Page 9 of Her Fierce Dragon
“What are you doing?”
“If you have to ask, I’m not doing it right,” he growled and thrust his fingers deeper.
Moisture slipped out of her core. Feno slid another finger into her, stretching her. Her legs trembled while he worked her. Her muscles grew tight, and her orgasm slowly rolled through her. She closed her eyes tight and would have sworn her body had taken off to the sky. Stars surrounded her, and she allowed her orgasm to take her.
Her body relaxed on the bed, her legs falling wide open. Feno climbed over her and settled in her valley. She opened her eyes and stared into his. He lined himself up to her opening. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her, gathering some of her release and groaned, sliding fully into her with one thrust.
Their eyes remained locked. He moved. She reached up and locked her fingers behind his head and brought his face to hers for a passionate kiss. Their bodies moved in sync, and they both fell apart.
Feno poured himself inside her before his body collapsed on top of hers. She held him close to her and kept her legs wrapped around him tight, not wanting him to pull out of her. She felt complete and whole with him inside her.
Once he helped her find her grandmother, she didn’t know if she would be able to let this shifter go.
“So what cluesdo you have that led you to Westwend?” Feno sat across from Willow.
They had finally made their way out of his bedroom.
If they were going to search for Delia, they would have to start off by leaving the bedroom. As much as he loved tasting what was between her thighs, he certainly wouldn’t find her grandmother there.
“I had a dream,” Willow announced, sitting back in the plush chair.
“A dream?” he asked. He rubbed his face, cringing at the stubble that met his hands.
She’d come all the way to Westwend because of a dream?
“I’m a powerful witch, as is my grandmother. Her voice whispered to me repeatedly, and I dreamt of the town for a week straight.”
“You’re sure it was your grandmother talking to you through your dream?” He knew Delia was very powerful, but could she really reach out to her granddaughter through a dream?
As if sensing Feno’s doubt, Willow explained. “My parents disowned me when I was a little girl because I was a witch. For some strange reason, my mother doesn’t have our gifts. She should, but she doesn’t. My father brainwashed my mother into believing that witches were evil spawns from Hell. So they sent me to live with my grandmother. Delia and my uncle took me in and raised me. They sensed that I was going to be a powerful witch, which I’m not arrogant when I say that I am.”
“And the elders of your coven don’t appreciate that you’re probably more powerful than them, and younger.” He looked over at her to see her nod.
“They’ve been trying to do everything in their power to ban me. Now that Delia’s been kidnapped, they’re trying to blame it on me. My uncle is the only reason I’m not already banned. In order to ban a witch from the coven in the absence of the high priestess, all the elders have to agree. Of course, Uncle Tade wouldn’t banish me.”
“How long has Delia been missing?” Feno stood and paced. He may have to call Vander and Jodos in on this. The more dragons they had to find Delia, the better. They could quickly find her and bring her to safety, then Feno could concentrate on mating with Willow.
“A week and a half,” she answered, watching him. “Can I ask you a question?”
He paused his pacing and eyed her warily. He knew the questions that would be coming. He would never lie to his mate.
A dragon was to cherish his mate, protect his mate, provide for his mate, and spoil his mate. He refused to start off their relationship by telling her untruths. Whatever she wanted to know, he would be an open book.
“Your power…it’s the strongest I’ve ever encountered. You’re no regular shifter. What are you?” Her eyes were brimming with curiosity.
“Dragon.”
Her head jerked back, as if he’d just hit her in the face. Slowly standing from her chair, she walked over and stopped in front of him. Staring into his eyes, she raised her hand and held it in front of him. His dragon wanted him to move so her hand could connect with him.
He could feel the heat of her power at her fingertips, but it was waning. He knew Delia pulled her powers from the moon, and he assumed Willow would be the same. He knew where he could take her to get her closer to the moon to rejuvenate her powers.
Dragonstone Hold.
His castle in the mountains.
“But dragons are a myth. At least that’s what I’ve always been told.”
“We’ve always been around. It’s been too dangerous for us to be out in the open over the centuries. But even though we’ve stayed hidden, we’ve been protectors of the human race and paranormals.”
