Page 16 of Bound to the Dragon

First, he lapped through my folds, collecting my dew on his agile tongue. It made him moan, his eyes like flames. I was fairly certain I was seeing hints of gold glimmer beneath the skin on his cheekbones. It was almost like his scales were just beneath the surface, ready to push through if he didn’t hold the transformation back.

Then he sucked on my clit, pleasure exploding through me, bringing me so close to the edge that I felt like I could topple at any moment. His grip on my hips was firm, almost harsh enoughto border on pain. I knew I couldn’t escape him; all I could do was let him eat me like I was his last meal.

His tongue did the thing I had dreamed of, swirling around my opening and then sliding inside, twisting deep. I came off the mattress with a shout, my orgasm breaking through me when that tongue strummed a spot of nerves just inside. I had never come that way before, and this one crashed through me wild and powerful.

When he lifted his head, wetness coated his chin and his smile was as wide as the Cheshire Cat and just as mischievous. He was kneeling between my legs and his cock had pushed free from his opened jeans, proudly rising between his denim-clad legs.

A big, turgid length in tawny skin freckled with gleams of gold and thickly veined. The head of his cock was shaped wider and flatter, with a thick, dual ridge. Close enough to look almost human, if not for the gold, but definitely slightly foreign. His cock was huge. He was bigger than any of my previous partners and I felt a twinge of worry; would he even fit?

“Ready for me? My lovely Rosy?” he said, his voice edged with this husky growl. The question was civilized, patient, but his tone was anything but. I knew I was in bed with a dragon. All I had to do was lightly dip my chin, and he pounced. I found my arms pinned above my head by one big fist, the other yanking on my thigh to open me up for him.

His cockhead kissed my opening. Thick, so very wide, and sizzling hot. I wanted to tell him that it was too much, that I couldn’t take him like that. He hadn’t even tested my opening with a finger; I was certain I needed more stretching before Icould take that monster of his. Only he swooped in and covered my mouth, his tongue tangling around mine and sucking me deep. Just like that, my body seemed to flower open, his cock sliding in the first inch.

He was so warm, a slight burn edging my channel as I stretched. I no longer wanted to tell him to go slow or to wait because I wasn’t ready. I wanted to see if he was right, and when his thumb strummed my clit, wetness gushed, easing his way.

With a subtle move of his hips, he pushed in, then he pulled back out. Each time he pushed a little deeper, a little harder, and I started to writhe beneath him, my heels digging into the mattress. That felt so damn good. He was filling me so much; surely he had to be all in by now? But when I glanced down between our bodies, half of him was still out; I whimpered.

“Ssh, you can take all of me. You were made for me. I promise, my love,” he assured me. His hips moved, keeping up their rhythm and under my watchful stare, I realized more of him kept disappearing inside of me. He was right. I felt so full, I felt like it was impossible, but I was taking him. Each jerk of his hips brought us closer to completion.

When the worry slid away, pleasure replaced it. His hot length, the veins, and the more defined head, all worked to stimulate me. His thumb steadily strummed my clit, only it wasn’t his hand, it was his mind. The way he always seemed able to touch my body without actually touching it.

“Look, that’s all of me. Look at how perfect we are together,” he said, and my lashes fluttered open. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes, but I had, and I had to force myself to look again. Igasped at the sight of myself stretched wide around his thick intrusion. When he leaned closer, his pelvis brushed against mine, pressing against my clit.

It was perfect. He was right; I felt like we were two puzzle pieces clicking together, meant to be. Our bodies fit, and with each powerful thrust of his hips, I felt myself soaring higher. Soaring to heaven with my dragon. His phantom touches alternating with each thrust. I had no choice but to fly apart in his arms.

I moaned his name, stars bursting behind my eyelids and my body clenching down hard in flutters around him. He roared, his body straining above me, the sound rattling the windows. Then I felt it, his seed spurting out of him hotly, warmer than his cock; not painful, but definitely very noticeable. There was a lot of it too, dribbling out of me around his erection.

My mind spun, the pleasure still cascading through me, sweeping me away. Sending me spiraling out into the world as though I were unraveling, becoming one with the earth, with the power I’d inherited from my father. It was only his heat, his body caging me, impaling me, that kept me there, or I was sure I would have lost myself. But he was my anchor, and I knew in that moment that he always would be. Chardum was here to stay, ready to embed himself deeply in my heart the way he’d planted his seed in my belly; it made me happy.

