DragonMate (9 page)

They weren’t the only couple to have been drawn to it, or to become lost in the private world of lovers. Two men embraced in the surf, the water swirling around them. A man and woman rolled and wrestled on the sand, her shirt parted and breasts free. The sight of them, combined with the sensuous in-and-out rhythm of the waves made Jazzlyn want to explore her newfound sexual confidence, to wield her feminine power in order to give Kirill pleasure.

She stopped and spread the blanket. When Kirill joined her on it, she pushed him to his back and made a show of removing her panties before she straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, her skirt hiding her mound from him though he knew she was bare for him, ready for him.

“The moonlight agrees with you,” he murmured, voice husky, eyes challenging her to do her worst now that she had him underneath her.

“You agree with me.” She leaned down and touched her lips to his. “Very much. Now we’re going to pretend I’m the dragon and you’re my treasure.”

His smile was an invitation to sin. He lay still as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, parting it as she went, revealing him inch by inch. She paused to kiss the dragon tattoo, to trace its outline with her tongue.

Kirill growled in response and tangled his fingers in her hair. In the light cast by the moon, it was easy for her to imagine silvery scales and a dragon lover.

The tension in his body grew as she kissed downward toward the front of his pants. He vibrated with it, his fingers fisting and unfisting in her hair as though he were in a battle for his survival.

His hips jerked upward when her tongue darted into his navel. He moaned when she undid the top snap of his jeans, at the same time parting his zipper just enough to free the first inch of him.

“Don’t,” he said, but the lift of his hips made the word a lie, as did the glistening drops of arousal on his cock head.

She straightened so she could watch his expression as she used her forefinger to spread the moisture onto his shaft. His eyes blazed with lust. His hands now clutched the blanket, the muscles on his arms defined in stark relief.

There were faint ridges circling underneath the head of his cock. As she lingered, exploring them with her fingertips, they seemed to grow more pronounced.

The zipper gave and her channel clenched at the sight of him fully revealed. She couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward, to press her lips to him, kissing, lightly sucking where the ridges were darkening in color.

“Don’t,” he said again, shuddering as she caressed him with her tongue, his breathing growing more erratic and his tension mounting.

His skin was hot. His scent masculine. His taste reminded her of Dragon’s Flame and filled her with a fiery lust that would only be quenched by orgasm.

She took him in her mouth then, eyes closing so she could savor him as she sucked, her tongue going repeatedly to the subtle ridges. Striking. Licking. Tormenting.

He moaned and panted. He fought to escape her even as he continued to thrust and writhe in an agony of pleasure beneath her—until finally he grasped her arms and forced her mouth away from his cock.

When she was once again on her knees above him, his hand jerked her skirt upward. “Mount me,” he said, his voice raw with need.

She wouldn’t have thought it possible for him to get larger, but as his eyes devoured her exposed cunt, his penis thickened, lengthened, the moonlight playing over it so the ridges beneath its head looked raised and firm.

He took himself in hand then, holding his cock so she could impale herself on it. “Take what you’ve claimed belongs to you,” he growled, reminding her of her teasing comment, that she was the dragon and he was the treasure.

It was easy to obey him. She wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her.

As slowly as she’d unbuttoned his shirt, she moved into position above him, knowing by his expression that he could see her parted glistening folds, that he liked watching as she took him an inch at a time, as though he were the captured virgin and she was the dragon.

When he was fully seated, she paused, clenched on him. Her channel was like a hungry mouth, sucking, rippling on the hot, hard length of him.

His hips rose. His eyes closed. “Jazzlyn,” he said on a moan, his breath catching, begging with the sound of his need for her to fuck herself on him.

His desperation filled her with savage satisfaction and feminine delight. She couldn’t resist his plea. Didn’t want to deny either of them the pleasure of release.

She slid up and down on his hard cock. Slowly at first. Until his hands gripped her hips and his body thrashed beneath hers.

The angle of penetration rubbed her clit against him. Rendered her incapable of fighting the sharp edge of an orgasm that turned her sheath into a vise and caused him to shout as he emptied himself into her.

With a sigh she collapsed on top of him, the heat from his muscle-hard body soaking through her clothing, making her smile then laugh softly. “It may be night but at the moment I feel like a dragon sunning itself on a very large, very firm rock.”

Kirill made a sound that was more rumbling purr than chuckle. He smoothed his hands over her back, petting her in a way that kept her stretched out on top of him, content to linger on the beach.

Chapter Eight

In the darkness of the car, Jazzlyn shook her head as she stopped in front of wrought iron gates with elaborate welded dragons taking up much of their centers. A voice coming from a hidden speaker asked her to identify herself. Kirill answered for both of them and the gates swung open to allow her to proceed.

