with a grin and whipped a small, loaded crossbow from behind his back. “Or I’ll, y’know, shoot.”
Reece’s blood roared in her ear. Her dragon shrieked.
Kellan froze. “You’re serious? You’re an Extraho Venator?”
Reece’s heart slammed into her throat.
Oh no.
Extraho Venator. Dragon hunter.
Archie beamed, leveling the weapon straight at Kellan’s chest. “You like it?” He moved the pistol-sized steel and wooden crossbow a fraction higher—aiming it at Kellan’s neck. “Small, easy to carry around, but still very effective. Powerful enough to pierce muscle, bone,” he arched an eyebrow, lips stretching into a smug smirk, “scales. Been in my family for centuries.”
“You’re a dragon hunter?” Reece’s stomach rolled. Her voice fell from her, tight and somehow strangled and yet still bouncing around the safe house’s large interior.
In her entire existence, she’d never encountered a member of the secretive guild that hunted dragon shifters for sport. She knew of them, knew they existed in every country. She knew of dragon shifters who had faced them. The ones who’d lived to talk about it. Others had not.
She also knew, like most dragon shifters, Extraho Venators preferred to kill when their target was in dragon form.
They were callous and cruel. Brutal. Tenacious. Once they had a target, they didn’t stop until their target was dead—or they were killed themselves.
Archie dipped his head in a minute nod, his stare never leaving Kellan. “Born and raised, bitch. One of your kind killed my uncle ten years ago, and while he was a mean cunt of a man, he still didn’t deserve to be burned alive. So as you can imagine, I’ve been waiting ever since for payback. And here it is. Sweet, ’eh?”
“I didn’t think Extraho Venator started hunting until their balls dropped,” Kellan said.
Ice ran through Reece’s blood at the menace in his voice. Did Archie realize how much danger he was in?
Did Kellan?
Archie snorted, pressed one hand
to his chest, and then narrowed his eyes. “Ouch.”
Kellan chuckled, the sound mirthless.
Archie narrowed his eyes. “Oh, I fucking hope you turn first, big boy. I’ll enjoy the fuck out of shooting you. Now do me a favor and shift, will you, so we can get this over with. I’ve got some bragging to do, and I can’t wait. A double kill like this? I’m going to dine out on it for years.”
Reece’s stomach lurched.
“What makes you think she’s a dragon shifter as well?” The menace hadn’t left Kellan’s voice.
“Extraho Venator born and raised, remember? I know a fire-breathing freak when I see one.” Archie flicked a look over Reece. His grip on the crossbow didn’t waver. “Couldn’t believe you actually put her in my car. Thanks for that, by the way. Then you two got all hot and heavy in the back—hot, get it? Hot—and her eyes started to glow green. Double-bunger time.”
“Not very sporting like.” Kellan tsked calmly. “But then, you Extraho Venators aren’t exactly known for your high ethics or morals, are you?”
“Fuck you very much.” Archie spat, the thick wad of spittle landing on the floor in front of Kellan. “And fuck the other Venators as well. They think they’re better than us. Fuck them.”
“Why do you think we will?” Reece called from beside the sofa. Her torn shirt hung loose on her shoulders, but she’d be damned if she’d cross her arms over her half-exposed breasts. Be damned if she’d let Archie think she was scared. Screw that for a joke. “Change, I mean.”
Archie didn’t even flick her a look. Clearly he’d identified Kellan as the bigger risk and wasn’t going to take his focus from him.
If she charged the Extraho Venator, would he try to shoot her? Instead of Kellan?
“You’re both in heat,” he sneered. “That disgusting thingy you lot call the mating fuckfest or something. I know what happens if you can’t fuck before time runs out. One or both of you will transform into your dragon form. When that happens, you die. Both of you. And then boom! I win the kewpie doll for the best kill of the year. A double-bunger. Or should that be double-banger? No, that’s not right. Neither of you are going to get to bang today. Sorry. Talk about a mood-killer, eh?”
“Hey gorgeous?” Kellan threw over his shoulder at her, as if chatting about the weather. “Remind me when this is over, I have to give Archie here a one-star review on his Uber profile.”
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