Chapter 20

Chardum

My mate was sleeping deeply next to me, her soft breathing easing the rapid beat of my heart. She’d slipped into a deep sleep a few hours ago when we’d returned to bed after some late-night dinner. I had taken her three times. I would have taken her a fourth if not for the yawn that had cracked her jaw with an audible sound.

She was curled against my side, her expression peaceful, and her arms tightly hugging one of mine to her chest. She was adorable, and I wanted to stay there with her forever. But something was bothering me, a feeling of dread that I couldn’t shake. It hadn’t come over me until a few minutes ago and I’d lain there debating on whether I should wake her or not.

She had to be tired, physically exhausted after the workout we’d been up to. She hadn’t noticed it yet, but I’d seen the vines climb over the edge of the roof, curling over our window until a curtain of green covered the whole panel. Sex made her lose control of her burgeoning powers, and she’d covered the farmhouse almost entirely in plants by the third round.

When my skin broke out in goosebumps, I knew I could not ignore this feeling. Someone was invading our territory, breaching the remaining wards Zachary had set so long ago. I carefully started to untangle myself from my mate’s grip and the sheets around my legs. I’d just quickly check this out before I woke her; I would not bother her unless I was certain danger was approaching.

I balanced on my toes as I started crossing the room, trying my best not to make the floorboards creak beneath my substantial weight. A dragon in his two-legged form still weighed a lot, after all, not all that mass disappeared by sheer magic. I had almost made it to the door when I heard her breathing change, followed quickly by a sleepy “Where are you going?”

“There might be intruders. Stay while I check it out. I’ll be right back.” I waited only until she’d given me a quick, worried nod before I darted down the hallway to race for the front door. I didn’t bother with clothing, and as I wrenched the panel free from the grip of the plants that Rosy had covered it with, I was already starting my shift as I careened across the porch into the yard.

As a dragon, my senses were even keener, my eyes as sharp as an eagle’s. I could see the changes Rosy had wrought all over the area. The was house covered by a lush green carpet of climbing plants. I’d passed the living room where her potted plants had burst in an explosion of verdant green and flowers that covered the entire space. Several of the exhausted fruit trees on the other side of the barn had burst into blossoms and a thick carpet of grass covered the yard now.

When I swung into the air, I could see several giant pumpkins and squashes push for space in the vegetable patch, and a dozen tomato plants were bowing to the earth under the weight of the red fruit. It was more than I had expected to see, a demonstration of her power that showed she had far more potential than I had dreamed of. Was it enough to stop the invaders I could see sneaking through the woods above the cliffs?

I landed quietly, but Rosy was already outside and racing for my side. She’d dressed herself in jeans and a warm jacket, but her feet were bare. Her eyes glowed bright green in her pretty face, framed by wild bed hair curls. “On the cliff! I cansensethem, Char!” she announced. And as though she had done it a million times before, she scrambled up the side of my front paw and threw herself into a seat at the base of my neck. “Let’s knock some sense into them!”

Ah, how I loved those fighting words. “Yes, we’ll knock them all the way back to whatever rock they crawled out from under,”I agreed. I didn’t want to give away our approach, but a dragon landing in the woods was not a quiet affair unless there was an appropriately sized clearing. It meant that I had to take her directly to where the Galamut’s prison was located.

When I touched down, she leaped to the ground the way her father would have, her toes digging into the earth, her power tingling in the surrounding air. Once, long ago, a nymph just like her had been responsible for creating the prison this Galamut was trapped in. Only someone with the same powers could truly sense the state of the prison, figure out if it was holding, and if there were no cracks through which the evil could escape or be freed.

“Is it holding?”I asked inside her mind while I craned my head over the trees and used my sharp vision to locate the intruders. I could see some of them when I focused on my infrared senses, locating them by body heat. That worked well for the shifters, but the vampires ran cooler, and some other creatures blended completely; I couldn’t trust I had the right numbers.

At my side, Rosy had closed her eyes, her mouth curled with distaste as she focused on what was going on beneath her feet. Her brows pinched together the longer she stood there, a shiver racking her spine. “I don’t know! How can I tell?” she finally asked, a hint of panic threading through her voice. I cursed internally. She was so untrained. I should have made her stand here yesterday to teach her how to check on this. I’d just wanted to protect her from being that close to such evil for too long. But it was one of her tasks as a guardian of this place, bound to me like she was bound to this land as soon as she stepped foot on it.

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