Dragon's Fire

Chapter One

Hunting always made me horny... and a little hungry. Tonight, I was going to take care of the former first. The hot, if a little outdoorsy-rough, park ranger had been staring at me from the moment I'd arrived in the little Denver suburb. Well, everyone had stared at first, but most of those had been looks of shock and disapproval. Ranger Alex Titan, however, hadn't disapproved of my appearance at all. I understood the others' reactions and didn't let them bother me. I'd been dealing with people's judgments for as long as I can remember. Besides, I couldn't really blame them. Here in this small town, I did stand out.

At just under five and a half feet tall and only nineteen years-old, I've never been what anyone expected. The moment I'd stepped off of the plane, I'd known which people had seen my picture before and which ones hadn't. The second I saw Alex's dark eyes widen when he looked at me, the admiration in them clear, I know he'd be the one I'd hook up with when this was all done.

Now, as Alex and I stumbled through his cabin door, I knew I'd made the right choice. He was just the right combination of aggression and submission. His calloused hands skimmed over my bare arms as we kissed, his tongue hot and wet as it thrust into my mouth. I moaned my appreciation as I yanked his shirt open, scattering buttons across the hardwood floor. When Alex made a sound of protest, I nipped at his bottom lip and started to work on his belt buckle.

Alex grabbed the hem of my tight black t-shirt and took a step back as he yanked it over my head. I grinned as Alex's eyes widened at the sight of my black lace bra and the small Star of David tattooed on the top of one creamy breast. If he thought that tattoo was worth staring at, he was going to have fun tonight. My entire body hummed in anticipation.

“I have six,” I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. “Tattoos, that is.” I let the undergarment fall to the ground as I ran a fingertip over my breast, caressing the tattoo before moving down to my nipple. A shiver went through me as the pale rose-colored flesh wrinkled and hardened under my fingers. “That's one.”

I turned and pulled my waist-length braid of hair over my shoulder so he could clearly see my back. I was proud of my artwork. “There's two and three.” A pair of angel wings had been intricately etched on my skin. They rippled as I moved, giving the illusion that they had indeed sprouted from my shoulder-blades. They were joined by a Celtic cross at the base of my spine. It was expected for people like me to have religious symbols on their person. Mom had been raised Irish Catholic – hence my first name, Siobhan – and Dad was of Jewish-German descent – the last name Faust. And, by the way, the name's pronounced Shuh-VAHN.

I turned back around and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my favorite jeans. “Ready to see number four?”

I dropped the pants and shimmied out of my black lace panties. As I straightened, I caught a glimpse of the raw hunger in Alex's eyes and my stomach clenched. I ran my fingers over the words inked into my flesh. They started at the dip in my hips just to the side of the thin red curls that covered my pussy and circled up over the top of my ass to end on the opposite hip.

“What do they say?” Alex's voice was rough.

“It doesn't matter,” I wasn't interested in speaking or translating the Latin I'd worn for the past four years. “Don't you want to see numbers five and six?”

Alex nodded.

“Then kneel,” I knew that my light blue-gray eyes were nearly glowing with desire.

The young man immediately dropped to his knees, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“Good boy,” I took two steps forward and put my hands on Alex's head. I dug my fingers into his thick golden curls and tipped his head up to look at me. “Let's see if you can find those other two tats.” Before he could respond, I shoved his face against my pussy.

Alex's hands grasped my hips as he began to work his tongue between my folds.

“Yess...” I hissed as Alex's tongue danced around and over my clit. “Right there.” I shuddered as the pressure inside me built.

He sucked the little bundle of nerves into his mouth and I cried out, an orgasm crashing into me. Even as my pussy was still throbbing, I yanked his hair, pulling him away from me. He gasped, his chin glistening, his eyes nearly black.

“Lay down,” I ordered. I needed more.

Alex removed his shirt as he stretched out on the floor.

“Make me cum again,” I straddled Alex's head and lowered my dripping cunt onto his face. I leaned forward, palms flat on the floor as I ground my pussy against his questing tongue. “Fuck,” I panted as Alex began to kiss my cunt as he'd kissed my mouth just minutes before. His tongue darted in and out of my pussy, circled my entrance and lapped up the sweet nectar that ran from my core. He knew what he was doing.

