Burning for the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Paranormal Romance (Fated Hearts Club Book 1) (6 page)

“Mmm. So tight. So hot.” His tongue swiped against her clit
and pleasure curled her toes. “So wet.”

“Luca!” Penelope dug her hands into his curly hair and held
on for dear life.

“Tell me what you like,
bella
. Tell me what you want.
I’ll eat this perfect pussy and fuck you so sweetly.”

Her pussy clamped down on his fingers. He pumped in and out
of her, slowly while she adjusted to the delicious invasion, then faster and
deeper. He mirrored the pace with his tongue, sucking and gently nibbling on
her swollen clit.

Penelope tried to meet each thrust, but she was lost in the
pleasure. She thrashed her head back and forth, spewing incomprehensible words.
Red-hot bliss devoured her from the inside and threatened to spill outward.
Luca kept urging her on, seeking that final piece of pleasure to send her
flying into rapturous oblivion.

“That’s it. Come for me, sweet. Let me taste more of your
delicious cream. Feel you tighten around my fingers. Can’t wait to feel you
around my cock.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Penelope moaned. Oblivion was one hard
thrust of his fingers away and she prepared for the jump.

It wound through her, curling her toes and arching her back.
Nerves she thought long dead buzzed to life, shining brightly like fireflies
against the night sky. She shattered into a thousand million pieces, spasming
around his fingers as he continued to pump into her and flutter his tongue
against her.

Luca gradually slowed his movements and brought her back
down to earth. She was suddenly glad they’d moved to the bed; she didn’t think
her legs would hold her had she been standing. Warmth slithered through her
limbs and she collapsed back in an exhausted, satisfied puddle.

***

Luca pulled his fingers from his mate. Her eyes were half
closed, but still on him. He couldn’t resist the treat of her taste, and popped
his fingers into his mouth to lick himself clean. He almost moaned at the taste
on his tongue. Only the thought of pushing his cock into her needy cunt kept
him from diving back for more.

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and slid from
between her thighs to stand once again on the floor. His hands worked at his
belt as he watched her watching him. Her cheeks were flushed, and the pink of
her release swept down her neck and over her chest. Her magnificent breasts
were ready for him to taste again, the tight little nipples begging for
attention. Soon, he silently promised.

His dragon was too present for any further delicacies. He
needed to be inside his mate, preferably marking her with his fangs. But no,
that would come later. When they had a chance to speak.

The tiny buttons of his shirt were too much for his clumsy
fingers. He tensed his shoulders and pulled at the neck of the fabric, sending
the horrible little bits of plastic scattering across the bed and floor.
Another rip at the waist of his pants, and the material pooled at his feet. He
toed off his shoes and placed his knee back on the bed.

“Penelope,
bella
, my mate.”

She brought her hands up to her breasts, cupping and
kneading the flesh to tempt him. She’d unhooked her bra and let it fall to the
side at some point while he undressed so that she was completely naked for his
perusal. The little minx.

She slid her feet up so her knees bent and butterflied open
for him. Her slick pussy called to him, and he still couldn’t decide if he
wanted to taste her or fuck her. The smile on her face was of a pure sex
goddess. He didn’t know if he’d be weeping or screaming by the time he was done
with her. Probably both.

His dragon growled for him to make his decision, and quick.
The damn thing wanted to roll in her scent, like a cat in a pile of catnip.
He’d never felt the animal so excited over another human. But then again, he’d
never met his mate.

“Luca…” She crooked a finger to lure him closer, and he
obeyed.

He knelt between her thighs and stroked his cock from root
to tip. Her eyes flicked to his movements and her little pink tongue darted out
to lick her lips.

Growling, Luca leaned over her and fit the velvety tip of
his cock to her wet entrance. The heat roared from her and up his shaft at just
the small touch. Fuck, he had to do better than a teenager. He tried to think
of mathematic equations and building plans, but Penelope was too distracting
and too delicious.

With a groan, he sank into her awaiting heat. Her slick
walls parted for him, sucking him in for more. The silky warmth clutched at him
as he went deeper, but his focus was on his mate’s face. Bliss like what she’d
felt before echoed across her features, her eyes fluttering closed and her lips
parting with swift gasps.

