Two Dragons for the Price of One (Reader Beware 18+)

Hue arrived back early yesterday evening. It would seem the OAC became involved in finding the artifact. (Want the full story on how? Click here!)

He mentioned something in passing about a Holiday Spirit but I was honestly too distracted by his return to care. All that mattered was the holiday was saved and Hudraer was back. “And then she located an artisan in a nearby village to repair the lantern…” I squeezed a little tighter. “You’re not even listening to me, are you?”

“Huh?” I looked up at him and blinked innocently.

Hue rolled his eyes and offered me a devilish grin. “Is this what I get for being gone two nights in a row? Am I to be punished by having all circulation in my legs cut off?” His teasing did nothing to inspire his release. Finally with my own eye-roll I let go.

“I thought you were going to come back each night. Then you didn’t…” I resisted the urge to pout.

Chuckling he said, “Yes, but those rather scandalous thoughts you shared last night were almost my undoing. They came at a rather inopportune time. I’m not sure I like that you have figured out how to use this telepathic bond to your advantage so quickly. Even when I tried to ignore you, I couldn’t.”

I grinned. “Really, so all those thoughts… Let me guess, you were eating dinner?”

“Yes, and that brings me to the other thing I wanted to discuss. We have seven other Dragon lords from other nests coming to the Yule celebration. Their clans were originally part of our nest, and were here when the lantern tradition began. It’s not uncommon for more of them to show up as we get closer to the holiday. I think it may be better if you avoid the nest from now until after Yule.” I considered his words carefully.

“Why? Other Dragon lords don’t frighten me.” I shrugged, collapsing back into the chair behind me.

“Yes, but they do frighten me where you are concerned.” I motioned for him to continue. “You are one of the first high-born females that has become available at an age when so many are looking for mates.”

“Are you afraid I may like something else I see?”

“No, I just know it will be bad for clan relations if I have to kill so many of their heirs to get a point across.” His tone even sounded dangerous.

“You know I can handle myself?” I reached out and took his hand, lacing my fingers though his.

“Yes, but I am not known for my mercy when it comes to what is mine. You know what they say about a Dragon and his treasures?” He tugged on my hand, pulling me to my feet. He tucked my arm behind my back where he still held my hand and pressed my body against his. “Make no mistake, if I would decimate armies for what is in my vault, I would scorch a realm to ash and cinders to keep you.”

“So I am a possession?” I bit my lip, processing that information.

He shook his head slowly. “No, you are my heart. You are the very reason I continue to draw breath and exist each day. That pain you feel inside of you when we are apart is your very soul calling to mine because I am the same to you.”

His words rocked me to my core, leaving me breathless. All I could do was bite my lip again and process the profound level with which his words had stunned me. When I finally felt like I could offer a coherent thought I opened my mouth to speak. “Then why not claim me as yours? I would gladly support that claim.”

“There are rules in Dragon society. When I declare you are mine, even as a Soul Mate, any member of a recognized clan can step forward and make a challenge for you.” He paused. “Actually it goes both ways. Someone could potentially challenge you for me.” He shrugged. “As I said, I don’t feel like killing a bunch of clan heirs. You are a high born and a Tempest. That makes you a special rarity.”

I pulled my hand free from where he held it behind my back. Reaching up I started to undo the lacing on his shirt. He stared at me in question. I undid the buttons on his vest and slid it off his shoulders, pulling it free, then dropping it to the floor beside me. With a firm tug I pulled his shirt free of his snug-fitting breeches and slid my hands under the light, airy fabric. He sucked in a deep deliberate breath as I ran my hands up over his stomach, across his chest, and settled them on his shoulders. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” he asked, quirking a brow.

“Undressing you.” A sly smile parted my lips as I urged the shirt off over his head and pulled it free from his arms. Defiantly I tossed it to the floor.

“And you think that wise?” he asked, trying to ignore my hands as they caressed his chest. I nodded and reached for the ties on the front of his breeches but his hand captured both of mine. “Alizeyah, as entertaining as all this is, I am doing my best to be a gentleman here.”

I leaned up on my tiptoes, not tall enough to meet his lips unless he obliged. I tried to pull my hands free but he held them firmly in place. “Just because you are a gentleman doesn’t mean I have to be a lady.”

“And what is it you think is going to happen if I let you go?”

“I’m going to strip you down, seduce you, make you plead with me, then enjoy a passion-filled night with you.” His jaw dropped open.

