Haunted By Her Dragon (The Dragon Guard Series) (33 page)

All the Guardsmen, Grace,
Kyndel
,
and the
werepanthers
that had stopped by took their
turn welcoming him back. The last to approach him was his oldest friend, Royce.
The look the big guy gave him said it all. They may antagonize each other
beyond all reason, but when push came to shove, they were brothers through
blood and loyalty, and nothing could change that. “Glad to see you up and
around. You damn sure milked it for all it was worth, you pain in the ass.”

He could have heard a pin drop as they all
waited for his rebuttal. Never one to disappoint, he grinned and winked, “
Aww
shucks, Gramps.
Ya
missed me,
didn’t you?”

Royce’s mouth moved with what he was sure was a
damn good comeback, but there was no way to hear it over the laughter that had
erupted. After that, it was hours of storytelling and planning all centered on
the fucking loser and ‘The Auctioneer’. He listened and added what he could,
but Sam monopolized his thoughts. He had checked the clock on the stove at
least thirty times, and at one point, had sworn that it wasn’t working but the
goofy looks he got from all in attendance told him it was, and worst yet, they
knew exactly what was going on. The night dragged on with the best part being
tucking Sydney in and reading her a bedtime story.

When he left her room after about fifty
goodnight kisses, he went straight to the room he had shared with Sam before
the fight, but only traces of her amazing scent were to be found. It was then
that he remembered Siobhan telling him that she had spent every night in the
recliner next to the bed where he had convalesced. He made a beeline for the
basement, lifted her pillow and inhaled jasmine and honeysuckle. His cock
jumped as images of Sam flooded his mind. It was all he could do to not jump on
his Harley and ride to the hospital, but he knew he had to wait for her to come
to him. Grace had texted her to give her the good news even before he’d emerged
from the basement so he had refrained from bothering her again. She told him
that Sam was doing everything possible to get someone to cover the second part
of her double shift. His prayers had been answered when his phone had vibrated
on the counter after finally being located in Sydney’s doll bag, and the
message said,
Getting off at midnight
. He spent the next hours
alternating between pacing and sitting on the stairs tapping his foot. His
distraction came when he ventured to the back yard to pick flowers for Sam from
one of the many gardens.

 The grandfather clock at the top of the
stairs chimed that midnight had arrived and his dragon chuffed. Both man and
beast were
ready
to reconnect with their alluring mate. It felt like an
eternity before he heard the younger Guardsman that was stationed near the gate
mind speak to one of the others right outside the house alerting them to the
fact that ‘Dr. Malone’ was on her way up the drive. He was pleased to see that
they extended her the proper respect and knew he had Royce to thank for that.
The big guy was the only one of them that still adhered to the old ways.

Trying to look calm, cool, and collected, he
damn near jumped out of his skin when the door opened, and he got his first
glimpse of the most wonderful woman ever created after three very long weeks.
She paused for just a second, threw her brown leather messenger bag to the side
and started towards him. He saw that she was nervous, and knew that no matter
how hard it was, he had to let
her
come to
him
. It had to be her
decision. So he waited, holding the flowers he had picked, and looking into her
dark brown eyes.

She stopped five feet in front of him, and for
the first time since coming through the door, looked like she truly wanted to
be there. When she spoke, her smoky voice wrapped around him, and the pieces of
his world that had seemed askew since opening his eyes fell into place. All was
right with his world. “How are you feeling?” She asked.

His mouth was so dry, he barely forced out his
answer, “Fine, now that you’re here, Doc.” She graced him with a spectacular
smile. He could see stars in her eyes, and the hairs on his arms stood on end.
No longer able to stand not having her in his arms, he stood and closed the
distance between them. The moment their skin touched, the resulting electric
current made him weak in the knees.

If he’d been anyone else, he would’ve written
her a sonnet or spoken beautiful words that expressed everything he was
feeling, but he was who he was, and he did the only thing he could, he kissed
her with his entire being. He poured all the love and devotion he felt for the
amazing woman he held into that kiss. She sighed, opening to him completely,
filling him with pride that she trusted him. Dropping the flowers and pulling
her as close as he could, their kiss caught fire, and he knew it would only be
minutes before the need to have her naked beneath him took over. She climbed
his body as blown away by their passion as he. He grabbed her ass, lifting her
until he could feel her hardened nipples against his chest. Only their clothes
kept him from her luscious body. Unable to wait any longer, he slid his hands
down the back of her thighs and pushed her legs until she wrapped them around
his waist.