I could feel it coming, the release my body had been craving. Every nerve was stretched, and my muscles began to shake. “Come on, almost there.” I straightened, riding Alex's face as he tongue-fucked me into an explosion of ecstasy that made me keen. I was still shaking when I rolled off of the ranger. The sound of him panting for air filling the small cabin. My own heart was racing as little aftershocks ran through me. I propped herself up on my elbows so I could see Alex. “That is one talented mouth you have.”

“Thank you,” Alex grinned.

“Why don't you get those pants off and show me what else you have to offer,” I cupped my breasts, rolling the tips of my nipples between my fingers and thumbs.

Alex immediately scrambled out of his pants, kicking them and his boxers to one side. He stayed on his knees as he faced me, making no attempt to cover himself. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of, I thought as I looked over the young man. He wasn't much taller than I was, maybe five foot ten, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Like me, he had the muscles of someone whose job demanded he be physically fit. A line of fine golden curls, a shade darker than the ones on his head, ran from his belly button down to the base of a fine, thick cock. It jutted out, swollen to at least seven inches and big enough around to make my pussy throb.

“So,” I cocked an eyebrow. “Did you find the other tattoos?” The look of pure bewilderment on Alex's face made me chuckle. Slowly, I spread my legs, exposing my wet and glistening pussy. Alex's eyes were drawn where I wanted them, and they immediately widened when he saw the matching symbols on the insides of both thighs.

“I saved a tattoo artist last summer,” I ran my index finger along my slit.

“And you let him tattoo you there,” Alex's gaze darted to my face and then back down to my hand.

“I fucked him first,” I shivered as my finger dipped between my folds and lightly touched my sensitive clit. I needed something inside me – now. I rolled over and grabbed my pants. I rummaged for a moment in my left-hand pocket and then pulled out a small green packet. “Suit up,” I said as I tossed it to Alex.

“Wow, you really are prepared for anything.” Alex tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom onto his cock. “Bedroom?”

I shook my head as I pushed myself up on all fours, my ass facing Alex. “Just get over here and fuck me already.”

“Not going to say no to that,” Alex muttered as he crossed the short distance between us. He put a hand on my hip and gripped himself with the other.

I could feel his hesitation and let my impatience leak into my voice. “Come on, Alex, fuck me. I want you to pound into me, hard and fast. Make me cum again.”

“You're insatiable,” Alex positioned himself at my entrance.

“You have no idea,” I wigged my ass. “Get that thick cock inside me -” The last word turned into a satisfied groan as Alex sank into me with one sure stroke. “So good.”

“Shit,” Alex's voice shook.

“Don't you dare cum,” I ordered, my own voice strained. “Not until I get another one.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Pull my hair.”

“What?”

I spoke through gritted teeth. “Wrap my braid around your hand.” I reached a hand beneath me and began pinching my nipples, turning the pale pink to red as little jolts of painful pleasure danced through my cells.

Alex did as he'd been told and wrapped the heavy braid around his hand.

“Now, fuck me,” I pushed back even though Alex was fully sheathed inside me. “Hard.”

Alex withdrew until just the tip of his dick was still inside, then snapped his hips forward. I sucked in a shuddering breath. He paused, waiting for my reaction as my body hurried to adapt to the sudden intrusion.

“Harder. Faster.” I tugged on my nipple until the tip stood up, long and swollen. “Pull my hair.”

Either Alex finally realized that I meant it or his own body's needs had become too much, because he yanked back on my hair and began to pound into me, each thrust forceful enough to expel the air from my lungs. The slap of flesh on flesh filled the cabin, punctuated by our heavy breathing.

Every thought fled from my mind, and that was another reason I liked to fuck after a hunt. It allowed me to clear my mind of whatever shit I'd accumulated during the course of the investigation. When I had a cock stretching me, rubbing against my pussy walls, pinpricks of pain in my scalp and nipples intensifying every touch and stroke, it was hard to remember the bad stuff.

Suddenly, there was a crack followed by a sting and then, an instant later, heat bloomed across one cheek. It took me a moment to realize that Alex had just slapped my ass. And if the new rush of juices and the flare of heat in my belly were any indication, I liked it.