She tightened around him as a shudder ran through her body.
He groaned and pulled back, exhaling swiftly as she milked his length. He
wouldn’t force her open and cause her pain, but her sweet grasp threatened to
overwhelm him.

“So snug.”

“So big.” She hooked her feet around his waist and tugged
him back into her.

Luca groaned as she took every inch of him in one stroke.
His hips fit against hers and his balls rested against the plump swell of her
ass. He shifted slightly, catching her clit between their bodies and enjoying
the moan that escaped her lips.

But his mate wasn’t one for waiting. She rolled her hips along
his length. “Fuck me, Luca.”

There it was, her begging for him. It drove his dragon wild,
and his human side agreed. He wanted to please his mate, but he didn’t want to
disappoint. She was so tight and so warm and so wonderful.

He pulled out slowly and thrust harshly back into her. Slow
retreat, fast thrust. He repeated the motion and Penelope met his every push.
His balls ached and throbbed at each noise that he pulled from her.

“Luca, more,” she panted under him.

He bent down and captured her lips in another melding kiss,
slipping his tongue between her lips with the same rhythm he slid into her
pussy. She moaned into his mouth and he kept his pace, even against her bucking
hips. He had to grin at her demands. She’d make a wonderful Consort if she fought
against challenges as much as she fought against his slow tempo.

Breaking their kiss, he lowered his head to the sweet mounds
of her breasts that called to him. Her pebbled nipples beckoned him and he
caught one between his lips. His hips didn’t slow as he flicked his tongue
against the little nub.

“Feel so good,” he groaned around her flesh. His teeth
entered the fray and soon he fucked her sweet pussy while nipping and licking
at her breast.

Each suck and each hard thrust made her tighten around him.
Each spasm made his cock twitch in turn. She begged him again, her words lost
in the moans he pulled from her chest. His balls drew up against his body, but
he pushed on and ignored the thrumming ache for release.

“More. More. More.” Penelope moaned.

Switching sides and taking the other nipple in his mouth, he
thrust harder. He couldn’t keep his slow pace. Everything in him desired to
match her begged commands. The bed rocked around them, the frame slamming into
the wall at the top of each punishing drive.

Luca moaned when her cunt rippled around him. She was
everything he hoped for, all soft curves and need for good, solid fucking. His
mate didn’t want it slow and sweet. She wanted him rough and he would happily
oblige anytime she didn’t threaten to immediately push him over the edge.

He dug half-formed claws into the bed next to her head and
slammed into her. She screamed his name and he gave her more. More was what she
wanted; more was what she would get.

“Yes!” Penelope arched her back off the bed and her nails
dragged down his back. He wanted to wear her marks for the rest of his life.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

The bedframe pounded in time to his thrusts. Her breasts
bounced with each pound. Her pussy tightened and didn’t let go. He closed his
eyes against the pleasure of her tight embrace.

“So fucking good, my mate. Gonna fill you. Gonna come.”

The musky scent of their sex filled the air and mingled with
the wet slapping sounds of their movement. Her hips met his punishing thrusts.
Her lips parted with a smile when she wasn’t babbling and moaning under him. He
wasn’t sure which was a more beautiful sight.

Her cunt grabbed onto his dick and he swore. Her bouncing
breasts flushed again, turning her milky skin to a bright pink of pleasure. She
arched again, jackknifing into his chest as she milked him for all she was
worth.

“Luca!” She screamed.

It was all too much. Luca felt his control slipping away
from him like sand through his fingers. Her pleasure bounced through his skull
and his body. Every ripple and spasm of her release pushed him toward his own.
His muscles twitched and his hips jerked as he lost his rhythm.

With a roar, he locked their hips together in a final,
powerful drive into her impossibly tight pussy. The heat of her surrounding him
overcame all his control. He swelled inside her, twitching as she twitched,
pulsing as she pulsed, and panting as she panted.

It was only ironclad control that kept his fangs to himself.
He couldn’t mark her as his, not then. His dragon roared and spewed fire at
him, desiring nothing but to mark the woman beneath them as theirs. Theirs, and
only theirs. Luca snarled at the beast and beat it back into the corner of his
mind.

