Authors: Rebecca Airies
hands slipped down to her hips pulling her closer.
She shook her head, not sure if he was joking. “I should have found you? I hadn’t
even thought about a permanent man before you two came around. I was just a little
busy with other things.”
He laughed. “Give me a kiss and stop arguing.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, but he just sat there and waited. Now she
understood how he got his way. He simply waited and held on until everyone else gave
up. She hooked an arm around his neck and brushed her lips over his. His arms moved
up and his warm hands slid under her shirt. She eased closer to him, wanting to feel his
chest against her breasts. Her tongue slicked over his lips. She nipped at the fuller lower
one. His breath hissed out and his arm tightened.
“A real kiss, no teasing,” he growled.
She felt that rumble beneath her fingertips as her hand slid up his chest. A little
thrill slipped through her at that sign of his arousal. She loved that she had such a
strong effect on him. She didn’t tease. She wasn’t in the mood to play too much. Her
lips opened over his and she stroked her tongue over his lips. His mouth opened and
his hand cupped the back of her neck. She brushed her tongue against his. She wasn’t
about to let him take over. If he did, she wouldn’t be able to get it back until the next
time. She sucked at his tongue. He tasted so good, spicy and exciting.
She felt cool air on her breast and pulled back. He nipped at her lips but smiled as
he pushed her shirt off her shoulders. She pulled her hands free of the fabric, but she
wasn’t going to let him have all the fun. Working on the ties on his shirt, her fingers
fumbled. She couldn’t push his shirt wide as he’d done to her shirt. His shirt didn’t lace
to the bottom. She groaned when the shirt kept getting in her way. She pulled the shirt
up his chest. He took over and tugged the shirt off tossing it to the ground. Licking her
lips, she eyed the broad expanse of chest in front of her. She ran her hands over his ribs
and inward. The muscles beneath her fingers tensed and flexed. She loved feeling the
ripple beneath his skin. Her fingers flicked over the hard, dark brown nipples.
He groaned. His hands tightened as they smoothed up her waist. She almost
screamed as they stopped just below her rib cage. She wanted him to touch her. He lay
back on the couch, pulling her on top of him. He brushed her black hair over her
shoulder as she leaned over him. She needed to kiss him. Her lips settled over his, her
tongue stroking his. She lifted his hands to her breasts. He squeezed gently before his
hands slid down cupping the mounds. The flesh didn’t come close to filling his hands,
but he didn’t seem to mind. His brown eyes burned with desire. She felt the ridge of his
cock against her buttocks. She wanted to rip away the cloth separating them. She
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wriggled a little as she unfastened her skirt. She couldn’t get it past her thighs.
Frustrated, she used a little magic to remove the barrier.
“Slow down. We have plenty of time.” His hands stroked down over her buttocks.
“I’m just getting more comfortable. Wouldn’t you feel better if you were out of
those pants and in me?” She traced her tongue over the firm line of his lips.
He groaned. “Are you trying to make me crazy? I want that but we should go
slowly.”
She could tell he was trying hard to keep his control. Just knowing he felt the need
to hold onto his urges made her want to push him until that grip broke, but she sensed
there was something more behind the urge than just normal controlling tendencies. So
she decided to show him that she didn’t need the extra time he was insisting on.
Grasping one of his hands, she pulled it between them. Lifting her hips just a little, she
urged his fingers between the slick lips. His finger curled, stroking over her clit. She
gasped, releasing his hand to brace her hand on the couch near his shoulder. Her mouth
slid over his chin and down to his neck. She nibbled along the strong column to his
shoulder. Her tongue swirled and lapped at his slightly salty skin.
“We can go very slowly if you’ll just cooperate.” She felt a little wicked just
suggesting it. She’d never been so bold before but he seemed so restrained that she just
had to take some kind of action or he’d push them both to their limits.
He growled. She felt the rumble, thrilled at his response. She felt a tingle ripple over
her lower body and then they were flesh to flesh. He smiled and nudged her hips
backward. She rose onto her knees. His hand reached between them as she slowly
lowered herself. His cock nudged at her entrance. She felt the head slip inside, a flare of
sharp sweet sensation as the skin stretched. She lowered her body slowly. His hands
grasped her hips.
“Ride me. Slowly, and lean down. I want to taste those gorgeous breasts.” His eyes
locked on the full globes.
She rotated her hips grinning at him, then leaned down, lowering her breasts so
that he could reach them. His tongue flicked at the hard bead of her right nipple. She
licked her lips as anticipation curled through her. She rocked her hips, keeping the
strokes slow and shallow. Sparks and flutters of pleasure built inside her.
His fingers lightly brushed her cheek. “Close your eyes. I want you to focus on
what you feel.”
She looked into those determined eyes. He didn’t even seem to have doubts that
she’d follow those orders. His eyes dropped to her breasts as his hands cupped them,
urging them closer to his lips. The arrogant, bossy dragon would be in for a serious
disappointment sometime when she wasn’t in the mood to cooperate. She knew that it
would happen at some point. Right now, she was in the mood to be agreeable as long as
he didn’t stop touching her breasts. She shook her head and closed her eyes.
Without her sight, every sensation burned through her with surprising intensity.
Even the light puff of his breath across the slope of her breast sent sparkling prickles
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dancing over her skin. A slight wriggle of her hips shot a spike of heat straight to the
growing knot of hunger growing low in her belly. Her breath caught and she stilled as
shivers ripped up her spine.
Something slightly sharp scraped over her nipple. Sparks danced from that small
touch through her. She almost opened her eyes.
