by Milly Taiden
The kiss went deeper and his dragon urged him to get closer, to do more. The lust in his veins was shared by the animal. They both wanted her. He’d given up on the idea of a mate, but Morgan, she was something else. She was a woman he could see spending his life with. She was one of his brothers’ mates. But what if her mother had been wrong? What if she wasn’t a Drachen mate? He could keep her. No need for mate marks. No need for anything else.
If her mother was wrong, if she wasn’t one of his brothers’ mate, they could have a family. She wouldn’t be able to live as long as him because she wouldn’t have a mate mark, but he’d be willing to chance it. She could be his. All he had to do was take her.
She ran one hand over his chest, feeling his pecs. The other hand went up to his jaw, raking her nails over his beard. A soft whimper came from her and his cock hardened. He wanted so much more. To hear her outright crying in fucking delight the moment she came.
He would do it. Lara was wrong. Morgan wasn’t a Drachen mate, but would be able to help his brothers find their own women. He could keep her. The very idea of making her his, making her pregnant and watching her grow with his baby unleashed a possessiveness he hadn’t known was in him.
He curled his hand around her neck, pulling her closer to him. His other hand went to her chest, cupping her full breast. Fucking hell, she was so soft, her nipple small and tight. And she smelled so good. She’d be his. He’d marry her like humans did. She’d have his babies. He’d keep her pregnant, watching her grow big. The image made his balls hurt. He wanted that. Morgan. His offspring. Them as a family. All of it.
Yes, all his.
Morgan pulled back from their kiss, her chest heaving. Her pupils ate up the irises. “Tor. God. You…” she cleared her throat. “That was more than a kiss.”
Her voice trembled. The sound said many things to him. Like the fact he could take her then and there, but he wouldn’t. He would wait.
“You deserve more than a simple kiss, beautiful.”
“Oh god. Tor, I…I don’t know if I can do this. You’re fucking hot and I’m a mess. Like an emotional mess.” She leaned back so he returned to his spot to give her space. “I feel people’s pain. This isn’t even normal.”
“Normal is boring.” He caressed her cheek. “You’re interesting.”
She gave a high-pitched giggle that sounded more nervous than anything. “This is crazy. I suck at relationships. I date these nice guys that get tired of me after a while.”
He lifted her curled hand to his lips while holding her gaze. “I don’t give a fuck about any other man, Morgan.” He brushed a kiss on her knuckles. “The fact that they couldn’t appreciate you doesn’t make me feel a sliver of sadness for them.” He shook his head. “I want you. No arguments.”
She couldn’t believe what he said. It was surreal. He was shifter royalty. “I’m boring, Tor. I’ve always been told I am.”
“I think you’re fascinating,” he smiled. “You’re beautiful. You have a kind heart, eyes that speak for you and you’re willing to sacrifice for others. And you’ve got a body I will fuck for days.”
Chapter Twelve
Morgan gulped. Holy bananas. “Tor.”
“No. Listen to me carefully, beautiful Morgan.” He prowled closer, this time he placed a hand to either side of her. She leaned back instinctively, which left him looming above her. “I don’t mind my dick hurting and going days without filling your sweet body because you need time.” He brought his head down and kissed her nose. “I definitely don’t mind you taking your time. When you’re ready, you will be mine. You know it. I know it.”
“This is madness.”
“I know, love. Yesterday at this time, I was trying to talk myself into staying away from you. But my need to be near you, to touch you and smell you, are driving me up a fucking wall.”
Jesus H. Christ. What was he saying? He’d been thinking about her all that time? So she hadn’t been the only one perving out? Thank god!
“What do you mean? What’s changed?” she asked.
“I realized I can’t fight this growing need I have for you.” He licked his lips and a glow sparked in his eyes. “I don’t want to fight it. I want to enjoy it. I want to let it fucking consume me and you in the process. I want what I’ve been denying myself since the moment I saw you. I want you.”
