Haunted By Her Dragon (The Dragon Guard Series) (20 page)

He had not been able to hear what the idiot and
the King talked about as they left the edge of the mountain and returned to Dr.
Malone’s house. There was at least one other
werepanther
in the woods, and he couldn’t continue to waste what black magic he had left to
conceal himself from them when
his
witch was close. Once he had her, and
she made his amulets, then he could once again come and go as he pleased. Then
those fucking Dragon Guardsmen needed to watch their backs. He was going to
strike hard and fast. The others of his group had gotten his message, and if
they knew what was good for them, they were making the preparations he had
ordered. There would be no time to waste once he found Kyra.

Sure that it was okay to move without
detection, he scooted out of the foliage he had used for cover, and ascended
the mountain using another, less traveled trail. It wouldn’t do for the
werepanthers
to locate his scent again, and he needed to be
careful now that the sun had almost completely risen. His little witch could
use the daylight to her advantage, and his patience with her continued
avoidance of him and his needs was at an end. It was way past time to take down
the mighty Dragon Guard. Those ‘wastes of space and air’ needed to pay for
leaving him in the hands of the wizards to be tortured. And then there was
Aidan, the brother that had left him for dead. He had a very special kind of
vengeance planned for him, one that would send shockwaves through all of dragon
kin.

Focusing on the task at hand and putting all
thoughts of retribution from his mind, he climbed the mountain using long
forgotten hunting and tracking skills. Kyra was here. He would find her. He
had
to find her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

He spoke with his brethren the entire ride back to Aidan’s.
Royce was going to handle calling Rayne, and he was also supposed to speak with
Max later in the afternoon. Royce was still nagging in his ear when he drove through
the gates,
“I know you’re not listening to a damn thing I’m saying, but your
mate is
gonna
be asking questions, and she’s no
dummy. You better get your shit together, and have the talk before it gets out
of hand. We were lucky only the little one has made an appearance this morning.
By the way, I have spoken to Grace, and we need a background on Sydney. There
is just something about her. I can’t put my finger on it, but she’s way more
perceptive than anyone is giving her credit for, and I would swear she can tell
when we’re mind speaking.”

“Whatever, old man, I swear you just find
things to worry about. I’ll handle Doc, and if Grace is cool with tracking down
Syd’s
background, then go for it, but you really need
to chill the hell out. Just think about it. If all goes well, we’ll have the
traitor back at the lair before sunrise tomorrow.”
Lance threw the kickstand down on his Harley,
jumped off, and was striding towards the door in one smooth movement.
“I’m
on my way in the back door, and up the back stairs to see Sam. Let me know what
Rayne’s got to say…later.”

Royce laughed, and Lance knew he was trying to
hold it in,
“Just take care of her you pain in the ass. The Heavens know the
Universe was way too good to you when they made Samantha.”

“Don’t I know it, Old Man, don’t I know it.”
He smiled ear to ear as he took the steps three
at a time, his erection tented the front of his jeans by the time he grabbed
the doorknob and quietly opened the door. The sight of her long curly mane
spread across the pillow, and the golden glow of her bare back where the sheet
was draped at her waist, almost brought him to his knees. Remembering there was
a very inquisitive six-year old in the house, he reached back and locked the
door. There would be no interruptions for the next hour or so. He needed to
wake his mate, and he took his job very seriously.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

She came awake slowly to the amazing feeling of Lance’s
lips kissing and tasting the sweet spot behind her ear, while whispering all
the scrumptious things he wanted to do to her body.
The feel
of a warm muscled chest at her back and large calloused hands kneading both of
her incredibly sensitive breasts, coupled with his low rumbling voice, made her
nipples hard and her pussy dripping wet.
Their bodies were so completely
fused together that the short, coarse hairs covering his legs tickled hers as
they moved. Her hips began to roll back and forth of their own accord. Every
motion brought her ample backside in contact with his very aroused cock. One of
his amazingly talented hands continued to torment her breasts, alternating
between the needy globes, as the other worked its way downward.

His light, sensual touch left a path of sparks,
each landing directly in her womb, and
amping
up her
arousal until she panted and moaned. When his fingers tickled the short curly
hairs covering her mound, her hips jerked forward trying to drive his fingers
to her already pulsing clit. “What’s the matter, Doc? Have an itch you’d like
me to scratch?” he chuckled in her ear. The vibration against her body robbed
her lungs of the air needed to answer, so she nodded, and continued to move in
any way possible with the hopes he would ease the ache he had started
before
she lost her mind.

Always the tease, Lance lightly slid his finger
all around her outer lips, coming close to her throbbing nub on every turn, but
never touching where she so desperately needed relief. Unable to control
herself
any longer, sure she would lose her mind if she did
not have release in the next few seconds, she started to turn over. The
movement caused his rock hard penis to slip into the crack of her ass, making
contact with the very bottom of her slit. Both she and Lance gasped as his
strong arms closed around her, holding her completely still. He exhaled long
and slow, and she felt him
everywhere
. Then he spoke and she was sure
she could come just from the sound of his voice against her ear. “Hold still,
m’anamchara
. You’re driving me crazy. I
need
to feel you come apart in my arms before I completely embarrass myself,” he
panted, and she felt better that he was just as affected as she was.

If she could have, she would’ve laughed. How in
the hell could he ever embarrass himself when the very thought of him made her
wet and needy. She had dreamed of having this man naked and wrapped around her
for so long, that she had almost thought last night was just another of her
erotic dreams.  But here he was again, and she was greedy for more. Her
next thought was stolen from her mind as he simultaneously leaned her forward
at the waist, and slid his cock into her waiting channel. “Lance….oh my God,
Lance…” she moaned, her voice sounding low and breathy.