Still buried to the hilt in Penelope, he sank down and
pressed his forehead to her shoulder. That’s where he’d claim her, for the
entire world to see. He licked the spot in a weak imitation of the mark she’d
carry when she allowed him to mate her truly.

“Mmm.” Her voice was soft and tired.

“Mmm, indeed.” He rubbed his cheek against her. Some women didn’t
like the harsh scratch of his short beard, but she tilted her head to give him
more room.

She was gorgeous. Everything he wanted and needed rolled
into one delightful package. Now he just needed to convince her to let him sink
his fangs into her and complete the mating ritual.

“My mate—”

She rolled her hips. His eyes crossed and his cock twitched
to life in her sheath.

Talking could come later.

The hunger woke Penelope. Her stomach rumbled loud enough to
startle herself out of sleep. She was surprised when she turned over to find
Luca still dead to the world. She curled in on herself with determination to
wait for him to wake. If she waited, then there was a high chance of a morning
repeat to their night.

Her stomach had other ideas. After a night of intense bodily
workout, she was in need of a recharge of the tasty variety. And quick. She
pressed her hands against the next rumble that threatened to summon the police
for a noise complaint.

“Quit your bellyaching,” she ordered her body. Maybe if she
spoke, Luca would wake.

A quick glance to her side showed he hadn’t moved an inch.

She poked his side. He grumbled something unintelligible and
rolled away from her, but his breathing didn’t change. If she weren’t so
hungry, she’d find his need for sleep endearing.

Well, if there was no waking the dead, then her only option
was to hunt and gather for herself.

She rolled out of bed and immediately stumbled when her feet
hit the ground several inches further than she anticipated. She caught herself
on the nightstand, where loose coins and his phone jangled together. Another
peek at Luca showed he still hadn’t returned to the world of the living.

With a huff, Penelope draped one of his shirts over her
frame and buttoned a small handful of buttons. She smiled at her own
reflection. Sex goddess didn’t begin to describe how messy her hair looked. The
braid had only partially come undone, but strands of hair were sticking up all
over. Fucking for the good of girlkind looked good on her.

She stomped out of the bedroom and through the main room.
The view was as impressive as she imagined the night before. The glass panes
ran from floor to ceiling and ran the length of one entire wall. She wondered
if they were on the top floor of the building. The city spread out below the
building and even the next highest skyscraper was still lower than Luca’s
apartment. His dragon probably liked the view, too.

She trailed her hands down the rich leather of his huge,
comfortable couch. It was definitely something that would be featured in style
magazines of the rich and famous, but it looked like it was well used. The
magazines always appeared so staged and uncomfortable, but she could imagine
Luca chilling on the couch with friends gathered around to watch the large television
mounted on the wall.

The open floor plan tucked the kitchen away in a corner. A
breakfast bar topped with a thick slab of granite, if her supermarket magazine
browsing had taught her anything, cordoned it off from the rest of the space.
The cabinets were a dark, rich red that matched the heavy furniture of his
living room. All the appliances were shiny silver and black. While her fridge
clunked and hummed in equal ferocity, there was utter silence in his kitchen.

For once in her life, the rich lifestyle didn’t intimidate
her. She didn’t feel anxiety creeping up her spine and ready to sink sharp
needles into her mind. This was all Luca, and Luca was wonderful. They were at
opposite ends of the financial spectrum and it didn’t bother her.

The only thing that bothered her was the sheer number of
cabinets she needed to look through to find a frying pan. She wondered just how
often he ate out because most of the cabinets were bare of food or cooking
implements. Perhaps she’d be able to talk him into having more meals at home
and owning more than one large pan.

The thought gave her pause as she searched through the
fridge. She’d gone home with him expecting it to be a one-night deal. She hoped
for more but made her peace with the likelihood that she wouldn’t see him
again. Now she was planning their morning breakfasts and evening meals.

He had called her his mate… She didn’t know much about
shifters, but he said the word in such a charged way that hinted at much more
than a casual night together.

The fluttering butterflies in her stomach took flight at the
possibility of more with Luca. Sexy, wonderful Luca.

