Soldier Dragon's Second Chance

by Brittany White

  “This can’t really be happening,” she murmured to herself.

  “It is happening,” Davi assured her. “It is real.”

  Part of her still couldn’t believe it. She never thought she’d have this again.

  As soon as the door was closed, he pushed her up against the wall. He covered her mouth with his again. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

  “So are you,” she said. “Handsome.”

  The corners of his mouth curved up. “You can call me beautiful. If you want.”

  “I do want.” She moaned as his lips passed over her neck. “I can’t believe we’re getting to do this again.” She knew she was repeating herself, but she didn’t care. Her brain was stuck on a loop.

  Then the past snuck back in, ruining her mood. She squeezed his hands. “We need to choose our place to meet if we get separated again. We have to. Now. It can’t be Portugal.”

  He didn’t lift his mouth from her neck. “There’s a shifter here. A rock star.”

  “Yes. Garrett Hudson.”

  “Do you know him?” Davi asked.

  “No. I’ve never met him. When I first arrived in Las Vegas, I felt a shifter. I investigated, and realized that it was the famous rock star. When I saw he was masquerading as a human and had no knowledge of my existence, and no interest in me either, I relaxed.”

  Davi met her eyes. “I met him today. Let’s both go to him if something unfortunate happens. He’s famous, so we’ll always know where he is. He will help us.”

  “Okay. That’s a good idea.” She nodded a few times. She did feel better with a plan. She flung herself at Davi, wanting him to pick back up where he’d left off.

  Catching her in his arms, he indulged her by covering her mouth with hers, and pressing his tongue into her mouth.

  Would he still make love to her the way he had when they were younger? As much as she wanted him, her skin prickled with nerves. How do you make love to your mate after a five-year separation? An involuntary separation.

  Carolina would have said she didn’t know. She would have assumed it would be strange. Her breathing picked up. She’d never expected to have him back, and now that she did, she wasn’t doing such a great job of handling the emotions. Tears burned her eyes, but she bit down on the sob that formed in the back of her throat. She wasn’t going to ruin this for either of them by crying.

  But once Davi’s mouth was on hers, it all came flooding back.

  This was her mate—her body knew what to do with his. They had spent countless nights kissing in the caves. Countless nights as unsupervised teenagers, sneaking away to roam the streets in the nearby town of Lagos. And they’d spent countless nights on the beach making love.

  There were many things she didn’t know how to do. But she knew how to make love to Davi.

  She wanted to go quickly, and have him sink into her body immediately. At the same time, she wanted to go slowly, and savor this precious moment.

  Even though she’d stopped them before they spilled over, he noticed her tears. Of course. “What is wrong? Sweetheart. Tell me.”

  The endearment choked her up. “We lost so much time together.” She sniffed. “But I don’t want to dwell on that. I want to focus on now.”

  He pressed his forehead against hers. “I think that is wise.”

  “I need you,” she said. She could fall apart later. For now, she was going to revel in this moment.

  “You have me. Always.”

  She pushed her body up against his, and she felt the familiar outline of his cock against her belly. Her stomach flipped over in anticipation.

  She pressed her hand down against the front of his pants, gripping his hard cock through the fabric. “You were already big. But I think you’ve grown some more—all over,” she said with a smile.

  He grinned at her as he rocked his hips against her body. “And you’ve grown more beautiful.”

  She met his lively grin. “Spoken like a true mate.”

  “That’s what I am. Your mate. The only one I’ll ever have.”

  She treasured their connection and the emotion they shared. But now she was ready to have him possess her body. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it up, tugging it up toward his head.

  Davi finished stripping his shirt off, revealing chiseled abs and a sculpted chest.

  “Impatient?” Davi asked, matching her movements by grabbing her motorcycle jacket. He peeled it off and flung it toward the chair in the corner of the room. He unbuttoned her pants deftly and pushed them down her hips. He peeled her black T-shirt from her body until she stood in only her bra and panties.

  They were red and they were lacy. Thank God she’d never worn them in front of Jim. If she had, she’d have to throw them away. She didn’t want any of her Vegas life to interfere with the new life she was creating with her mate.

  Davi’s eyes roved all over her body. “I like the red. You are very alluring wearing anything at all. But the red is sexy.”

  “You like them?” She hadn’t worn undergarments often in Portugal, but living among all the men in the motorcycle club made them a necessity. In Portugal, she’d worn free-flowing dresses with bright fabrics. Here, she’d dressed in leather and jeans.

  She’d never had lingerie in Portugal. Maybe it was time to invest in some for her mate.

  “Yes.” His voice dropped to a lower timbre. “I want to look at you.” He took a step back. His gaze grew more heated.

  “Do I look different?” If he had changed, maybe she had as well.

  “You are curvier,” he said. He traced his hands down the hourglass curve of her waist, and then over her hips. He brought his hands up to cup her breasts. “You’re rounder here, more filled out.” He put his hands on her cheeks and brushed his thumbs over her cheekbones. “And your face is more angular.” He kissed each of her cheeks. “You were always lovely. You’re even more stunning now. I could stare at you forever.”