She expected a house. Instead she found a jungle of lush plants and an area to park.

“This is eccentric,” she said, getting out of the car to the raucous call of tropical birds.

“Dragons like their privacy.”

“The better to guard their treasure,” she joked.

“True,” Kirill said, pleased at how comfortable she was becoming with the idea of dragons.

He captured her hand and led her along a walkway canopied by plants that blocked much of the moonlight. Somewhere ahead of them an alligator bellowed, its call answered by another.

Jazzlyn pressed closer. “I can see how this layout would discourage thieves. Is your home like this?”

“No. I favor open space and a clear path to anyone who dares trespass.”

She laughed at his answer. “Where do you live?”

He carried her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to it. “As soon as your cousin is safely recovered, I intend to take you there. Until then, it will remain a secret.”

Her response was another laugh. It left him pleased with his efforts in preparing his mate for what lay ahead. She didn’t seem alarmed by the prospect of going to his home without knowing anything more about it.

They walked for several minutes before seeing Hakon’s house. At his side, Jazzlyn’s breath caught at the sight of glass stained with a variety of dragons in flight.

“You guys don’t do anything in half measures, do you?” she said.

He chuckled. “The young dragons who’ve settled here are the most ostentatious about marking their territory.”

Jazzlyn snorted at the comment, making him smile at having had the opportunity to impart more knowledge.

He led her past low stucco walls set above a sloping, shallow channel serving as a moat, its banks lined with alligators. “I hope he feeds them regularly,” Jazzlyn said as the path they were on became a suspended bridge.

A door opened and Hakon stood backlit, shimmering for an instant in the gold and green of his dragon colors, his grin all too knowing. “Welcome to my home. I hadn’t expected to arrive before you, but I’m glad I did. I’ll show you to your suite as I imagine you’ll want to retire early.”

Kirill didn’t deny Hakon’s assertion. He’d endured having Jazzlyn in the presence of other males at Drake’s Lair because it’d been necessary, but it would be a battle to remain civilized if she became friendly with Hakon in the cozy, intimate setting of a private residence.

“You have a beautiful home,” Jazzlyn said as Hakon led them past high-ceilinged rooms done in bright, tropical colors and furnished with sofas and chairs crafted of light-colored wood.

Hakon stopped in front of an open doorway. “Thank you. This is your suite. Should you hear from Aislinn and need to contact me, there’s a phone with a list of extensions in the sitting room. Contact security and they’ll locate me immediately. There’s a small refrigerator and a bar stocked with drinks, and if you grow hungry, dial the extension to the kitchen.”

Kirill followed Jazzlyn into the room, his gaze going immediately to the large bed visible through the arched doorway. Hakon’s chuckle made him turn back toward their host.

Emerald green eyes glittered with amusement. “I’ll leave you now to enjoy the rest of your evening. Feel free to use the hot tub located on the balcony.”

Kirill closed the door and caught up with Jazzlyn. Dragon instinct ruled, making it impossible not to wrap his arms around her and pull her to him in a primitive desire to ensure she still smelled of him.

He rubbed his cheek against the silk of her hair and inhaled deeply. Knowing there were other males in the vicinity had him fighting to keep the spurs at his wrists from descending.

He felt edgy, trapped in a form that didn’t allow for the full protection and possession of his mate. He wanted nothing more than to rake the talons across her skin and send her into the unconsciousness that would allow him to return home with her.

A growl escaped. Her laugh eased him.

“Someone’s feeling very dragonish again,” she teased. “Not that I can blame you since we’re surrounded by them.”

Her comment startled him, until he noted the moonlight streaming through dragons of all colors set in the stained glass. At the moment he didn’t find the effect soothing at all. It stirred his aggression and translated into a need to dominate his mate and ensure she was irrevocably and completely his.

His cock stood in full agreement. It was rigid and aching, throbbing with the need to be freed from the confining pants.

A spike of molten fire went through it as he relived those moments on the beach when she’d tormented him with her mouth. He’d lost control of the magic then, though thankfully in the darkness she hadn’t realized she was seeing the reality and not a moon-induced fantasy.

Kirill kicked off his shoes. He wanted to order her to disrobe, then see to the removal of his clothing, but he didn’t dare risk a repeat of what had happened on the beach. If she knelt at his feet, her mouth inches away from his cock—

A shudder went through him. He didn’t know how much longer he could endure the restrictions imposed on him in this world.

“Again?” she murmured when her skirt fell to the ground after he’d freed it.

“And again and again,” he said, punctuating his words with kisses. “A lifetime won’t provide enough opportunities when it comes to making love to you.”

