Page 18 of My Dragon Lovers

I hated to see her like this, lost in so much anguish. I took a risk to reach out and gently touch her shoulder. She turned around, guided by my fingers. She came towards me in the mosteffortless way possible. My arms folded around her, as if they had always been made to hold her. I closed my eyes as I rested my chin on the top of her head. I breathed in the scent of cinnamon in her hair, and felt my hands nestle into her body. She wrapped her arms around me and we stood like that for a while as she sobbed. I kissed the top of her head, feeling my affection for her deepening with every moment that passed.

“I had no idea that you were this afraid of the dragon inside you,” I murmured. She tilted her head up and looked at me. Her eyes shone with sorrow and the moonlight dappled her face, making her milky skin look silver. I knew there had never been anyone as beautiful as her before.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she said, her soft lips rolling together, enticing me. Tension surged through my body. I wondered if she could feel it, if she would welcome it. It was not the perfect moment given the night, but as I gazed into her eyes I was consumed by desire and I found myself leaning down, drawn towards the heaven of her lips until the sweet taste swam through me, as rich and cloying as honey.

I suddenly realized what I was doing and I became annoyed at myself. “I’m sorry,” I said as I pulled away. “This isn’t the night for that. I’m being selfish.”

She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair and down the back of my head. Soft tingles rippled down my spine, making it feel as though my entire body was being unlocked. She searched my eyes and then, with her body, she told me not to worry. She told me that she needed this. She rolled forward onto her tiptoes and kissed me again, this time insistently. Her lips pressed against mine. I felt the gentle heat burning inside her, and soon the tears were washed away from her eyes. We surrendered to the passion within us as we sank to the ground. The cool air sizzled against our skin, which was quickly exposed to the air. She ran her hands along my chest, her fingerspenetrating the forest of dark hair. She felt my taut muscles and murmured in delight. She left soft kisses upon my skin and I allowed the fervent pleasure to rush through me.

I did the same with her, stripping away her clothes to get to the perfect, unblemished skin beneath. I buried myself in the crook of her neck and wrapped my strong arms around her, feeling her melting into me. I pulled her back and her hair fell around my face, covering me in a veil. Her weight pressed against me, her breasts squeezing against my chest. My hands wrapped around her hips as our tongues danced. We kissed wildly, madly, and my soul leapt with delight. She reached down and fumbled with my pants, struggling and fighting before finally unleashing the arousal that had grown so hard within me. I gasped and grunted as she slipped down my body and started to pleasure me with her mouth.

My head lolled to the side as her lips wrapped around my sensitive skin and she devoured me. Her hair was splayed across my thighs and stomach, and the soft sucking sounds reverberated in the air. She was gentle and loving and her tongue whirled around me, generating a storm within me. I reached down and brushed the hair away from her face, noticing how beautiful she was as she looked up at me, locked onto my erection. She leaned back and I saw that it was glistening with her saliva, shining brightly in the night. Then it disappeared into her mouth again and my powerful body arched with tension. She made me as weak as water, and I loved every blissful moment of her touch.

I could feel everything building inside me. It was a torrent of a wave that I couldn’t stop. It was a fire that could not be contained. My skin prickled and my breaths punched the air. Groans and grunts rolled out of my mouth, just as they had before. Her hair was soft under my fingertips, and the image of her was fading into a blur as I was beginning to see stars. Itfelt as though the world was rolling all around us and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was losing myself in this heady, hazy world all because of her, because of this woman that I could not live without.

And then it came rushing through me, an unstoppable force that seized me in its grip and would never let me go. My body tensed and I watched her take all of my hot passion. She rose moments after with a dreamy smile on her face.I caught her in my arms and pulled her into me, kissing her deeply, tasting the echoes of heat on her lips. I turned her around, needing to make her feel as good as she had made me feel, needing to explore the treasures of her body once again. I whirled her around, pulled her to her feet and slammed her against a tree. She lay against the bark, arms splayed out, the curves of her body perfectly exposed to the night air. I traced the supple lines of her breasts with my fingers. I ran my tongue along the peaks of her hard nipples and enjoyed the shudders of her body beneath me. My hands reached around to her ass and thighs. Her legs parted as I descended. I breathed in the hot miasma that simmered in between her legs, groaning as I longed to feast upon her.

And then I did.

I lapped my tongue against her and kissed her, enjoying the immediate squirming sensation that passed through her body. We both moaned with delight. Her legs arched up, wrapping around me, trapping and locking me in this position, but there was nowhere else I would rather be. I tasted her, lapping against her most intimate and sensitive area. She trembled and shook and the moans soared from her mouth, one after the other in a never-ending cacophony that was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. I reached up and fondled her breasts as I made love to her with my mouth, giving and giving until she had taken it all. I could feel the passion and desire pulseand throb within her. It was a burning, ardent form of energy that sang through her body and it drenched my lips. I gulped down her sweet taste, feeling it tingle over my tongue, until she was a shuddering mess and we trickled to the ground, laying in a puddle of our own arousal.

She nestled close to me.

“I needed that,” she breathed, closing her eyes as she tucked her head under my chin.

I kissed her forehead. I hadn’t realized how much I needed it as well. “I’m glad I could be here for you, you know… when Aidan isn’t.”

She looked up at me. The space in between her eyes crinkled a little. “You know that you’re not just a substitute for Aidan, right?” she said.

I looked away. “To be honest I’m still getting used to how this is working.”

She ran her hand along my chest. “I’m with you both. You’re both important to me. Aidan and I share a great deal, but there are things that he’s never going to understand about me. I think you do though. Aidan tends to get caught up in his emotions and he idealizes things. But you see me for what I am. You know I’m not perfect.”

“I don’t know about that…” I said, offering a slanted smile. She just gave me a look.

“I’m serious Brock. To Aidan I’m his queen, but that’s a lot to live up to, you know? He keeps thinking that one day something is going to click inside me and I’m going to be at peace with my past and with the dragon inside me. It’s not that simple though, and I’m not sure it’s ever going to happen.”

“We were actually thinking of going somewhere that might help you come to terms with your past. But now I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea.”

“Where?” she asked.

I looked away, unsure if Aidan would have wanted me to tell her about this, but I supposed that I had said too much now. “Well, he thought that maybe we could go back to the island where it all happened, that if you went to the place where Ilvar died it would, I don’t know, bring you some closure I guess.”

I was afraid that she was going to explode with anger and throttle me for being stupid. Instead she just nodded softly.

“And now I’m thinking that it would be a good idea to get away from this place anyway, to give ourselves a little break,” I continued. “I’ve always been curious about that island.”

“I have as well,” she said, which I have to admit did surprise me. I gave her a questioning look. She took in a deep breath of air. “I’ve always wondered how much of him is left,” she admitted. I squeezed her a little more tightly.

Chapter Fourteen

Aidan

The ceremony had been a moving one. Jade had never taken to me, and if she were still alive I have no doubt she would have made me work to prove my affection towards Kyra. She was a forthright, stubborn woman who could be incredibly difficult, but she would be missed. I wished that I could know the right things to say to Kyra. I could tell that she was struggling, but I hoped that she did not feel lost in this place. I let her grieve, for I had to speak with my parents.

“How could you not tell me about this?” I demanded, my angry words booming around the underground chamber. Buck was pacing around, Brett was sitting hunched forward, a solemn look on his face, while Mason looked distracted.

“It wasn’t exactly a conscious choice to hide this from you. We were just waiting until we had more information,” Mom said.

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