Page 21 of Dragon Dreaming (Dragon Intelligence Agency 2)

Chapter Eight

Breaking every speed limit between DIAHeadquarters and the MacAllen Ranch, Donovan finally put on his light and siren, justifying his actions when Lottie laughed by saying, “Darlin’, this is one hell of an emergency. My heart may stop beating if I don’t make love to you as soon as possible.”

Coming in the back way to avoid any and all of his inherited family, he drove all the way up to the back door, jumped out of the car, slid across the hood, and had Lottie in his arms in two-point-two seconds. In through the kitchen and up the stairs, he didn’t stop until the door to their bedroom clicked shut.

Voice cracking as he lowered his lips to hers, Donovan stopped just as his lips touched Lottie's, promising, "Tá tú mo ghrá eternal. Ta' mo chroi istigh ionat."

No longer able to hold back, he captured his Mate's lips in an all-encompassing, totally enraptured kiss of heat and passion that laid both their souls open to the miracle of their Mating. Gasping into their kiss at the same time as Lottie and as something stung the left side of his neck, Donovan pulled his Mate closer still. Teasing and tasting his way across her jaw and down her neck, he lavished her Mating mark – a perfect set of Dragon Wings with the flowing mane of her Sleipnir Mare adorning the bottom row of scales - until all thoughts of anything, but their naked bodies loving one another filled both their minds.

Loving that Lottie moaned at the loss as he pulled away, Van smiled when she batted her eyes, teasing in a smoky, sexy tone, "What are you up to, Mr. Cross?"

"Just loving you more with every beat of my heart, Mrs. Cross. Like the Goddess said, it’s what I was made to do."

Roaming her beautifully full curves, loving the way her softness melded perfectly into the hard planes of his body, Van was happier than he ever knew was possible. Every time with Lottie was better than the last. Sliding his hands under the soft cotton of her T-shirt, he groaned as the magical currents of their connection skittered up his arm.

Falling onto the bed on his back with Lottie in his arms, he rolled them over, pressing his body into hers, deepening their kiss until they were almost one. Fire tore through his veins, and his heart beat out of control when his spectacular Sleipnir Mare gasped into his kiss, her fingernails digging into his back and her hips rolling against the hard length of his erection.

Gripping the round, firm cheeks of her ass as their tongues slid along one another, Van completely forgot to breathe when Lottie wound her legs around his waist. Daig's growl shook the depths of the Guardsman's soul and was immediately answered by Astrid’s urgent whinny. The need of all beings great and small to be one with their Mates overriding all thought and reason.

Pushing her shirt up her back, Van groaned in ecstasy as the softness of her stomach touched the muscles of his own. The need to feel every inch of her smooth, silken skin warming his own demanded that he tear his lips from hers and rip the shirt from her body before immediately returning to the haven of the one and only love of his life.

Forcing air into his lungs as Lottie's hands slid around his ribs and her nails left fiery trails of passion down his back, Van’s eyes rolled back in his head when she mewled in ecstasy, moving her hips against his throbbing cock. Tearing his mouth from hers, he kissed across her jaw, taking her earlobe between his teeth and gasping, "I love you, Lottie Cross. Need you… want you… desire to have all of you more than I have ever desired anything in all my life."

Her answering moan and the strength of her grip on his shoulders had his cock pushing against the zipper of his jeans with such gusto that Van knew it would be permanently marked for the rest of eternity. With his mind swimming and his Dragon roaring, he could barely breathe as the need to be one with his Mate, the woman wearing his mark, became unbearable.

Her fingers tangling in his hair, Lottie moaned, "Oh my God, yes, Donovan. Yes, please… I want you… I need you… I love you with all my heart."

Keeping his lips tight to hers, his hands still on her ass, Van got to his feet. With the most wonderful woman in the whole damned world wrapped tightly around his body, he proudly strode to the bathroom before begrudgingly letting her shapely legs slide down his body. Breaking their kiss, he used his preternatural speed to strip them both naked, then start the water in the oversized tub he’d had installed with Lottie in mind.

