Dragon Intrigues

by Isadora Montrose

  Bubbles slid down over pert nipples when she sat up to take his offerings. She had removed the face paint and her hair lay in wet golden hanks on her shoulders. His child-of-nature was back. “Aren’t we going to share the tub?”

  “As soon as the stuff I ordered gets here.” He kissed her. “It’s nice to see your face again.”

  She stuck out her pink tongue at him and he nearly came in White’s tighty-whities.

  The concierge had also heard about his lavish tipping. Neil’s purchases followed hard on the heels of room service. He locked up and removed his disguise. Couldn’t do anything about the frosting in his hair, but everything else could go.

  When he was down to his birthday suit and he’d set his stage, he picked up his gifts and strolled into the bathroom. Blythe’s round eyes had a predictable effect. If his cock got any harder he’d be walking bowlegged.

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  He waggled his cock up and down. “If you have to ask, I’m doing it wrong.”

  She pouted like the bimbo she was pretending to be. “Be like that. I thought you had a present for me.”

  “I do.” This time he made his cock wave side to side.

  She giggled. “How do you do that?”

  “Exquisite self-control and natural athleticism.” He climbed into the water and settled to face her, his legs outside of hers.

  The hotel had thoughtfully put the faucets and spout on the sidewall, so neither of them had plumbing to lean against. The wide surround had lots of room for his props. The hot water frothed delicately around their bodies. He rubbed his legs against Blythe’s and filled their glasses with more champagne. She accepted another morsel of cheese from his hand.

  “You have to stay fighting fit.”

  Her face was impish with delight. “For what?” she cooed.

  “Your present.” He handed her a small plastic case.

  “Jewelry?” She hefted it. “It’s pretty heavy for earrings,” she teased.

  He grinned back. She slipped the clasp and looked at the curvy hot-pink device, nose wrinkling. “Is it what I think it is?”

  “Depends on what you think it is. It’s your very own handheld Electra Pulse IV.”

  She caressed it gently. “I’ve always wanted a handheld Electra Pulse IV,” she breathed.

  Her tone made him even harder. Her obvious bewilderment made him laugh.

  “Okay, what does it do, smart aleck?”

  “It’s a sonic vibrator. Guaranteed effective on the most sensitive flesh. Shall I demonstrate?”

  “You want to do me in the bathtub?” she yelped.

  “I thought you hadn’t been sitting on a footstool,” he told her. “Open up, this won’t hurt a bit.”

  It blew her bunny brain very satisfactorily. He was willing to bet they heard her screams in the kitchens. Afterward she lay limply until he drew her out of the water and wrapped her in a towel. It took a surprisingly long time to make sure she was dry enough to wrap in a robe.

  “What about you?” she roused herself to ask languidly.

  “I’m dry enough,” he told her as he slipped into his own robe. If she touched him he was going to go nuclear. He picked her up. “You can have your turn later. There’s no rush,” he lied. “Our supper is getting cold.”

  CHAPTER 31

  Blythe~

  “More?” he asked.

  “No,” she gasped.

  Neil looked disappointed, but he put the spoonful of chocolate mousse in his own mouth and set the little dish down. His arm brushed against hers as if by chance. But that gentle touch was no more random than the delicious meal he had fed her, morsel by morsel. Or the forest of softly glowing electric candles. Or that outrageous sex toy.

  No one. No man had ever given her a sex toy. And not a toy for her to use on him, but one designed to give a woman pleasure. Again and again. She had thought after the bath that she was done. Used up. Spent. But all through supper he had teased and taunted her until she was at a simmer again.

  He stood up, allowing one foot to graze hers, and assembled all their dishes on the cart. “Coffee?” he asked.

  “No thanks.”

  He kissed her cheek. “What’s your pleasure? They have Netflix. How does a movie sound? Or we could watch the game. Or I could have another helping of bunny pie? Lady’s choice.” His hands slipped inside her robe to stroke her belly. She squeezed her thighs together.

  He must have taken care of himself when he went to the bathroom. But he was tenting his robe again. And she was practically on the verge of orgasm. “What about you?” Why was her voice so husky?

