My Dragon Lover

by Alisa Woods

  “Jayda,” he gasps, and I think he’s just riding the bliss, but then I realize my eyes are closed, and he’s trying to get me to open them.

  I blearily force my eyelids apart. He’s hovering over me, concern etched on his face. His cock’s still buried deep, and it feels so good… I can’t imagine what’s worrying him.

  “It’s okay, baby.” I reach for his face, but my arms are all sweaty. “Jesus, we really did it, didn’t we?” I’m still lazy with pleasure.

  He wipes the sweat from my brow. “Are you okay? How do you feel?”

  “I’m fine.” I smile for him. “You burned me up.”

  It takes him a moment, but the concern slowly spreads into a smile. “I felt it, but I didn’t quite believe…”

  “Believe what?” I’m parched.

  He leans in quick to kiss me. Then he grins. “We’re mated. That’s the transformation you’re feeling.”

  “I’m pretty sure that’s your cock I’m feeling.” And sure enough, amazingly, the sex miracle that is Ree resurrects his cock, still deep inside me but quickly becoming just as stiff as when he was fucking me within an inch of my life.

  He pulls out. I give a small sound of protest.

  “Roll over,” he says, and I do my best, but my limbs are all floppy from hot sex, and holy shit, the bed is soaked. Did I really sweat that much?

  Just as I’m wondering that, Ree fills me again from behind. I’m lying face-down, prone on the bed, and he’s positioned himself with that long cock sliding past my thighs and deep inside.

  “Oh, shit, Ree,” I say as he bottoms out. There’s some magic happening between my legs. Like literally. Some electric shooting pleasure wherever his cock meets my hot, slick flesh, which is to say everywhere.

  “You like that?” He pulls out then thrusts in, harder.

  “Fuck!” A wave of that sparking pleasure sweeps through me.

  He laughs softly. “Oh, we’re going to do so much fucking.” He thrusts hard again. “Sweet magic, I had no idea.” Then he starts pistoning into me again, only this time, every stroke is like an electrical zap of magic. I’m shrieking with it, coming and coming, and I think I might actually pass out. Ree finally groans, long and deep, and holds me down to the bed, shuddering as he comes. He stays still like that a long time, emptying into me. As much as this round was on fire, my body is actually cooler now.

  Ree slides out and collapses on the bed alongside me. I just lie flat for a while, still tingling everywhere. After a minute, his hand caresses my bottom, sliding up to my back. He brushes my hair away from my ear.

  “You still alive over there?” His hand is winding my hair, playing with it.

  I turn my head toward him and force my eyes to open. “Barely.”

  He’s grinning—I don’t think I’ve ever seen the man smile so wide.

  I scoot a little, so I’m on my side, facing him. His cock is thick and heavy, but sated and soft for now. And then I notice…

  “Hang on, what happened to the condom?”

  “I took it off.”

  “You what?” I scrunch up my forehead.

  He snuggles in, pulling my face to him, and kisses me. “After we were done,” he explains. “But we don’t need them anymore. We’re mated.”

  “Okay.” I guess it’s official now. “What does that have to do with condoms?”

  “It’s difficult to get a mated dragon pregnant.” He’s stroking my breast, playing with the nipple at the end of each pass. “Could take years. Decades even.”

  “Wow.” I blink and pay a little more attention to the sated but thoughtful expression on his face. He’s licking his lips like he wants a taste of me. Before he gets too far with that… “Do you want babies?”

  His gaze jumps up to mine. He’s searching my eyes. “Yes.” He’s breathless, a little of that haunted look returning. “Lots. Lots and lots… Do you?”

  “Well, I don’t know about lots.” I hadn’t given it any thought. “I mean, work takes up a lot of my time.”

  “I’ll take care of them,” he says quickly.

  “Will you?” I raise both eyebrows. But the jarring question doesn’t last long in my mind. I’ve never been so well-cared-for as when Ree was making sure I had everything I needed for safety, security, and success at work.

