Jaime Rush - Dragon Awakened

She removed her cold, wet clothes under his watchful eye. As though she were the most gorgeous, sexy woman in the world. She did move with a new kind of sensuous grace now. It coursed through her as she approached him with a dry towel. She dried him the same delicate way he had done for her, rubbing the towel over his hair and mussing it even more. He took the towel and tossed it aside, tilting her chin up and taking her mouth. His hands pulled her close, one tangling in her hair, the other sliding down her backside.

Despite the cold, he was fully erect, pressing into her stomach. His tongue slid against hers, brushing the edge of her teeth, and she found it hard to focus on all the different sensations rushing through her. She was no longer cold, not with the heat of his hands, his body on hers.

He maneuvered her to the bed, sliding down with her and kissing her as though he couldn’t get enough. In between kisses, he said, “Ruby, if I make love to you, my Dragon will consider you mine. I didn’t get a chance to tell you that part. Your Dragon will consider me yours. It’s—”

She gripped his face, touching her nose to his. “My Dragon already has it in its head that you’re mine. Ours. Whatever.” She kissed him hard, pulling him down so she could feel the weight of him on top of her. She sank into the soft mattress under him, feeling fully encompassed. For so long, she was the tough one, or so she thought. Now she gave in to his strength.

Need.

Not only her need, but also her Dragon’s. Its craving roared through her, nearly sweeping her away. She held on to control, even as its heat licked through her.

Cyn rolled them to the side and nibbled down her neck, sliding his hands around to cup her butt and pull her tight against his pelvis. He met her eyes before kissing her again, wrapping his body around hers.

She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him, breathless at the sight of his naked body against the moss-green sheets. She leaned down and kissed his beautiful Dragon, feeling its heat beneath her lips. Her Dragon stirred where it touched the side of his stomach.

He caressed her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. He’d said he wanted to get lost in her, and she knew the feeling of that madness. She left a trail of kisses across his ridged abdomen and then along his shaft and the velvety tip. He let out a sound between a growl and a sigh that made her smile just before she took him into her mouth. She stroked, licked, sucked, feeling his thigh muscles tighten beneath her hand as she brought him to the brink of orgasm.

Not yet, baby. I have other plans for that big erection. Like burying it inside her.

She worked her way back up, slowly, and then wrapped herself over him. His arms slid around her, squeezing her tight against him for a few moments. Then he rolled her over and ground her into the bed, nudging her thighs apart with his knee. He bowed before her, dipping his head between her legs. She didn’t know which was more provocative, his bowing or his mouth covering her throbbing clit. His tongue danced and flicked and made her arch in pleasure. Then a wave washed over her, and she writhed at the overwhelming sensation rocketing through her. When he made her come a second, and then a third time, electric shocks coursed through her body.

He sat up and pulled her onto his lap, facing him, encircling her waist with his arms. She eased onto him, glad he’d readied her as the length of him pushed inside her. And in the way her Dragon had filled an emptiness she’d harbored since adolescence, Cyn filled her soul. She’d never had sex in this position before and relished how close she was to him. He lifted her butt, his hands firm and warm over the cool skin, and held her aloft so she could move against him.

She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him. He devoured her. His intensity shot from a slow easing in to flying. He gripped her as though he’d never let her go, invading her mouth the way he invaded her body. And hers welcomed, no craved, that invasion. Her Dragon responded, pulling her into an intensity that equaled Cyn’s. She sucked on his tongue, bit his lower lip, and nipped his neck.

He had awakened her, as a Crescent and a woman, and she felt both aspects as they moved together in a heated frenzy. Then he rolled her over, lifted her legs, and placed pillows beneath her butt. Was it her Dragon that made her grasp his cock and draw it back, desperate to have him inside her again? Sometimes she didn’t know where she ended and the Dragon began.

He thrust alternately shallow and deep, stroking his fingers across her already sensitive nub. This time her orgasm started deep within her core, spiraling through every cell in her body before bursting to the surface.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he said on shallow breaths.

“Mmm,” was all she could manage as he drove faster and faster into her.

He threw his head back, eyes closed in pleasure, and let out a roar that sounded like, “Mine.”

Mine, her Dragon answered back.

Cyn throbbed inside her, and her own body seemed to pulse in an answering rhythm. She watched him revel in the sensations, and then he buried his face in her neck and squeezed her close. She closed her eyes and sank into the feeling of being possessed. Claimed.

Cyn lay down beside her, still intimately joined with her. “I like your hair loose like this.” He pulled it over her shoulder, coiling a lock around his fingers, then tugging her close for another kiss.

She rested her cheek on his chest. “Just like the Dragon Prince.”

He drew lazy circles on her back. “Too bad he dies in the end. I’ll bet they could have been happy.”

“Very, very happy.”

Her body sated, fatigue now set in. She dozed, for how long she didn’t know. When she woke, Cyn was watching her with sleepy eyes. He smiled at her, and the sight filled her heart.

“Let me show you the lights,” he said, his voice husky.

“Mmm, you already did.”

His chuckle reverberated through her. “I mean, the aurora borealis. I heard one of the guys say that because of the impending solar storm, the lights are more spectacular than ever.”

“And leave this bed?”

But it was clear that he wanted to show her a different kind of magic. She eased up on her elbows and searched for the clock. She’d been asleep for three good, deep hours. “I’m starved.”

“We’ll eat, take in the lights, and then maybe we’ll have time for more of the other kind before Jay gets back.”

After dinner, Cyn led her up a dimly lit trail to an area where a few benches were situated to look over a small valley. A couple of people were there, but she could barely see them.

He led her to a bench, dropping down onto it and pulling her down on his lap. His arms encircled her, his chin resting on her shoulder as they sat in silence. The feel of his body against hers made her more content than she’d ever been.

Her Dragon purred. She purred, too.

“There,” he whispered, pointing toward the right of the star-glittered sky.

She saw the first ribbon undulating in a vibrant green. It swirled around, rather like the fog in a Deuce’s eyes, and then disappeared. Another wave of lights flickered like miles of blue fire. She inhaled deeply at the magic of it, the surreal beauty. He squeezed her tighter, sliding his hand beneath her shirt to rest against her stomach.

“Incredible,” she whispered. “Like ghosts dancing in the sky.”

“Yes, incredible.” She heard the awe in his voice, too, the reverence.

When she turned, he was looking at her.

The Book of the Hidden

Garnet angled her body into the warm spring. Hedges all around the castle garden afforded her privacy, but it wasn’t her nudity she worried about. It would not do for her staff to hear their queen crying. Even seven months after his death, her heart ached for the prince who was dark of hair, but not so dark of heart.