Knowing beyond all doubt he would always want his Mate as much as he wanted her at that moment, Van picked Lottie up and stepped into the tub, inhaling her heavenly scent and marking her with his own. Smiling as goosebumps danced up and down her gorgeous body as the hot water touched her flesh, he panted as the soft curls covering her mound teased his hard cock.

All but falling onto the bench seat wrapping around the inside of the tub, Van wrapped his hands around her waist, pulled his lips from hers, and while looking deep into her brilliant blue eyes, positioned the head of his cock against the quivering lips of her pussy. Holding completely still with Daig pushing to keep going, Van’s tone was more growl than voice as he proclaimed, "You are mine, Carlotta Dalgaard-Cross. Never was there another. Never will there be another. You are my one and only, now and forever, until the end of time and into the Heavens."

With a gleam in her eye and smile on her kiss-swollen lips, Lottie cocked a single eyebrow. "You have no clue, Dragon Man. I'm never letting you out of my sight. You have my heart, my soul, and my body. I am yours and you are mine." Pushing her body down until just the tip of his cock slid inside her wet, throbbing pussy, she breathed, “Now and forever, Donovan Cross, now and forever.”

Her words, just like the woman herself, utterly captivated and completely astounded him. Thrusting his hips forward, he met Lottie’s downward motion, driving his cock into her pussy until he could go no further. Loving the feel of her body stretching to accommodate his, Van watched in wonder as his miraculous Mate threw back her head and rolled her hips, repeating his name over and over like a prayer to the Heavens.

"Look at me, Lottie,” he demanded, his voice rough and ragged even to his own ears. “Look at the man who loves you more than life itself. Who will do anything you ask, always be by your side, and cherish you with every beat of his heart."

As her head snapped forward and her eyes speared him with a look of white-hot desire and need, Van lifted Lottie until he almost fell from her body, immediately thrusting back into her warm, wet pussy as she pushed down onto him. Frantic and frenzied, over and over, their bodies met, water splashing onto the floor, the fire within pushing them towards an explosive, all-encompassing climax.

Lottie's hands were everywhere. She teased and taunted his body, making Daig roar in ecstasy and the mating mark on Van's throat flare to life. Nipping at his jaw, she kissed behind his ear, lavished his neck, whispering, "More… faster… I need… I need… oh, sweet Heavens… I need…"

"What is it, Lottie,mo ghrá? What do you need?" Struggling to speak as his canines lengthened and the scales of his Dragon appeared on the backs of his hands, Van's need to mark his Mate with his teeth pushed his every action.

"I need… you… Only… ever… you."

Lifting her a bit higher, Van tilted his hips. The change in position let the head of his cock rub the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her channel as his hips bumped her clit. Lottie's movements became desperate, her nails bit deeper still into the skin of his shoulders as she struggled to breathe.

Moving furiously in and out of the haven of her heavenly body, Van could no longer resist the call of his Dragon, his Mate, and the Mating of the one who held his soul within her own. Kissing down the elegant column of her neck, he reached the pounding of her pulse just under the Universe's mark of Blessing. Need exploded in every cell of his body. There would never be another who affected him so. The time to mark his Mate was at hand, and just like Fate, Donovan Cross would not be denied.

Licking her pulse one last time, he slid his canines into her skin, throwing them both into a life-affirming climax whose flames licked at their souls with the fervor of an out-of-control wildfire. Throwing back her head, Lottie screamed his name to the Heavens, her pussy milking his cock in sync with their beating hearts, as he bathed her insides with the heat of his release.

Lifting his head from her neck, Van looked into the lazy eyes of the woman who'd claimed not only his heart but also his soul and that of his Dragon's. He could see their future, the happily ever after promised to every one of the Universe's Winged Warriors going on forever and ever.

He grinned as her hand lazily touched the Mating mark on her neck, his pride shining almost as brightly as Daig's scales in the moonlight. He wanted the world to know he loved every single thing about Lottie Cross.

Chuckling as she collapsed against his chest, Van sighed happily, enjoying the way her body continued to shiver and shake with mini orgasms that tickled them both. Feeling his cock once again hardening within her, he barked with laughter when his beautiful Sleipnir Shifter raised her head and yelped in shock, "Are you serious? Again? You are insatiable."

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