  He’s still breathing a little ragged. He slips his hand to my cheek, kisses me sweetly, then says, “If you give me a child, Jayda…” He stops and presses his forehead to mine. “You’ll have given me everything.” He shudders, and I can hardly stand it.

  How can this rough man be so sweet? I want to give him everything.

  “Well, then.” I run my hand down to that thick cock of his, stroking it softly to life. “We’d better get busy if we’re going to make lots of babies.”

  He laughs a little, and it’s filled with disbelief and joy. But he kisses me so tenderly, I know without any doubt, he would be the world’s most amazing father. And the idea of giving Ree a family… well, that idea’s quickly growing on me.

  Which is a good thing because the first time he takes me with no condom, I’m just sure that manly seed of his is getting me pregnant already.

  Ten

  Ree

  2 am–time to play.

  We’re on New York time for Jayda’s job, and it’s 8 pm there, which means she’ll be home any minute. I’ve turned down any new assignments for the duration. Too much to do. I’m honeymooning. Something I never thought possible. Beyond work and simple survival, I’ve spent my entire adult life chasing after sex. It’s not like I didn’t know I was trying to fill a void that couldn’t be filled—I was making the best of the fate I’d been given. But all that sexing didn’t prepare me for the joy of being mated. The magical sex enhancement, a pleasure boost every time I touch Jayda, is fucking outstanding, but it’s far more than that. It’s finding my other half. It’s knowing we’ll be together until the literal end. It’s building a life around that simple, pure, amazing fact.

  I’m fixing up the estate—it’s my ancestral home, and it’s where I want to raise our kids. The Euro lair is fine, but not very family-oriented. Although that may be changing soon with everyone paired up with their soul mates. Depends on whether they can seal the deal. That I think in family terms now is another astonishing fact. But I fucking love it. Our kids, whenever they come, will have everything I had, when I was younger, and everything I didn’t, once it was all taken from me.

  Family. It’s only been a week, and I still wake up in a cold sweat sometimes, afraid the Vardigah have come to rip it all away. Niko says they can’t find us—they won’t destroy this dream-come-true I’m having. But it’s only Jayda in my bed, her warm brown skin soft against my hands, that slows my raging pulse and soothes my panic. That she could come to love me, as broken as I am, with such astonishing speed, tells me I’ve finally found the fairy tale ending. It’s real—and I’m wrenching the joy out of every minute of it.

  I’m waiting in our bedroom at the estate’s apartment for her to arrive. She usually teleports straight from the elevator, assuming it’s empty and she can get away unnoticed. The estate is much larger than these small quarters into which I’ve sequestered myself whenever I was here. I’d only acquired the property a hundred years ago. After my family was destroyed, the estate was taken over by a local nobleman. It suffered from neglect over the years, and even when I managed to buy it back, I couldn’t bring myself to resurrect it to its former glory. Over the decades, it fell into even further disrepair, very much resembling the haunted castle it felt like to me. In the last decade, I remodeled this small corner—the apartment—so I could use the property to some extent. One of the many temporary “homes” I kept around the world. I’m selling off most of those now, keeping a few so we’ll have places to stay when we travel. I’m investing everything into making a home for Jayda and me.

  And our children, when they come.

  Jayda arrives, teleporting out of thin air.

  “Hello there, gorgeous
.” I pull her into a quick kiss, then relieve her of her laptop bag.

  “You would not believe Arnie today.” Her shoulders are dragging down.

  I scowl as I set aside her work bag. “Is he ogling you again? Because I’d be happy to make an encore visit as your bodyguard and scare the hell out of that guy.”

  She sighs. “No, he’s just questioning all my numbers again. They’re getting ready to launch the acquisition team, and it’s like he’s never looked at the due diligence report.”

  I give her another quick kiss. “So he’s an asshole who can’t keep up and is slowing everyone else down.”

  “Maybe. It’s just frustrating to have to go over everything again.”

  I slide my arms around her waist and pull her close. “I’m an expert at relieving frustration.”