  She smirked at him. “I hope you’re going to do more than stare.”

  He explored her body first with his eyes, then with his hands. He ran his palms over her shoulder blades and down her back before squeezing her bottom. Finally, he explored her body with his mouth as he kissed her neck, her earlobe, and the hollow of her throat.

  “Turn around,'' he said.

  She shuddered, but did as he said.

  Once she was facing away from him, he stepped closer, fitting his body to hers. He scooped her hair up and kissed the back of her neck.

  He ran his hand down her arms, and clasped her hands in his. “I cannot wait to sink my cock into your pussy again,” he breathed against her neck.

  She moaned, swaying as the full force of his words hit her.

  In one smooth motion, he unclasped her bra and let it fall away. He spun her back around, and she stood before him, naked except for her panties.

  He embraced her, holding her close. And then he shoved his fingers down into her panties, running his fingers over her dripping core. “You’re so wet for me.”

  “I always have been,'' she said. And that was true. They had waited to make love until she was nineteen. But even during their first bumbling attempts, she had been ready for him. And he had always done his best to be a thoughtful and generous lover.

  He panted against her ear. “I cannot take my time anymore.”

  She licked her lips and rubbed against him, enticing him to hurry up. “Go ahead. You don’t have to go slow for me.”

  His eyes darkened. He pushed her panties down, ripping them from her body. Suddenly, she was naked in front of him.

  He pressed two of his fingers into her pussy. She was so slick with arousal that they slid right in, and she cried out loud. “Davi! I’m already close.”

  He rocked his hips against hers, letting her feel his pulsing erection. He lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

  He laid her on the plush king-sized bed. In the blink of an eye, he shed his own clothes, and he crawled on
top of her, fully naked.

  His bare chest touched hers, igniting her arousal even more. Her sex ached, desperate for him.

  He positioned his cock in her entrance. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

  Above her, he stilled. “I don’t have a condom,” he said.

  She had gotten a birth control shot months ago. It would be wearing off soon, but she couldn’t imagine trying to prevent Davi’s child, especially now that she was twenty-five years old. “Mates don’t usually use a barrier like that.”

  “If you are sure,” he said.

  “I’m sure. But if you’d like, we can wait.”

  “No. If you do not require one, then neither do I.”

  She nodded. “I’m ready.”

  “My mate,” he breathed against her neck. She threw her head back as he bit down on her neck, tugging at the sensitive flesh. He pressed forward, thrusting his cock into her body. He slid in without resistance, and she lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  “Yes. Fill me up,” she shouted.

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  Davi

  Davi squeezed his eyes shut. His mate lay underneath him, begging him to fill her pussy with his throbbing cock.

  He was determined to do just that and to make it good for her. He was at a disadvantage, because she could remember their time together years ago, and he could not. He had let his instincts guide him so far, which had worked pretty well.

  He’d lain with a few women over the years, and he’d never been satisfied. He’d wondered if he just wasn’t meant to be in a relationship. Now he knew the truth. He had a mate, and all others paled in comparison to her.

  He raised up on his elbows and pulled his hips back, until his cock nearly left her body. Then he surged forward, spearing her with his cock.

  Finding his rhythm, he angled his hips to hit her sweet spot.

  She clutched at his shoulders, pulling him to lie on top of her. She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. “Don't hold back. I'm not human.”

  She was right. She deserved to be treated like a lady. But her body could handle more than a woman's. He did not have to be so cautious. His thrusts picked up speed, and she writhed under him.

  He nuzzled her neck, and moved his face down, toward her breast. He licked and sucked her breast, and pinched her nipples with his fingers.

  She bucked against him as her pussy tightened around his hard length. He lowered one hand between their bodies and pinched her clit. “Come for me,” he commanded her. “I want to see you come apart while I watch.”

  He kept his eyes glued to her face, and sure enough, it was a sight to behold. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her mouth opened on a moan. Then her thighs tensed and her pussy began to pulse. The rolling waves from her warm inner walls sent him crashing over the edge as well.

  He let go, following her over the cliff as his orgasm slammed into him like a freight train. He collapsed on top of her, panting as his cock emptied into her body.

  He rolled them over, with his pulsing cock still hard inside her. Now that she lay on top of him, he took the opportunity to rub her back and run his fingers through her silky black hair.

  Soon, she fell asleep.

  Davi never imagined he’d have anything like this. It was exactly what he’d wanted. This was the vision he’d had for his life when he was in Ireland at Nora and Niall’s wedding.

  He did have one significant problem though. He didn’t know his mate’s name.

  She lay on top of him, and slept for an hour, her warm body radiating heat. Finally, she moved, stretching and moving away from him.

  He caught her around the waist. “Are you trying to sneak away?”

  “If I were going to sneak, you wouldn't catch me.”

  He liked her playful manner. “Is that so?”

  When she went to use the restroom, he snuck a look at her driver’s license. It read Carrie Smith. He knew in his heart that wasn’t right.

  “When did you lose your accent? Was it difficult?” He didn’t mind having an accent, but maybe he could find out her name if he asked the right questions.