“I don’t know what to say,” she mumbled, her breaths coming hard into her chest. Him above her gave her some very dirty images she didn’t need at that moment. Not when he kept saying so many things about wanting her.
“I want you. I want you naked. I want you spread open and showing me all of you. I want to eat your pussy like there’s no tomorrow and I know you’re going to taste delicious.” He glanced at her lips. “You’ll be mine, Morgan. Every single inch of you will have been touched by my lips at some point. Soon. And then, I’m taking your soft, sexy body and fucking away any doubt in your mind about how much I want you.
“Those babies you wanted? I’m going to give them to you. Me. No other fucking man is touching you once you’re mine.” He cupped her breast and a soft moan escaped her lips. “That’s right. I know you love my touch. I will give you everything you want. All the orgasms and babies you want.”
Holy Toledo. “A little possessive?”
She still didn’t know how to react. He didn’t scare her. Heck, his words turned her on even more. She was super slick between her legs.
“More than a little. I don’t mind jerking off to the thoughts of sliding between your soft thighs and pounding you into next week. I don’t mind knowing you’ll be mine.” He ran his tongue over the seam of her lips. “But make no mistake, baby. You’ve been claimed.”
Her lungs burned from lack of air. “I…”
He lowered his body on hers, her legs immediately spread to cushion his pelvis. Christ. He was rock hard and pressing at her center. She whimpered and wiggled, loving the feel of him there. His pants and hers were between them, but she swore she felt the heat from his body at her sex.
“We’re not arguing this any longer. I want to give you whatever you want, love. Now tell me, what is that?” he asked her.
“Kiss me.” The words popped out of her mouth without thinking. She didn’t know why, but she wasn’t going to question it. His lips came over hers, seducing and branding. His hand slid under her shirt, the flowy material giving way immediately. He was at her bra in a second, tugging at the material and leaving her breast bare.
His warm hand cupped her breast at the same time he rocked his hips into her. Fire raced down her spine and centered at her core. Her clit throbbed. She wiggled under him, hoping he’d do something to help ease her ache.
Their kiss deepened further, his tongue filling her mouth and curling over hers passionately. His hand moved from playing with her nipple to gliding over her belly roll down to her pants. He shoved under the waistband and his hand went into her underwear. She widened further.
Her sucking on his tongue grew bolder, hungrier as he spread her pussy lips and pressed at her clit. A soft groan left the back of her throat. His fingers worked magic, slipping and sliding up and down her slick folds. Two digits fluttered into her sex while his thumb pressed at her pleasure center.
She gripped his hair, raking her nails over the back of his head. Her ass came slightly off the grass, looking for deeper penetration.
A burning need she had never felt before heated her blood. She panted, her breathing harsh, and broke away from their kiss. She gripped his shoulders, biting at his neck and moaning for more.
His fingering of her pussy continued, the slow drawn out thrusts getting shorter, faster, harsher. She breathed in conjunction with each drive. He rained kisses over her jaw and chin. Her mind was floating. All she wanted was the pleasure she knew was coming.
“Yes, baby,” he growled. “Fuck, you’re sexy. Come. Show me how beautiful you look when you let go,” he whispered by her ear.
Her pussy clung to his fingers. He nibbled
on her earlobe. She was so close. Her mind shut down. Primitive thoughts of pleasure and desire were all that filled her brain.
“Tor,” she moaned in a rush.
“Do it, Morgan. Give it to me. Your body’s craving the release, and I want it.” He rumbled in that sexy, deep voice that gave her goose bumps. “I am being fucking selfish. I want every one of your orgasms for myself from now on. Starting with this one. Give it to me, sweetheart.”
The tension curling at the pit of her belly unraveled so fast, she choked on a breath. Her body shook. Her nails dug into his arms and her pussy gripped at his fingers. Then she was flying. Pleasure unfurled and washed over her like a tide of bliss. She tried to catch her breath but her body sagged. Multiple explosions rocked her to the core.