  A tiny smile lights up her face. “Is that right?”

  I dip my head to nibble on her neck. “If they granted PhDs in giving orgasms, I should get at least a few honorary degrees.”

  “Mmm,” she says as I taste her. “I could be your thesis advisor if you’d like.”

  “Does this mean I’ll have to give an oral exam?” My hands are already under her blouse, working at her bra clasps.

  “Oh, baby, I’ve been thinking about that all day.”

  “Well, then.” I reach to the bottom of her skirt and hike that up. I waste no time getting her panties off and backing her up against the dresser. I hook her legs over my shoulder and dive in, tongue first.

  “Oh, fuck, Ree.” Her hands dig into my hair, and she’s squirming under my touch. During the daytime in New York, the office has her, body and mind, but when she’s home here in France, I want every part of her to myself. Given the gasps and cursing right now, I’d say I have her full attention. The first orgasm is almost too easy. The magic sparks off my tongue, and I’m getting better at using that to maximum advantage. When she stops convulsing, going deliciously soft against me and the dresser, I come up for air, shove down my pants, and quickly get inside her. “Yes,” she breathes, taking me all the way in. “Do you know I daydream about your cock?”

  I pull back slow then thrust in hard. Fuck. “I spent an hour in the shower after you left this morning.” I thrust again. God, she’s so tight. So perfect.

  She laughs a little, breathless. “Were you very dirty?” She’s playing with my hair as I rock the dresser with how hard I’m fucking her.

  “I kept thinking about you,” I pant as I thrust. “I had to beat off three times. Or else I’d walk around with a hard-on all day. And I’ve got remodeling to do.”

  “Oh,” she says as I tip her back, angling deeper.

  “Yes,” I breathe while I thrust, the magic ripping along my cock. “Take all of me.” And then I shut the fuck up because we’re both getting close, banging the dresser against the wall and cursing our way to a simultaneous orgasm that blows my mind. There’s something about the magic there too—it syncs us up. Or maybe it’s just that it feels so damn good, we can’t help racing to climax together. But I’m shooting off and groaning into her shoulder as she cries out and bucks into me. It fucking lasts too—like three orgasms strung together, just going and going.

  Fuck, mated sex is hot.

  I’m panting when it’s done, and Jayda looks wiped. I know she’ll bounce back, but she gives her all at the office then comes home, and I’m on her from the jump. Not that she doesn’t want it, but it’s quite the pace. Especially since we can spend half the night buried in each other, and before we know it, she’s got to get back over there. And tonight I have something special.

  “Shower,” I say.

  “Oh, baby, I don’t think I’m ready for more.” Her eyes are half-closed.

  I grin. “I mean the kind with soap and no fucking.”

  Her eyes blink open. “Really?”

  I laugh—a real, full-body chuckle; I’ve had more reasons to laugh in the last week than the whole ten years prior—and then I lead her to the bathroom. I make her stand still while I soap her up and get her all squeaky clean. Then I shoo her out of the spray and tell her to go get dressed. I have to quickly beat off—my soul mate is hot, and it just can’t be helped—but then I’m out and ready to show her what I’ve been working on all day.

  I hold out my hand for her to take, which she does. Just the touch of her makes me happy. It’s insane. “Okay, close your eyes,” I say. “I have a surprise.”

  “Where are we going?” Because of course, we’re teleporting.

  “You’ll see.”

  She dutifully closes her eyes, and I transport us to the south tower. Both the south and west towers overlook the river, with a grand walkway between. The estate is mostly an enclosed courtyard area with several levels of rooms in the walls surrounding it. The south tower is the most picturesque and faces away from the small village nearby.

  “You can open your eyes now,” I say.

  She does, and they go satisfyingly wide. I’ve cleaned up the top level of the tower, accessible only by a stone spiral staircase up the narrow column. The stone flooring has several carpets overlaid, there are fresh windows in the stone frames, and I’ve built in a child-sized play castle on one side and a small stage on the other, complete with curtain for performances. A string of miniature lights runs along the edge of the ceiling around the entire circular perimeter of the room. The doors to the stone balcony are thrown open—there’s no moon tonight, only the soft glow of the lights on the parapet outside.