What was that?
It didn’t feel like a
fingernail. Trying to figure it out only made the sensation so much more intense. Her
back arched and she rocked against him. Need pulsed and writhed deep in her belly.
She wanted to ride him hard and fast until she came. Holding back was only pushing
the need higher.
“Samiel, it’s got to be now,” she whispered. Her fingers brushed over the fabric of
the couch trying to find something to hold. If he didn’t do something, she was going to
attack him.
He groaned and one of his hands slipped down to her hips as he lifted into those
slow strokes. His lips closed over the hard aching peak. A tremor ripped down her
spine as he tugged before taking the tip into his mouth. Her thighs tightened and she
pressed down against him. She bit her lip trying to hold back the need to come. She
couldn’t think beyond reaching the sweet explosion she needed.
“Be patient.” He grazed his teeth over the tight nipple.
So easy for him to say. He didn’t seem half as hungry as she was. Her body burned.
Each time she rose only inspired a need for more. Her inner muscles clenched. She tried
to ride him faster, but his hand tightened, restricting her movement. She groaned. He
drew hard on her breast and the sound became a harsh moan.
“More,” she demanded as she moved her hips in a slow circle. It was the only
movement he didn’t fully control.
“If you don’t stop torturing me, I’m going to open my eyes and take matters into
my hands. I don’t do frustration well.” She would have glared at him, but she knew he
couldn’t miss the hard tones.
His laughter sent vibrations through her breast. His hand left her breast and slid
down her belly. The muscles tightened a tingling trail following the slight scrape of his
nails. His hand slipped between them and stroked her clit.
“Come for me. Let me see you find your pleasure.” His finger moved in slow
circles, the pressure light.
The lazy strokes pushed her over the edge. She caught her breath, her eyes popping
open as a blast of heat slammed into her. His hand withdrew and clasped at her hips,
moving her on him. He came, his seed splashing into her. He stiffened beneath of her
and a strangled moan came as his hands continued to urge her to ride him.
Her mind slowly began working again as the pleasure faded. The more she
thought, the quicker the euphoria dissipated. She glared at him. He’d held onto control
right to the last. She pushed at his hands. When they fell away, she scrambled off him
and off the couch. Her anger rose. She felt used and that made her furious. He’d shown
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less passion than he would have shown to a whore. Aside from the fact that he’d found
sexual release, she didn’t know if he’d enjoyed it at all.
“By the Goddess’ gilded toes, what do you think you were doing?” She put her
hands on her hips and waited for answer. He would give her one. She wasn’t leaving
without it.
“What do you mean?” He sat up frowning, apparently just becoming aware that
she wasn’t happy.
“I mean that having sex with you made me feel cheap. Except for the fact that you
obviously came, I might as well have paid for it for all of the passion you gave me.” She
gritted her teeth and backed away from the couch as he came to his feet. She didn’t like
retreating, but she didn’t want to be close to him right now. The temptation to hurt him
was too strong.
His mouth fell open before a low growl rumbled through the room. “Explain.
Now.” The order fell between them like a huge stone.
“You controlled everything. What I did, what you did. You never let your desire get
out of control. Not even when I was wild and aching for you. When you came, you still
held control.” She fisted her hands.
“I gave you satisfaction.” He frowned.
“Argh…” She felt like pulling out her hair and throwing something. “I want more
than an orgasm. I want a man who knows how to relax and have fun with the pleasure.
I want to be able to give you as much enjoyment as I get out of it. But you’d never let
that happen would you?”
She shook her head, feeling tired, alone and a little sick. She knew he wouldn’t
listen to her.
He took a step forward, his hand lifting toward her. She stepped back, not willing
to let him touch her. He scowled. She could tell his anger was fast outpacing his
surprise. She knew she couldn’t be rational about this.
“What are you talking about?” One of his hands braced on his hip and the other
hung at his side. Even nude he looked formidable. She created some clothes, unwilling
to go around the room and pick hers off the floor. Being dressed made her feel a little
less vulnerable.
“I’m not willing to take whatever you think you can give me. I want emotion along
with the sex. I won’t accept less than all of you in that part of your life. If you can’t
handle that, then don’t come near me again.” She turned and stepped forward as she
created a spatial portal.
White light streaked by her in the dark tunnel. She took two steps forward as the
tunnel opened in front of the coven. She wearily trudged up the steps. For the first time
in days, she didn’t even think about returning to the library and researching. She
needed a bath and then to get out and do something. She didn’t want to stay and think
about what had happened. The wave of dejection and sheer helplessness wasn’t
something that was going to fade in a few moments. She needed to move.
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Meagan grimaced as an enraged
merdanon
roar ripped through the night. They’d
been spotted outside the walls just as the sun had set. She and some of the other witches
had hurried to transport the citizens who weren’t trained to fight to safety. Now there
was nothing left to do but wait until the Dark Sorcerer decided to make his move. She
was waiting, but it wasn’t patiently.
The seven creatures outside the walls would be the least of their problems. The
beasts would appear inside the walls when the sorcerer was ready to attack and there
would be more than seven. She hated the waiting. It was the hardest part. Once the
fighting began, she wouldn’t have time to do anything more than focus on clearing the
village. Now her mind was running in hundreds of different directions. A few of which
led to the dragon and vampire who claimed to be her mates.
She still didn’t completely believe that story about them being certain she was their
mate by the feel of her magic. They had seemed convinced, but she hadn’t seen either
one of the men since she’d had sex with Samiel. She’d expected to see him shortly after