“Fuck!” he grunted, rocking his hips into her center and sliding his lips over her neck. He sucked and bit. He slipped his hand from her pants and brought it to his lips. She licked at her dry lips and watched his now glowing eyes brighten even more. His fingers went into his mouth, coated in her slick wetness. “I knew you’d be fucking addictive. Now all I ever want to eat is pussy. Your pussy.”
She cleared her throat. Spots danced in front of her eyes. He continued rocking into her with his erection. A massive one at that. She opened her mouth to tell him they could keep going, but he sat back on his heels and offered his hands to help her sit up.
“Let’s eat. I want to show you the rest of the castle when we get back. I don’t want to keep you out too late.”
Chapter Thirteen
Morgan wanted to say they weren’t done and that food was the last thing on her mind, but instead she took another glass full of champagne and gulped it. Then she picked up the food he passed her and tried to act like her heart wasn’t attempting a prison break from her chest. Or that she was enjoying the food that tasted like nothing.
The rest of the meal was spent with idle chit chat, but she saw the need, the hunger in his eyes. It only heightened her awareness of him. It made her giddy. What in the hell was going on? Had the world turned upside and she didn’t know it? She wanted to get back to her room, toss him on the bed. Well, not that she could toss him anywhere, he was three times her size. But a girl could dream.
They got back to the castle late. His SUV and her stuff was there. All her belongings had been placed in his bedroom. She didn’t see any of the others but knew she couldn’t stay in his room a second night in a row.
“Will you show me to my room?” she asked after she grabbed her bag, ready to follow him out of his bedroom.
A smile curled over his lips. The kind that meant trouble. She saw it in his eyes. “Sure.” He took the bag out of her hands and walked out only to stop a few feet from his door and open the one right next to his. “Here we are.”
She frowned. The room appeared to be the female version of his. It was massive but a lot more feminine with lilac and gold décor. She noticed a door a few feet from her bedside table. “Is that a connecting door?”
“Yes,” he said and placed her bag on the bed. “Do you mind?”
She thought about it for a second. “No.”
Another nipple-hardening grin and he was waltzing out of the room. “I have to make a few work calls. Feel free to roam the castle but take your phone in case you get lost. We do have emergency locators on every hallway of every floor. It makes it easier to find people. Meet me in a little while. I’ll make us something to eat.”
She nodded and watched him leave. She decided to take a shower first. The day’s grime and everything they’d done was making her feel all kinds of icky. She stripped out of her clothes, mindful of the connecting door and wondering if he’d walk in on her at any moment. He didn’t. She took her shower and once she was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, she was ready to check out the place.
She meandered through the castle, stopping here and there whenever something caught her eye. There was a set of doors she opened out of curiosity. Another hallway awaited. She walked down the carpeted path, glancing at the giant paintings of landscapes and dragons.
At the end of the hallway, she went through an open door to what looked like an antique room. There were items that should be in a museum. And then she saw it. A painting above the fireplace. She strolled to it, not once taking her eyes off the massive thing.
It was an image of Tor. He was a lot younger from the looks of it, but the sexuality in his eyes and the domineering look he gave whoever was painting him was so damn sexy, she almost wanted to strip the Tor in the image, he was so lifelike.
There were other treasures in different places. She pushed her glasses up her nose and peered around the room. So many items. One she was caught by was a crown of silver with what appeared to be black diamonds on display.
“I see you’ve been caught by The Witch’s Crown.”
She turned to face Clacher. “Hi, didn’t know you were here.”
He grinned, showing off his incredibly handsome dimples. “I’m sorry. I won’t be able to stay long. There’s a biker group in town and they’ve all decided they want tattoos. The shop is really busy at this time.”
Her brows flew up. “You do tattoos? I didn’t realize that. I thought when you said you had a shop, you meant like a store.”
He chuckled and shook his head, the buckles of his boots making noise with each step he took coming closer to her.