  “Where are we?” She gives the miniature castle a strange look. “And you realize we don’t have children yet, right?”

  I grin and come up behind to hug her. “I keep trying. Give my magic dragon sperm a chance.”

  She laughs softly and cradles my arm. “It’s beautiful, Ree.”

  “Come outside with me.” I take her hand and lead her to the balcony. It’s two in the morning, so there aren’t any lights in the village, and even the hanging lamps over the bridge have been turned half off for the night. I’d previously placed a couple glasses and a bottle of champagne on the waist-high stone wall—I snatch them up and pour.

  “What are we celebrating?” She takes the glass and sips.

  “A week of being mated.”

  She raises her glass and clinks it with mine. “May all our weeks be filled with this much sex.”

  I tip my glass to her. “I’ll get to that in a moment.”

  “Oh, will you?” She grins and takes a longer sip.

  I set my glass down and slide up behind her, turning her toward the parapet edge, looking out over the darkened village. “No moon tonight,” I say.

  “Are we going to fly?” She squeezes my arm around her waist and drains her drink faster. She loves flying, but we can’t often take the chance of being seen. Moonless nights in the south of France are a good time for it.

  “There’s something I want to ask you first.”

  “Yes, I absolutely want to have more sex tonight.”

  I pull her hair to the side so I can nuzzle her neck from behind. “That wasn’t it. But yes.”

  “No, you may not turn the entire estate into a playground for kids we don’t even have.”

  “But I’ve already got the plans drawn up!” I’m grinning behind her ear.

  “It’s not practical.”

  I give an elaborate sigh. “Well, all right then.”

  She drinks the last of her champagne and sets the glass down. “Okay, what did you want to ask me?”

  “Will you marry me?” I say it simple because that’s what it is.

  She jolts and then turns in my arms, but there’s no light to see in the shadows out here. “We’re mated, Ree.”

  “I know. It’s fantastic.” I slide my hands under the loose cotton t-shirt and down into the yoga pants she’s changed into.

  She faces forward again. “I suppose getting married would make things easier. Legally speaking.”

  I nuzzle into her hair. “I want to marry you because I love you.”
/>   “Well, there’s that, too.” But I can hear the smile in her voice.

  “So, that’s a yes?”

  “You drive a hard bargain.”

  I slip my hand between her legs. “Driving hard is something I do well.”

  “Ree, we’re outside.” But her body’s not objecting. I slide her pants down and mine as well. Then I bend her over, her hands gripping the stone as I take her from behind. “Fuck,” she breathes, leaning back into my stroke. “Ree.”

  “I’m sorry.” I grip her hips so I can thrust like I want to. “You did say drive me hard, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, Oh, God, Ree, yes!”

  “That’s what I want to hear.” But it’s strained because I’m rocketing there fast. I don’t know if it’s the magic sizzling along my cock or the fresh night air or the fact that I’m potentially making a baby right here, right now, with the woman I love beyond all reason… but I’m about to explode. “Say you’ll marry me, Jayda,” I pant.

  “Yes! I will marry you. Fuck, Ree!”

  And then I bring us both home. Twin orgasms welling up and shaking us both, cursing and clenching the parapet while we come. It takes a while to finish and even longer to come down. There’s no hurry, and nowhere I’d rather be. Eventually, the cool night air reminds us to disengage and actually pull our clothes on. She wants to go fly, but I’d like to just cuddle for a moment. That’s something new as well—snuggling was never high on the list when I was fucking my way across the world and through time, always making up for the things I couldn’t have. Now, with Jayda, my entire world is right here in my arms.

  “Are we going to fly before sleeping? Or sleep and then fly?” Her voice is soft, and I hear the fatigue in it. We need to catch up on sleep sometime soon.