  “Bunny pie is my favorite.”

  “What if I’d rather watch something light?”

  His smile was feral. “I can work with that.” He untied her robe and nudged her breasts. “We could do both.”

  Which was how she found herself lying panting on the bed, propped up by pillows, pretending to concentrate on the romantic comedy playing on the TV screen, while Neil knelt between her legs eating dessert. He spread her knees a trifle wider and raised his head.

  “Not to complain or anything, but you’re supposed to be explaining the action to me.”

  “An exhausted pussy is being tortured by a dragon bent on rabbit domination,” she purred back.

  Teeth scraped her clit gently. A tongue soothed the tiny abrasion. “You’re getting confused,” he said. “You need to concentrate.” His hands squeezed and released her breasts, plucking at the tight nipples.

  She squealed. “Can’t,” she panted. “All the blood’s in my pussy.”

  “Could be it’s time.”

  “Time for what?”

  Electricity arced through her entire body. Each successive climax seemed more intense than the one before. A tsunami of sensation accompanied by explosive ripples of emotion. His tongue tangled gently with hers. His mouth tasted of her. She moaned when he lifted his head away.

  “Time for your metamorphosis to butterfly, my pretty.” She giggled at his lascivious tone.

  Still on his knees, his hips between her thighs, he eased his cock into her swollen passage. She was still pulsing gently. She could feel every thick long inch of him sliding against her engorged tissues. See his hard abs and black hair rubbing against her blonde pubes. Her moans grew louder. He silenced her with another kiss. His tongue mimicked what his cock was doing inside of her.

  This time her orgasm was accompanied by fireworks. Behind her closed lids, light pulsed in time to her pussy. His cock leapt and bucked within her as he came. His aura engulfed hers. It was a paranormal rainbow pulsating in synch with her own, as if her rabbit frequencies had been aligned with his dragon vibrations.

  “What did you do to me?” she asked.

  “If you have to ask, I did it wrong. But fear not, I’ll get it right next time.”

  “Be serious. What did you do to my aura?”

  “I’m entirely serious, Blythe. Serious about you. I did unto your aura as your aura did unto mine. Felt great to me.”

  “You didn’t think that it was a bit weird? Because I have to tell you, I’ve never had anything like that happen to me.”

  “I’m glad to hear it, light of my life. Take it as a sign.”

  “A sign of what?” Neil’s frivolity was beginning to worry her.

  “That you are my fated mate, that I love you now and always, and that I am destined to a long and happy life with you in my bed.”

  “But I’m a rabbit,” she yelped. Why did he always keep setting that aside?

  “Not for long.”

  “Meaning?”

  “That as soon as I can I’ll be transforming you into a dragoness.”

  “What if I don’t want to become a flying reptile?”

  “Bird. Dragons are descended from birds. And it’s a requirement if you want kids.” The lightness had vanished from his voice. She wasn’t a bit surprised when he rolled over and caged her with his arms. “You’re going to be a beautiful dragoness. And
an even more beautiful mother.”

  “That’s another reason we can never marry. I’m not cut out for flying. For a start, I’m afraid of heights.”

  “Really?” he sounded astounded.

  “Really. Underground is what I like. Where I’m comfy.” She stroked his marble smooth chest, circling the bronze nipples. They tightened beneath her fingers. She sighed. It was wonderful to have a lover so attuned to her touch. But they were too different. “You don’t think perhaps you’re getting all wound up because we’ve been dodging knives and bad guys? I know the sex is hot. But that’s the adrenaline.”

  His collapsed on her, letting her feel his weight for a moment before he pushed up. “Are you telling me, the original adrenaline junkie, about the effect of adrenaline on the human body? Are you suggesting that the bond between us can be attributed to overexcitement and hormones?”

  “Well, yes.”

  “I hate to tell you this, Buttercup, but I’ve been feeling like this since you were fourteen. No danger required. And you’ve been sweetening up when I’m around since you were sixteen.”

  “That’s just sex.” She dismissed her old crush.

  “Ya think? All I know is I’ve been waiting for you a long time. My feelings are real. And dragons don’t change.”