  “I worked pretty hard to lose it at first. I was riding with a motorcycle club, and I didn’t want them to know I was from Portugal. There aren’t that many in America, so I didn’t want to give myself away if our enemies came looking for me.”

  “So you wanted to blend in.”

  “Exactly. Which is why I chose the name I’ve been using.” She wrinkled her cute nose. “Carrie. It’s an okay name, but I much prefer the name Carolina. It sounds pretty.”

  He breathed a sigh of relief. Carolina. That was his mate’s name. Another piece of the puzzle clicked into place. “Of course it does. It’s yours.’

  “I’d have to thank my parents for my name.” She turned on her side and stared at him, smiling. He pulled the covers up, and they fell asleep together.

  When he woke up, a few hours had passed. Her smaller body was cuddled next to his larger one. He kissed the top of her head, but she didn’t stir. His mate was still sound asleep next to him, but Davi had a raging hard-on. He could shower, and take care of it himself. Or he could wake her up.

  No. He would let her sleep. She hadn’t said much about her life in Vegas, but he’d disrupted it with his arrival. She might be thrilled to see him, but that didn’t mean she was happy to leave her life behind, and give up all the things that made her human.

  He crept from the bed. He would take care of his arousal in the shower. He didn’t know much about hotel rooms, especially not fancy ones, but even his untrained eye could tell that this was a nice bathroom.

  The bathroom was the size of his apartment in Skopje. The large tile shower had two shower heads, and a bench inside.

  He dialed the water to its hottest setting. He closed his eyes as the heated water flowed around him. He took his aching cock in hand while he relived how good it had felt to slide into Carolina’s body.

  He braced himself with one hand on the shower wall. He wasn’t going to last long, not while he was picturing his mate.

  Then a burst of cool air hit him as a small hand passed over his stomach. “Don’t stop,” Carolina said in a low, sexy voice as she fitted herself up behind him. Her other hand brushed over his cock, joining the hand he had wrapped around his rigid length.

  He moaned and let go of his cock. “It is much better when you do it,” he said.

  She took over, sliding her hand up and down his shaft. After only five or six strokes, he was so close. He inhaled, and smelled the fragrant scent of her arousal.

  He turned and lifted her into his arms and exited the shower, grabbing two towels on the way. He flung one down on the bed. He laid her on top of it and pushed her legs open. Her entrance was slick and ready for him.

  She closed her eyes and bit down on her lip. “Yes. Davi!”

  He didn’t bother with foreplay. He grabbed her hips and yanked her toward the edge of the bed. With one swift motion, he slid his cock into her willing body. He began to thrust, long, steady strokes, angling his hips to hit her sweet spot.

  Her breasts bounced from the force of his thrusts, and she raised her hands to circle her nipples. She spread her legs further for him, and he watched his cock as it moved in and out of her body.

  He circled her clit with his thumb, rubbing light circles.

  “I’m so close,” she said.

  “Good. I want to see you come first.”

  He kept his thrusts going at a steady pace, and before long, she was thrashing on the bed, while the walls of her pussy tightened around his cock.

  He followed her, releasing into her body.

  She sighed in contentment as he kissed her on the mouth. “Next time I will go slower. I need to taste you,” he said.

  “Mmm.” She blinked up at him. “You were always so good with your mouth.”

  He desperately wished he could remember. He lifted her up off the bed and tossed the damp towe
l to the floor. “Now we need to finish our shower.”

  She laid her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know if I can stand up after that.”

  “What is the saying? Did I wear you out?”

  She opened one eye. “Yes. You definitely wore me out.”

  “I’ll run a bath.” Holding her with one arm, he started the water. The bathtub was the size of a small hot tub. It even had some eucalyptus bath salt sitting nearby, so he dumped that in too. Once the water was high enough, he lowered Carolina in.

  “Aren’t you coming in?”

  Had he joined her before? Had his clan had indoor plumbing? He’d learned that some shifters liked to live off the land. Others, like Garrett, lived in fully-furnished human homes. “Of course.”

  He sat behind her, pulling her back against his chest. She leaned her head back on his shoulder. “You always liked the hot water in the hot springs.”

  He ran his fingers through her hair. “We will have to revisit those hot springs.” He would do anything to get his memories back. He loathed not being able to discuss the past with her. It was time for him to visit Portugal. Being with her had awakened feelings, but not specific details. He needed both.

  He leaned his head back against the tile behind the tub. With his fingers in her hair, he closed his eyes and inhaled, relishing the feel of her body against his. He concentrated, silently reciting one of the spells that Nora had taught him.

  A feeling flashed through his mind. And he knew with certainty that he and Carolina had sat in this same position before. But not in a bathtub. They had sat like this in the sea, with the wet waves lapping over their legs.

  He was certain of it. They had been at the cliffs at Ponte de Piedade, when they were seventeen years old. They had run to the hollowed-out rock that formed an arch over a tiny piece of sand. Most of their clan had gone out fishing in the ocean. But they had broken away to hide and found a secret place in the towering cliffs where none of the clan could see. Concealed by the golden rocks, he had kissed her for the first time.