“I have met my fair share of brazen women, but I never pictured you as being that direct.” He let go of my hands and took a step back. “That doesn’t work for me,” he said, shaking his head.

“Really?” I asked flatly. He walked to the door and seemed to inspect it closely. “Is this because you think we should wait until after all the Dragon lords leave?”

“No.” He leaned down and pulled his boots off before turning back to face me. “I was just merely disagreeing with your plan. I have every intention of seducing you, pleasuring you, and making you plead for me to take you… and I will gladly claim you as mine in our night of passion.” He walked up to stand before me. “For what it is worth, I do still think we should wait until after the holidays, but if you are this hellbent on binding, I would be a fool not to make you mine.”

“The ritual won’t be completed until an actual ceremony and branding are performed.” I grinned. “I’ve been reading while you were gone.”

Resting a hand on his hip he considered me. “You’re only half Elven. The binding ceremony is a blood ritual. We have already completed that step. That’s why the distance is so painful. Your soul knows we’re supposed to be connected now.”

I shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

Hue extended a hand to me, letting it hang in the air with expectation. I stared at it for a moment then slid my own into it. With a gentle tug he pulled me close, cupping my cheek in his other palm and lowering his mouth to mine. His eyes were hooded and his features soft but his kiss was anything but. He slid his tongue over my lower lip, teasing its sensitive skin and causing a small ticklish ripple to run through me. Pushing past my trembling lips he laid siege to my mouth, demanding entry, drinking me in hungrily.

I released his hand so that I could slide both of mine along his chest, around his neck, and draw him closer… deeper. Taking full advantage of his newly freed arm he captured me at the hip, pressing me tightly against him where I would feel his own growing desire. When he finally broke the kiss he stood for a moment staring longingly into my eyes. “Keep your mind open to me, no matter what,” he whispered, stroking my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

I nodded, lowering my gaze. I gasped as he swung me up into his arms and cradled me against his chest. No matter how often he did it, it always seemed foreign to me. Something only children and waif-like women enjoyed. His heart beat wildly in his chest as he turned towards the fireplace and chairs. Strolling forward he effortlessly sank down into the highback chair. I started to squirm but he tightened his grip on me until I settled down. When I stilled on his lap, resting a hand on his shoulder to stay balanced, he reached out and unzipped the front of my hooded sweatshirt.

I began to try and pull an arm free but Hue leaned close to my ear. “Not yet,” he said, and I paused. “First I want to introduce you to your Elven ears.”

I leaned back to give him a glare, then remembered what the light caress a week before had done. “My ears?”

“Oh yes, and so much more. Stand up for me please.” Taking his hand I slid off his lap and stood. Pleasure lit his eyes as he slid the hoodie off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor with his vest and shirt. Carefully he undid the buckles on my skirt, folding it neatly when it fell free of my hips. Then with a slow, deliberate motion he stood and pulled my tank up over my head. I stood before him in no more than a few bits of black lace. “Lovely…”

“You’ve seen me in less,” I offered.

“Yes, but this time I am welcome to enjoy it rather than feel like a pervy boy who’s been caught peeping.” Wrapping an arm around my waist he lifted me against him, his own desire pressing hard against my hip. He leaned his head down and captured the top tip of my newly pointed ears between his teeth. With a flick of his tongue my legs turned to jelly and I was forced to cling to him to keep my feet under me. He continued to assault my ears in turn and soon I was rhythmically moving my hips against him in time with sharp gasps. His enjoyment radiated through me and I realized he was sharing as much with me as I was him.

“Oh my god, EARS!” I gasped again.

He withdrew, chuckling. “Elves only let their most trusted lovers touch their ears. I can see why I’ve heard such stories now. You like it?”

Nodding my head in answer I tried to formulate words. “Yes, ears…. good.”

Still smiling he began kissing a path starting at my earlobe, down my neck, across my collar bone, and reaching the edge of my bra. Sinking to his knees before me he pushed my hands away as I tried to fumble with its clasp. “Mine,” he said in a deeply husky possessive voice. At the hands of an expert I felt a familiar pop and he tugged it free, tossing it over his shoulder. Before I could consider his skill, his burning hot mouth closed over a breast and my whole body went numb from over-excitement.