She’d just finished putting a carton of eggs on the counter
when the jiggling of a door handle caught her attention. She glanced back to
the bedroom, but the door remained closed. The front door, however, opened wide
and let in a striking woman. Penelope froze with the fridge door open behind
her. The cool blast of air offset the heat in her cheeks.

She was tall. Penelope was short. She looked like she could
take down ten black belt martial artists with the flick of her hand. Penelope
was…. well, curvy. Big and curvy. She knew her anxiety magnified her
perception, but she was sure the other woman could easily fit into one of her
pant legs.

If she’d been wearing pants. Her fingers quickly worked at
the rest of the buttons of Luca’s shirt. Thankfully he was taller than her, and
though the material strained around her bust, it hung to her thighs so there
was no chance she’d be flashing the newcomer.

The door of the fridge shut behind her. Penelope jumped, and
the woman turned her head toward her. Her full lips turned into a vicious scowl
in a second.

As quickly as Penelope sized her up, the woman did the same.
She found her wanting. Penelope could hear the whispers of the women at the
restaurant all over again. The woman thought her much too big and plain to be
with a man like Luca.

It made her angry. How dare this woman stroll right into
Luca’s apartment like she owned the place. How dare she try to make Penelope
feel small with just her eyes. She straightened under the woman’s gaze and
smoothed her hands down her hips. Luca hadn’t minded her curves one bit.

But the dark voice in her head had something to say. It’d
been quiet when she saw the rich decor that Luca lived in. It stayed silent
when she dared to hope for more than a one-time fling with the man. It swooped
in and now called attention to the woman’s key and her tall, fit body. Maybe
curves weren’t the only thing Luca enjoyed.

The woman stalked through the apartment. Her dark hair was
loose around her shoulders and looked like the mane of a lion about to pounce.
Her eyes were anything but normal and black ate up all color inside them.

Shifter. A pissed off one, to boot.

Penelope tried to stand her ground. She didn’t want to let
the woman bully her, but what chance did she stand against someone who could
turn their fingers into claws and teeth into fangs? Luca could have carved her
up last night, but was gentle when he tore her dress away from her body. She
doubted the woman would be so kind.

The woman pressed her back. Her skin bit painfully into the
counter, but the woman didn’t let up. She bent low and inhaled the length of
Penelope’s neck. Penelope tried to squirm away, but the woman held her locked between
her arms.

“You were with him.” Her voice was filled with hatred and
loathing.

Penelope met the pure black eyes with a lifted chin. The
woman was just as awful and entitled as her former boss. She was tired of other
women claiming the people in her life and she was tired of men taking them up
on the offer. Did loyalty no longer exist in the world?

But did she have a claim over Luca? Her eyes flicked down to
the key still in the woman’s hand.

“Leave her alone, Alexa.”

The sharp command jerked both of their heads toward the
newcomer. Penelope flushed with relief and fought against the wave of arousal
that rode through her. Only a tight pair of briefs that slung low on his hips
and did nothing to conceal the heavy length hidden inside covered his bare body.
Luca would certainly rescue her and they could continue their morning. Alone.

Then she remembered how familiar the name sounded on his
tongue and the stinking words that had spewed from the woman’s mouth.

It was a nightmare come to life.

“Luca,” Alexa purred. She let go of Penelope and swayed her
way to Luca.

He stepped past her and took Penelope in his arms. “Are you
okay? She didn’t harm you, did she?”

“Harm me? Who the hell is she?” She demanded and scrambled
away from them both.

“Luca and I are...intensely involved,” Alexa smirked.

“Were. Were involved. Not anymore.” Luca’s jaw tightened and
a vein stood out on his forehead.

Penelope exchanged venomous looks between them before
settling on Luca. “Does she know that?”

“Yes.” Luca glared.

“Why, of course not,” Alexa spoke over him and pasted a dumb
smile on her face.

Her chin quivered, but she bit her tongue to hold back the
cry of despair she wanted to wail. She would not collapse in front of them.

She turned on her heel and rushed back into the bedroom.
Luca tried to follow her, but she shut the door in his face and turned the
lock. Not that it would stop the dragon if he so wanted, but at least it would
be something to stand in his way.

She started to gather her dress and found the tattered
remains. Her panties were not much better, but at least her bra was intact.