He stripped her blouse off. It joined her skirt on the floor.

“I think I could say the same about you.” Her hands went to his waistband, her fingers curling under to rub against his cock.

He savored her touch even as he fought to keep the ridges from rising and breaching the magic that held them beneath the smooth skin of his shaft.

“You want to know what’s a turn-on for me?” she whispered, a hint of shyness in her voice.

He hardly dared ask for fear of what her answer would do to him. But he did. “What?”

“This,” she said, maneuvering her hand so she could grasp his cock and rub her thumb over the swollen head. “You get wet for me the same way I get wet for you.”

If her fingers weren’t gripping his penis, her words would have driven him to his knees. He sought refuge in commanding her. “Take your bra and panties off, Jazzlyn. Now. So we can get into the hot tub.”

She made no move to obey him. Instead she tormented him by looking through her eyelashes in sultry disobedience, her thumb continuing to caress his cock head.

Somewhere along the line he’d been too lenient with her, he told himself, though he didn’t regret it. Not when her defiance aroused him, stirred his lust into a blazing inferno.

He stripped out of his shirt and opened his pants. She slid her hand up and down on his cock before slowly removing it from his penis. And still, she made no move to rid herself of panties and bra.

In the future she’d feel the sting of his hand across her buttocks for this type of challenge. At the moment, the desire to possess her overrode the desire to punish her.

He removed his pants and reached for her, pulling her against him aggressively. His hands smoothed over the silky nothingness of her panties. “If we were home I’d spank you for your refusal to obey.”

She shivered, the deepening of her scent and the stab of her nipples against his chest telling him the idea appealed to her.

“
If
you could catch me,” she said, her lips curving into a provocative smile.

He peeled her panties down to join the clothing on the floor, panting as his cock came into contact with her heated, bare cunt. “Even with a running start, you wouldn’t escape me, Jazzlyn.”

“You sound very sure of yourself. But I bet I could render you completely incapable of administering any kind of discipline.”

Her fingers found his nipples, tightened on them in small punishment for his easy confidence. Fire shot straight to his cock and additional moisture beaded on its head. She rubbed against him, spreading heated scent and arousal onto her skin as well as his.

It was more than he could stand. A challenge and invitation he couldn’t leave unanswered.

He stripped her out of her bra and swung her into his arms. She laughed, eyes full of feminine knowledge and newfound power as he stalked to the hot tub.

Sliding into the water heightened his desire. It lapped at his cock, caressed, made him think of Jazzlyn’s mouth and channel.

He set her on her feet, never allowing her skin to lose contact with his.

“I like this,” she said, her arms going around his neck, her legs going around his waist as he sat, submerging them in water up to their shoulders.

Her lips begged for his kiss and he found her impossible to resist. He claimed what she offered, his hands roaming her back, sliding over her satiny buttocks as his tongue rubbed and twined with hers.

He wanted her desperately, craved her as he’d never craved anything else. But he knew the next time his cock was held in the tight fist of her channel, he wouldn’t be able to keep the talons from descending and filling with serum. He wouldn’t be able to prevent himself from raking them across her flesh, and she would be unconscious until morning when it happened.

She tensed when his fingertips traced the cleft of her ass, giving birth to a dark, carnal urge. “You’re virgin here?” he asked, cock throbbing in anticipation of her response.

The blush that rushed to her cheeks was answer enough. The way she clamped down nervously when he traced the tight rosette of her anus confirmed it.

He hadn’t thought it possible to grow more aroused, but knowing he’d be the first, the last to take her in every way a male could take his female caused his blood to heat and his dragon instincts to roar to life.

His gaze roamed the hot tub, a subconscious guess that proved accurate when he saw the ornate dragon perched at the edge. He reached for it, pressed, and was rewarded with a silky stream of warm lubricant.

“It’s dangerous to tease a male dragon about his prowess, especially when he’s been counting the moments until he could position his female underneath him and make her completely his.”

She smiled against his lips, totally unrepentant. “Have me now then,” she said, tempting him mercilessly by rubbing her cunt and stiffened clit against his penis.

It was all he could do not to lift her and bring her down on his cock. Only the threat of his mating talons descending from their hidden sheaths gave him the ability to resist her.

“I’ll have you here next,” he growled, stroking, breaching her virgin opening with his fingertip as an arm around her waist kept her from escaping.

She shuddered against him, her buttocks tightening as if to force him away from her back entrance. But the throb of her clit against his cock and her breathless “Kir” told him she wasn’t horrified or repulsed by what he intended.

Before the feel of her bare cunt and hardened knob caused him to lose control, he stood and set her on her feet. “Turn around and grab the edge of the hot tub. Then spread your legs so I can prepare you.”