  “You expect me to believe that?”

  “I expect you to believe that I would never, ever lie to you. I love you, Blythe Warren, and I always will.”

  “You get lucky with that line a lot?” But she knew at once that she had gone too far.

  His face changed. Stiffened. Not that he was exactly angry as he left the bed. More hurt. She rushed after him. “Neil, you have to admit that you never gave any indication that you cared for me. Not before the fire.”

  “I couldn’t. I was waiting until you graduated from college. And then I killed Randall, and I was forbidden to mate hunt.”

  “I thought you guys had a fight, and he drowned.”

  “Same difference. My fault.” His eyes narrowed. “Is that what this is about? You figure you can do better than a murderer?”

  “I figure I’m no one’s idea of the right mate for a dragon.” She tugged at her ring. It wouldn’t budge.

  His hands stopped her from pulling her finger off. “And why’s that?”

  “Look at me. I’m short and fat. And a rabbit.”

  “Luscious and height-challenged. Fortunately, I’m willing to bend over.” He suited action to words. “And I’ll be proud to have you by my side, rabbit or not.” He sighed. “I’ve been waiting for you for years. I can wait a bit longer.”

  Somehow her head was on his chest and he was holding her safe. Why was she so confused? And so happy?

  CHAPTER 32

  Neil~

  He was sulking. He knew it. Blythe’s refusal to accept the complex physical and psychical bond between them had hit his pride hard. But just what had he expected? That a few trinkets and some hot sex would win the heart and soul of a woman like his mate? If she was that easy, she’d have been snapped up long ago.

  Blythe was back in the tub. Alone.

  He was glad when SPAR’s burner phone warbled. Had to be the wolves. No one else had the number. It was Packard. “Dallas Sheppard gave up a name.”

  “I hear a but.”

  “Desirée Sweet.” The wolf’s tone was bone dry.

  “Come again?” A stripper name if Neil had ever heard one.

  “You know how many females known to the police are using that name, just on the West Coast?” Packard confirmed his guess.

  “Couple of thousand?”

  “Not that many. But lots. Not counting those using Sweet Desirée. Or Desire. And each and every one has to be checked out.”

  After which the interrogators would go back to Dallas and he would feed them another lie. Neil waited.

  “Merritt and I will rendezvous with you and Blythe at 0800 hours tomorrow. You can tell her she’ll have a couple of extra assistants. We’re almost sure this is over, and we let the usual blabbers hear that Sheppard is visiting the Facility, but let’s hedge our bets.”

  “Sure.”

  Blythe came out of the bathroom wrapped in the hotel’s white robe. Her face was pinched. “Well?”

  “We’ll have company tomorrow. I know Packard’s only Air Force, but he was a Command and Control operative. And Merritt is hard Corps.”

  Her smile was faint, but it was a smile. Brave as a bunny. “I’m due at the Olander house at ten thirty. Mercer Island.”

  “I know. So do the wolves. You hungry?”

  “Not really. Can we have salad for dinner?”

  “Comfort food?”

  “Yes,” she said defiantly.

  “Whatever your heart desires.”

  She held out her hand. “Why doesn’t this ring come off? It’s not exactly tight, but not even soap gets it past my knuckle.”

  He kissed the finger in question. “Because I want the whole world aware you’re taken.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’m not your property, Drake.”

  “I know. It’s more like I’m yours.”

  “Then how come I’m the one stuck to the ring?”

  “When you give me one, I promise to teach you how to seal it to my hand. In the meantime, think of it as a token of my love.” Couldn’t she feel how the ring connected them to one another? As far as he was concerned it was a lifeline connecting their hearts.

  She didn’t look convinced but a knock on the door sent her scurrying back into the bedroom. It made him aware that he couldn’t be certain their part in this affair was over. He checked the peephole. There were two of them.

  The bellman who had brought their bags up yesterday, and the housekeeper who had tidied the sitting room this morning. The bellman held a small box. The housekeeper the stack of towels he had ordered. Both were smirking. He tipped them well. They departed still leering.

