DragonMate (7 page)

His hips bucked, denying his intent even as he reached down to pull her to her feet.

They jerked again, humping air, as he lifted and pressed her to the wall.

His cock screamed in protest at being denied the feel of her wet mouth. But it was mollified when he found her opening and thrust all the way inside, hard and deep, his penis fully dragon.

“That feels so good,” Jazzlyn said, wrapping her arms and legs around him, seeking his mouth with hers.

He took her lips as fiercely as he took her cunt. He plundered her mouth with his tongue as his cock pounded mercilessly into her channel, the water lashing them, trapping them in steamy intimacy and heated sensation until they both cried out in release.

Chapter Six

“None of the vehicles are in the driveway,” Kirill said as they got within sight of the house they’d visited earlier.

“One of them might be in the garage.”

He didn’t think it boded well for Jazzlyn’s cousin if her car had been removed from sight intentionally. “It’s possible.”

Jazzlyn parked where she had on their initial visit. But when she would have turned the engine off, he stopped her with the touch of his hand to hers, and hid a satisfied smile at having thought of a way to ensure she would remain in the car without having to do battle with her. “Leave it running. One way or another, I intend to enter the house and learn what I can about your cousin’s whereabouts and condition. Be ready to drive away.”

“I can’t ask you to break into Mark’s house.”

Kirill chuckled. He doubted such a thing would be necessary. Dragons excelled at entering without breaking. It was an essential skill for beings who loved adding treasure to their hoards.

“It might be the only way to learn something,” he said. “This might be the only opportunity we have to do so.”

Worry clouded her eyes, a concern that warmed him to his toes because he knew it was for him and not her cousin. “I’ll go with you,” she said, turning off the car’s engine to emphasize her intention.

Fear flashed through him, followed by pride. Despite the confident sound of her voice, he could smell her fear at the prospect of entering the house.

Kirill trapped her against the door with his body. His instinct was to demand and dominate, to insist with a show of strength and flash of dragon fire. But his feelings for her led him to tender kisses and gentle touches, to a whispered, “Trust me to do this for you, Jazzlyn.”

“I don’t want you hurt or in trouble.”

“I’ll take care so neither happens.” He cupped her breast and was immediately rewarded by the scent of fear yielding to that of willing desire. “Promise to stay in the car so I won’t have to worry about your safety.”

Her laugh was husky, shaky. “You’re not fighting fair.”

Happiness filled him at her teasing. In all the centuries since he’d first glimpsed her image in the mirror, he’d been consumed with thoughts of ridding himself of the curse so he could claim her physically. He’d never imagined the pleasure to be had in verbal sparring.

“I’ll allow you the opportunity for a rematch,” he said, luxuriating in the warmth of her caring as her heart pounded beneath his palm.

“Go,” she whispered.

“Promise you’ll remain in the car.”

What he really wanted was to make her promise she would leave immediately should Mark return, but he doubted he could win that battle.

“I promise.”

“I’ll be back in a matter of minutes,” he said, giving her a hard kiss before leaving the car.

His approach to the front door was unhurried. He had no intention of skulking around, looking for a way in that wouldn’t be observed. The covenants the supernaturals had agreed upon when they began returning to this world to play and explore might have forced his magic into a human shape, but at least he could still use some of it.

The only good thing to have come from the sorcerer’s curse was that as a result of it, he had spent centuries studying magical tomes and practicing some of the more useful of the things he learned—not without a mishap or two—the most glaring of which was the way his eyes changed color, displaying his emotions when he was in the dragon realm, though thankfully it wasn’t a concern in this magic-poor one.

A touch of his hand to the front door, accompanied by intricate gestures using the other one and a softly spoken spell, and he knew the house was empty. Another incantation and the simplicity of the door’s locks were revealed, their image communicated through his fingertips.

Had the locks been complicated, knowledge of the spell would have saved considerable time. As it was, he used commonly known sigils accompanied by dragon will, and with a satisfying click, the locks disengaged.

Kirill resisted the urge to look back at Jazzlyn as he opened the door and entered the house. He moved quickly from room to room, his speed a reflection of his desire to get back to his mate.

Scents assailed him. Perfume and cologne. Food and furniture. All of them normal. None of them hinting of blood or violence.

In the bedroom he was greeted by the smell of sex. The comforter was bunched and wrinkled, with a small indentation in the center of the mattress where Carolyn and Mark had lain.

On a nightstand next to the bed were two empty wineglasses. As he bent to open the nightstand drawer, it brought his nose close to them.

He caught a whiff other than wine. A drug maybe?

Kirill carefully sniffed the rim of each glass, but the scent of whatever had been mixed with the wine was unfamiliar. Its presence troubled him. It could mean something. Or nothing. It wasn’t uncommon for humans to use alcohol and drugs together for entertainment purposes.

The nightstand drawer contained sex toys. Items of bondage for the most part.

His cock stirred to life as he imagined Jazzlyn kneeling in front of him with her hands bound behind her back, her eyes pleading with him to give her permission to press her lips to his shaft.

A shudder of need accompanied the thought of her lying down and spreading her legs, her slit parted and wet as she willingly submitted to his desire to tether her to the bedposts.