In a far off place I could hear soft moans and heavy panting but it wasn’t until a more aggressive love bite that I snapped back into reality to realize all those sounds of pleasure were my own. His hands pulled at my hips and I steadied myself by clinging to his shoulders. Kissing a trail of fire from my breasts along my stomach I felt my body tighten as he took hold of the last bit of clothing I was wearing and dragged it down my legs. With skillful hands that felt blistering hot, he ran his fingers along my thighs before stopping and making tortuously slow movements towards my womanhood. When finally his fingertips touched upon my heated core I swayed on my feet.

Hue looked up at me with a raging hunger and need and all I could do was hold on. With our shared link I felt every ounce of his excitement and need. His deep desire to make this moment between us last as long as possible. He wanted nothing more than to claim me and at the same time was scared and hopeful I would ask him to stop. His hands clasped my buttocks firmly, urging me to open myself to him more and more. Then without warning he pressed his mouth to me. His hands held me firmly in place as my head rolled back. There was nothing for me to do other than to bury my hands in his hair and forget about the gasps and moans I was making.

His pleasure kept rolling through me and my own over his. A fire began burning deep within my core and I felt dizzy. I thought the pleasure was becoming too overwhelming and tried to plead with him to slow down but there were no words.  Shhhh, mo shíorghrá it’s alright. Let go. His words seemed to caress my frantic mind, trying to retain some shred of control. I came undone and release swept through me, rocking me on my feet, with sensations were so pleasurable I couldn’t make heads or tails of them. He refused to stop pushing me over the edge again and again, forcing me to stay there.

When my legs fully gave out I found myself pleading with Hue. I sank to the floor in his arms. “Please, I need you,” I whispered over and over again.

He brushed the hair back from my face. “Need me to do what?”

His question infuriated me and I struggled to find the words. “I need you to complete me. I need to complete you. Please Hudraer…”

“Are you sure?” he asked concern, showing on his face.

I pulled his mouth to my own while I nodded. “Yes, there is nothing I am more sure of.”

I was reaching, trying to fumble with the ties on his breeches but found they were no longer a barrier between us. In a single motion he me pressed me back down to the floor and lifted my hips. His manhood pressed against me and I wanted nothing more than to feel him deep within me. I bucked against him. “Slow down, shhh, we should take it easy. You’ve never been with a Dragon and there are a few things you should know.” He leaned down kissing a line in the valley of my breasts. “First, Dragons can be a bit well-endowed.” I grinned evilly up at him . “Size queen,” he mumbled. “Second, the orgasm can be outrageously hot. Painfully hot at times.”

I quirked my head to the side. “Like fire?”

“Exactly like fire. You’re a Dragon and have nothing to fear at all, and most Otherworlders don’t either. It won’t actually burn you, but it might be uncomfortable for a blink. Most of us don’t finish within our partners unless they are mates, other Dragons, or at least prepared for it.” He had a look of fear in his eyes, like what he was saying would be the deal-breaker.

“Thank you for telling me.” I pulled him back down into a kiss. Through panting gasps I leaned into his ear. “Anything else?”

He shook his head. With deliberate slowness he pressed into me. If I tried to control the pace he would withdraw. Finally I fell into pace with him, meeting his slow forceful thrusts. Each made me cry out in disappointment when he next didn’t come as fast as I would like. I closed my eyes, focusing on him, and I realized the amount of control he was forcing on himself. Though it was painfully torturous to him, he was going slow for my benefit. I pushed my feelings and needs on him and it was like something broke.

With a sudden torrent of need out of either of our control, he thrust into me fast and hard. Each motion filled me deeper until there was nowhere else for him to go ,and still he pushed deeper. My gasps had turned to quiet shrieks as I tried to stifle them in hopes of not alerting the entire building. I ran my nails down his back, feeling them tear at his taunt flesh, causing him to throw back his head, gasping. I felt myself on the verge, growing hotter, climbing higher, then teetering on the edge. “Oh god Hue… !” He tugged my hands free from his back and pinned them over my head. He then captured my mouth with his, swallowing down my scream as I finally tumbled over the edge. My muscles screamed with me, happily tightening around him, and he responded in kind with more force and speed until I was gasping and screaming against his kiss ready to fall again, and this time when I did he joined me and we cried into each other. A searing heat ran through me, making me feel alight and alive.

Almost collapsing on top of me he pulled me against him, tangling out legs, refusing to withdraw and lying naked by the fire. I rested my head against his shoulder. Gently he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Smiling, he traced the curve of my jaw. “Thank you,” he whispered.

I grinned evilly. “Five minutes, then let’s do it again.” He looked at me, his eyes flaring, and dropped his head back to the rug with a light laugh.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he teased.

“But what a way to go.”