  “Blythe? Have you been shopping?”

  She came out of the bedroom wearing only the nightgown he had left out for her. Her skin glowed pale and perfect under the sheer black silk. It had come with matching panties but she had neglected them. The fluffy peacock-blue strip of marabou on the hem flirted with the curls above her thighs. His mouth dried. He had figured she’d be too pissed to put it on. But here she was, his fantasy had legs.

  She held out a hand for the package. “You’re not the only one with access to the credit card.”

  “Oh?”

  Her smile was roguish. “I bought you a ring.”

  His heart leapt. “Yeah. How did you know my size?” He had big hands.

  She simpered. “I bought the extra-large size.” She carefully placed the box on the table and bent over to take off the wrapping, giving him a view of her delicious pink ass and pussy. All too soon she placed a smaller box in his hands. “You’ll have to show me how to seal it to you.”

  What was she up to? He dragged out lifting the lid. She pouted and the tip of her tongue slipped out to moisten her mouth. “You bought me a cock ring?” He was outraged. He was titillated.

  “It’s a couples ring.” She was demure. “Built-in vibrator.”

  “I can see that.” He kissed her. “Thank you. I think. Are you trying to tell me something?”

  She handed him another box. Flatter and longer. Velvet-lined handcuffs. The last box held what was billed as love oil. Food-grade grapeseed oil. “I thought you wanted salad for dinner. Dragon meat is a little rich for rabbits.”

  “Very funny. I prefer not to cover up your scent. Or mine.”

  “Works for me, love bunny. You have a plan for this stuff?”

  “I do.” She stood on tiptoe to whisper. The heat of her blush warmed his ear.

  “I could do that,” he assured her. “If I can trust you to untie me when I ask.”

  “They’re trick handcuffs,” she said indignantly. “They undo if you tug hard.”

  “I’ll have to remember not to tug too hard,” he assured her gravely.

 
; Her eyes narrowed. “Are you making fun of me? Because this is my turn.”

  He had thought they were all her turn. “I’m not pleasing you?”

  “You’re doing all the work.”

  “You don’t enjoy that?”

  Her blue eyes softened. “It’s lovely. But not every time. You don’t have anything to prove, Neil. You’re a great lover. Thoughtful. Inventive. You must know that.”

  “It’s nice to be told.” He sat down on the ottoman at the end of the bed. “Is this where you want me?”

  “Yes. No. Where are the condoms?” She frowned. “I think we need a towel too. This sex-game thing requires a lot of attention to detail.”

  Planning and dreaming. He’d spent a lot of time on both. “Do you want me to help?”

  “You take off your clothes. I’m not doing Dr. White.”

  He managed not to laugh while she set him up on a towel, with his hands held behind his back by the cuffs. “No blindfold?”

  “Not tonight. I want to look into your eyes while we make love.”

  She sheathed him in a condom. At the touch of her hands, his cock rejoiced, bucking and dripping as if it had a mind of its own. By the time she eased the tight ring down his shaft, he was on the verge.

  “Just so you know, if you turn this baby on, I’ll erupt.”

  “Promises, promises,” she teased. She climbed onto his lap and knelt so her weight was briefly supported by the ottoman. One hand gripped his shoulder, the other grasped his cock.

  Excruciatingly slowly, her hot wet pussy engulfed his cock. Hallelujah, and hold the horses. But the cock ring worked. He didn’t come. In this position, he couldn’t thrust. Her fingers found the switch. A gentle buzz rocked them both. Her heels swung around to his butt cheeks and pressed. Her mouth opened and her head fell back.

  “I’m still too short,” she mourned a moment later.

  “No. No. You’re perfect.” He bent his head and kissed her. She met his mouth with passion and promise.

  “I better warm this up.” She held up the love oil and squirted some in her palm. “I don’t want you to get gooseflesh.”

  She was giving him gooseflesh just sitting naked on his lap. The glide of her hands across his chest and down to where they were joined was replaced by the press of her body against his. The sweet soft weight of her breasts caressed him. Her belly glided against his forcing their pubic bones together. The pleasure and intimacy were incredible.