Kirill closed the nightstand drawer and turned away, forcibly shutting his mind to the erotic fantasies cascading through it.

A second bedroom had been converted into an office. A photograph on the desk caught his attention. Mark stood on a boat dock with his arms around a woman. There was a faint resemblance to Jazzlyn, enough so Kirill knew he was looking at Caro.

Both she and Mark were smiling for the camera, seemingly happy and carefree. Fingerprints smudged the frame, as though it was often handled.

Kirill searched through the drawers. He found nothing that would either lead him to Jazzlyn’s cousin or indicate whether she was in trouble or not. As he turned to leave his gaze caught on the picture. Impulsively he picked it up and took it with him, careful to touch only the portion that kept it upright.

At the front door he paused only long enough to use different sigils coupled with his will to engage the lock. Then he hurried to the car where Jazzlyn had the engine running.

“Anything?” she asked, pulling away from the curb.

“No signs of violence or trouble.” His thoughts hesitated on the wineglass with its odd scent. He didn’t want to alarm Jazzlyn, and yet without knowing more about her cousin, he couldn’t determine whether or not the combination of wine and something else was significant or not.

“This is Carolyn?” he asked, tilting the picture so she could glance at it.

“Yes.”

He watched Jazzlyn carefully for her reaction as he said, “There were wineglasses next to the bed. I thought perhaps there were traces of a chemical substance there, too.”

Her shoulders sagged and a sigh escaped. Her scent spoke of frustration and disappointment, not alarm. “I don’t think she’s an addict. But it’s not a stretch to believe she does recreational drugs. The club where she works attracts the kind of people who like to show off by flashings drugs along with their diamonds and rolls of walking-around cash.”

Kirill cursed silently. His mate would be better off in the dragon’s realm, away from this cousin and worries over her. If it were left to him, they’d leave as soon as he could get Jazzlyn alone and rake his mating spurs across her flesh. But since that wasn’t an option, he would insist she think about her cousin
only
when there was action to be taken. And he would enforce his will with carnal demands that left no room for any emotion other than pleasure.

His body reacted to his silent pledge, his mind lingering on images of Jazzlyn naked beneath him. It took him a moment to realize they weren’t heading in the direction of her apartment.

“We’re returning to Inner Magick?” he guessed.

“Yes.”

Jazzlyn’s phone was on the seat next to her. She picked it up and called the half-elf, telling her about the encounter with Mark as well as the conversation with Carolyn.

Kirill wanted to be aggravated by Aislinn’s interference. If not for her promise to Jazzlyn, then his mate would already be safely ensconced in his lair.

And yet…

Heated pleasure coursed through his bloodstream as various scenes from the day flickered through his mind. He had to admit that he was enjoying getting to know his mate while she was in her own world.

His gaze traveled over her. Leisurely. Possessively. Satisfaction curled around his cock as her nipples hardened to press against her thin blouse and a flush rose to her cheeks.

“Aislinn will meet us at the shop,” Jazzlyn said, closing the phone and trying not to think about just how obvious it was going to be that she and Kirill were already lovers.

She’ll expect it
, an internal voice prompted.
She was there when the mirror responded to your touch and Kirill’s presence.

Jazzlyn’s palms grew damp on the steering wheel. If she didn’t trust Aislinn, she’d have to give serious consideration to the idea she’d been hypnotized and today was all about how vulnerable she was to the power of suggestion. There was no way to explain today’s events rationally—especially the event encompassing meeting Kirill and becoming intimate with him so quickly.

A flutter went through her belly. Heated desire slid from her channel as she remembered the way he’d used his mouth and tongue on her cunt, how he’d taken her on the bed and in the shower, making her believe while he did it that she really did belong to him.

“You’re thinking about us together,” he said, closing the distance between them, his fingers brushing over a taut, aching nipple.

It felt so good. Distractingly good.

“Don’t,” she said, her body screaming an entirely different thing. “I need to pay attention to my driving.”

His laugh was masculine and pleased. But he retreated, giving her space until they reached Inner Magick. Then he took her hand in his and escorted her into the shop.

As Aislinn locked the door behind them, Jazzlyn was drawn to the mirror. It was mounted on the wall above a display case containing beautifully crafted rune sets, some in stone and some in wood. They made her think of Alex’s fetishes.

Kirill stood behind her, his hands on her sides, his image captured along with hers. Curiosity made her touch the heartmate stones. They remained cool and clear underneath her fingertips, he remained human instead of dragon.

Even so, she knew she hadn’t imagined what happened earlier. Her creativity was limited to jewelry design, not flights of personal fantasy. Besides, too much had happened since stepping into Aislinn’s shop the first time for her to pretend she still saw the world in exactly the same way.

Her eyes met Kirill’s in the mirror and her pulse sped up. When Alexandria got back in town, she’d tell her about the mirror. Not that Alex would need an excuse to stop by, but maybe Aislinn would be interested in carrying some of her fetishes.

Aislinn joined them. “There’s no need for it to react to your presence again, if that’s what you’re wondering about.”

“I was,” Jazzlyn said, and found she couldn’t turn away without hesitantly mentioning the dragon image she’d seen when she first glimpsed Kirill.