“Dammit. Shit,” she muttered as she surveyed her options.
She wouldn’t go racing naked into the street, but she needed to get home.

“Penelope, please open the door. Let’s talk about this.” Luca’s
voice was thick with emotion even through the door.

She glanced down at the shirt she wore. If she could
unbutton the top and wiggle her arms out… Thank God for DIY.

She fastened the shirt around her top and twisted the
dangling sleeves around her waist to tie in a bow at her back. Anyone looking
close enough would see a walk of shame outfit of epic proportions, but it would
get her home without a public indecency charge.

She planted her feet in her heels and took a few quick
breaths of courage before opening the door. She ducked under Luca’s arms braced
against the frame and made a quick dash for the door.

“Penelope!” Luca called after her.

“Oh, Luca, let her go. Clearly, she’s not worth your time.”
The woman’s tinkling laugh made her ears red.

Penelope wanted nothing more than to turn around and give
them both the finger and an earful of foul language. She just didn’t trust
herself to get through her speech without her voice cracking and tears
streaming down her face. She was already a mess; she didn’t need to add mascara
lines to the mix.

She slammed the door behind her and prayed the elevator
would arrive before Luca chased her into the hall.

***

Alexa blocked his path as he tried to follow Penelope into
the hallway. Maybe he could still talk her down and back into his apartment.
They could throw Alexa off the roof together.

He pushed Alexa aside and opened his front door just as the
elevator closed. He punched the button to try and force it back open, but the
descending numbers taunted him. Penelope was slipping away as surely as the
elevator sank down the building.

He stalked back into his apartment. The door shattered
behind him with the force of his slam.

Luca turned furious eyes on Alexa. She settled on his couch
and hooked an ankle over her knee. Her skirt hiked up in what he was sure was a
deliberate attempt to lure him in.

How had he ever wanted a life with her? She smelled of
desperation under her thin veneer of confidence. She was all hard planes in
body and soul, where Penelope was soft and good.

“Get out.” He ordered.

“You’re not even going to ask me why I’m in town?” She asked
sweetly.

It’d taken too long for him to figure out that Alexa desired
power more than any one person. She attached herself to the most viable
prospect that would further her own reach. He didn’t care why she was there; he
already knew.

He’d been worried when she didn’t cleave herself to him at
his brother’s funeral. So many other women of the court had tried to snare him.
She had simply been biding her time. She let him settle in with the knowledge
that he would need to take a mate, and now she appeared.

She wouldn’t care that he’d already made his decision.

“Well, since you asked. I’m here to check in on the search
for your mate. You wouldn’t want to make the wrong choice when it comes to
picking our next consort.”

Implying, of course, that any choice but Alexa would be the
wrong choice.

“Leave.” He ordered again. He allowed some of his dragon’s
anger to enter his voice. Twin trails of smoke exited his nostrils at the end
of the word.

Alexa only sighed. “I knew this would happen. You de Rege
boys just don’t know how to find someone worthy.”

“Do not speak of him.” His tone held more than a hint of
warning.

He felt too naked under her eyes. Penelope wouldn’t like him
showing off for other women, just as surely as he would be upset if she were in
a similar state of undress in front of other men. His dragon hissed at the
possibility.

He ignored Alexa and padded toward his bedroom. Reminders of
Penelope were everywhere. Her scent was heavy in the air. Her discarded clothes
were still on the floor. His poor mate had left in such a disheveled state and
he was to blame. If he had kept his claws to himself, she would have had more
clothes than just his shirt to wear.

He pulled pants and a shirt from his closet and yanked them on
his body. He needed armor to stand against Alexa. She was a fierce fighter in
dragon form, but he was equally wary of her human form.

He stepped out of his closet and found she’d snuck into the
room behind him. She lounged long on the bed mussed from his night with
Penelope. Instead of his mate beckoning him back to bed, his ex-lover fluttered
her eyelashes at him and pat the bed next to her.

Rage fueled his movement. He rushed across the space and hauled
Alexa off his bed. He slammed her into the wall, hand wrapped around her
throat. He wanted nothing more than to wring the life from her. “You come into
the lair of your king—”