Her contracting womb pulled all of his long,
hard length into her. She could feel him pulsing against her feminine walls as
he held them completely still. He slid his leg between hers, opening her legs,
and changing their position just enough that when he began to slide out of her,
he bumped the sensitive bundle of nerves that sat at the height of her channel.
She saw stars behind her tightly closed eyes. When his fingers touched her
engorged clit, she came with such force she fought to remain conscious. He
continued to move in and out as she floated back to earth, building another
orgasm before the shocks of the first had stopped.

She needed to look into his crystal blue eyes
to make sure he was real and there, loving her. She had to know that she was
not dreaming, so she attempted to roll over once again. This time his grip on
her body loosened. She felt the immediate loss as his still hard cock slid from
her overly sensitive pussy. Her peaked nipples rubbed against the short hairs
on his chest. She shivered at the delicious tremors it sent rushing all over
her body. The longer her chest was in contact with his, the more tingles she
felt. It was as if the brilliant dragon tattoo on his chest was moving right
along with them. He smiled a cock sure
smile,
as if he
had a secret he was deciding if he should share. Then he chuckled, “You cold,
Doc? Why not let me warm you up a bit?”

Before she could even process what he’d said,
his lips were on hers. Her brain and body went into overload. It was a kiss
that short circuited her brain. She could only feel. A kiss of complete
dominance that robbed the room of all air, they were breathing for each other.
A kiss so deep and completely sensual that she knew she had been marked for all
time; there would never be another. No matter what happened in the next minute,
hour, day or lifetime, at least a part of her would always belong to him. In
the next breath it was all teeth and tongue, so hot she felt as if he had set a
fire and was stoking it. His hands gripped her butt, melding her body to his as
he moved onto his back.

Her legs slid to either side of his hips, and
his cock bumped her clit. She immediately sat up and leaned forward on her
knees with her hands braced on his
pecs
, his erection
poised at her opening. Looking deep into his eyes, she saw a wealth of emotion
that made the butterflies in her stomach flit and flutter. It was totally
humbling to have a man like Lance look at her like she was his everything. How
in the world did someone as funny and mouth-wateringly handsome as the man
beneath her, find someone like her attractive? Excitement coursed through her
veins at the heat he did nothing to hide. He wanted her,
really wanted
her.
He looked like he could and would eat her alive. The thought of what his
talented lips could make her feel had her lower body shifting, until just the
head of his rock hard penis sat inside her dripping pussy. Shocked that she
could be excited again after having just returned from heaven, she slid farther
down his shaft. His hands gripped her waist, and the sweat that dotted his
upper lip and the lines that bracketed his eyes let her see the effort it took
for him to allow her to take control and go slow.

When he was seated completely inside her, they
both sighed. It was as if their joining was what they both had been waiting for
their whole lives, and no matter how many times they made love, it would always
be just like the first. She continued to look deep into his eyes, an invisible
tether, tying their souls together, binding them as no other.  Unable to
deal with all the emotions welling up inside her, she began to move slowly up
his cock. When he would have slipped from her, she began her downward stroke.
He moved his hips in unison with hers, and she rotated her hips on every down
stroke of his length. Their intricate dance pushed all thoughts of anything but
the incredible man she was astride. Their motions sped up, pushing her right to
the brink of release. She could tell from the throbbing of his cock buried deep
inside her that he was too, but she needed a…something more, something she
couldn’t ask for with her sex-addled brain. He pushed her farther onto his
erection just as she shifted forward. She mewled at the contact, “Oh, oh, oh,
yes…” she chanted, riding him harder and faster.

“Yes,
ta
’
mo
chroi
istigh
, yes!
Take whatever you need. Come for me.” The tone
of his voice, breathless from their lovemaking, shot through her, pushing her
arousal higher. He reached between their bodies, and laid his thumb on her
pulsing clit. She was sure he had read her mind when he gently pushed, and she
was screaming her release right along with him. Their orgasm went on and on as
he worked himself in and out of her body, prolonging their ecstasy. She
collapsed against his chest, gasping to get a breath, and grinned against his
sweat soaked chest as he wheezed right along with her. Never in her life had she
thought she could bring a man as strong and vibrant as Lance to his knees, but
from the sound of his breathing, she had done just that. Her eyes closed as her
breathing returned to normal and with a smile on her face, she drifted to
sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Her breathing returned to normal, and he felt her
completely relax. It wasn’t long until he realized she had fallen asleep, with
his half-erect cock still buried within her warm, wet pussy. Not wanting to
sever their connection, he was content to lie with her draped across his body
while he thought about the miraculous gift he had been given by the Universe.
Dr. Samantha Malone was perfection personified. She was smart and intuitive. A
more superb woman had never been born. The way she took command of every
situation, so sure of herself, and unwilling to back down until every option
had been exhausted, made him respect her as no other, but it was her heart and
compassion that drew him in like a moth to a flame. The light of her pure,
unselfish, giving soul, shone like a beacon. He truly was the most blessed man
to walk the earth. His dragon chuffed in agreement, basking in the afterglow of
the incredible connection they were building with their mate.

Sam moved in her sleep, curling slightly to the
side. His cock slipped from her, and she moaned. Even in her sleep she missed
the connection of their bodies as much as he did. She slowly slid off his
chest, and settled in against his side, breathing a sigh of relief that caused
the dragon marking on his chest to ripple. The beast within loved the attention
and was definitely pushing Lance harder than ever to mark their mate. The
battle of wills that had been a constant since the day they laid eyes on Sam
continued, until Royce spoke directly into his mind,
“Okay, lover boy.
Time’s up. Rayne is on his way and
Jace
and I have
played as much
Candyland
as we can stand.”