“No. I have a few tattoo shops. Everyone here has their own business or we’d be bored to death. Plus, our family is old. We’ve tried everything at least once,” he winked.
“So what is this Witch’s Crown?” She turned back to the silver and black crown. “Are those diamonds?”
“They are. Black diamonds. The crown was commissioned when someone was set to marry the witch,” Clacher told her. “Of course, the man didn’t realize she was a witch. Not at first. Not until she almost killed him.”
She gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth. “But it’s so beautiful. The design is so unique.”
“Yes. It was meant to be. You can see the dragon breathing fire down on the person who tried to come between him and the woman. The woman is behind the dragon, being protected.” Clacher folded his arms over his chest. “The witch was found out when she was caught having an affair with the leader of the Noir.”
“Oh my god!” She couldn’t imagine what the man in the relationship must have felt. Broken trust had to be the worst thing to deal with. “What happened to the man?”
“He’s around. Grumpy. Miserable. Pain in the ass. But alive. Alive and still waiting for his mate.”
She glanced up at him. He was staring at her with a pensive look on his face. “Do you mind if I try something?”
He shook his head. “I understand you’re here to help us with our mate business, so I’m happy to help however I can.”
“Would you mind giving me your hands?” she asked, holding her hands out to him.
He covered her hands with his much larger ones. His skin was warm. She closed her eyes, going past the man and into his dragon. The animal raised his head in wonder. He wasn’t used to someone invading his space. She tried to calm him and tell him she was there to help. He was wary, though. She sensed something about him, something he hid.
Her mind went to a place by a waterfall. The dragon breathing fire down on a bunch of men only to watch as something else happened. She was pulled back from the scene and she took several steps back from how hard the dragon pushed her away.
“Are you okay?” Clacher asked.
She gulped and blinked. “Yes, sorry about that. Didn’t realize your dragon was so…”
“Reserved?”
She grinned. “Yes. I’m sorry. I should have left it alone when he got angry for me intruding into your bond.”
“It’s fine,” Clacher said and let go of her. “I leave him to his own unless I need him.”
She nodded. “I should get to the kitchen. I believe Tor was going to make dinner soon.”
Clacher g
ave her another long look. Then he smiled. “Ker is usually the one trying new stuff in the kitchen. Either way, it wouldn’t hurt to go check. Goodnight, Morgan.”
“Goodnight, Clacher,” she said and watched him leave the room.
Chapter Fourteen
Tor glanced at the items Ker had laid out for dinner. Should have been simple. Tor had told him he wanted a quick fix meal so he wouldn’t look like a total idiot in front of Morgan. Instead, there were all kinds of spices and vegetables and was that a fucking pasta maker? Had Ker lost his goddamned mind?
He pulled out his cell to call his younger brother when he waltzed into the kitchen. “Hey, what are you doing in here?”
“I told you I wanted to make something for Morgan.”
Ker snorted. “You did say that, but you don’t cook. We both know that. You’d kill her if you tried.”
“I made her grilled cheese,” he growled in defiance.
Ker raised his brows. “Leave dinner to me. I was going to make fettuccini with lobster in pink sauce.”
Tor frowned. “What?”
“The pasta dish you like so much, remember? With the lobster?”
“Oh, yeah. That’s a good one.”
Ker sighed. “Just set the table and pick out a bottle of wine.” He glanced Tor up and down. “It wouldn’t kill you to dress up once in a while. We have a gorgeous woman here eating with us and you’re wearing this morning’s outfit.”
He ground his teeth together and snarled. “Fine. I’ll go shower and change, and you cook.”
Less than thirty minutes later, he was back from his shower to the delicious smell of food. Fucking Ker was showing off, baking fresh bread. And there was Morgan, smiling and laughing at Ker like he invented the food channel. He watched Morgan push her glasses up her nose, sending his hormones raging. He loved how innocent she looked with them on.