Taking the stairs three at a time and never
losing contact with her incredible mouth, he raced to their room. The feel of
her hands in his hair, her nails scratching his scalp, and the way she
continued to lose control, spurred him on. Balancing her on his raised thigh he
barely got the door open as she started to grind against his leg. He could feel
the heat of her excitement through their clothes, and his mouth watered to
taste the honey he knew was flowing from her pussy. The door bounced off the
wall. He stepped across the threshold and kicked it closed with his booted
foot, not missing a beat in his quest to bury his throbbing cock into his wet and
ready mate.

His knees hit the bed at the same time she
unwound her legs from his waist and slid down his body. The friction was enough
that he thought he might explode in his jeans. He pulled back from their kiss.
Sam moaned at the loss. The lustful half-lidded look she gave him had him
pulling her scrub top over her head and tearing the bra from her body. Just the
sight of her breasts short-circuited his brain. His mouth latched onto one
hard
nipple while his thumb and forefinger worked the other and then he
switched. All the while Sam mewled and writhed, holding him fast to her breast.

He released her nipple with a pop, and threw
his head back, trying to catch his breath. The feel of her hands on his zipper
had him snapping to attention. Before he could grab her, she knelt before him
and was working his jeans downward. He placed his hands under her arms, and she
looked him right in the eyes, shaking her head. “Please, Lance, I want to do
this. I
need
to do this,” she panted, and whatever blood was left in his
brain headed south. There was no way in this life or the next that he could
deny her anything. Just the thought of her lips on his cock made him gasp for
air.

The first lick of her tongue across the tip,
and he saw stars. “
Damn
, Doc! You’re
gonna
kill
me,” he hissed and was rewarded when he felt her smile against his rock hard
cock. Then she sucked him into her mouth so slowly that he thought his head
would surely fly off his shoulders. He resisted pumping his hips. He glimpsed
heaven when the tip of his erection touched the back of her throat as she
hollowed out her cheeks and swallowed. She slowly let him all but fall out her
mouth and then ran her tongue up and down the slit that he knew wept with
precum
.

He fell from her mouth, and he groaned never
wanting it to end. As if reading his mind, s
he ran her tongue along
the vein that ran the length of his cock. He became so hard, he was sure he
would explode in a matter of seconds
or
die from anticipation. Her
tongue lavished the ridge under his mushroom head causing him to moan so loudly
he was sure everyone in the house could hear despite the soundproofing.

He
was holding on by a thread, panting like a dog, but there was no way he would
take this from his Sam. She wanted control, and he would give it to her even if
it killed him. He moved his hands to her shoulders and kneaded. Breathing
faster than when he had been forced to run twenty miles without using his
enhanced abilities , he wondered if any of his kin had ever hyperventilated or
died of cardiac arrest.
Didn’t matter.
He would be
happy to be the first if it meant feeling her mouth on him for just a moment
longer.

She
surprised him by sucking all of his considerable length into her mouth in one
quick motion, but she damn near threw him over the edge when she started
massaging him with her tongue, and swallowing around his swollen head. The
muscles in her mouth and throat milked him until his eyes crossed beneath his
closed lids. He squeezed her shoulders, careful not to hurt her, and spoke
through gritted teeth. “Doc,
mo
ghra
’
, I’m not
going to last if you keep doing that.” The sound of his pained voice would have
made him laugh if there had been any air left in his lungs. She mumbled, “
Mmhmm
,” and the vibrations against his aroused cock caused
his body to break out in a cold sweat. Never before had he experienced anything
like it. He grabbed her hair and realized she still wore her signature braid.

All
thought flew from his mind as she pulled him from her mouth, and quicker than
he knew she could move sucked one, and then the other of his balls in to her
mouth. She licked and massaged with her tongue while working up and down his
penis with her fist. Just as he was sure he was going to embarrass himself, she
took his length in her mouth, placed both her hands around the base, and worked
him in and out of her mouth, sucking and humming until he could do nothing but
release into her waiting mouth. He floated back to earth, and realized she was
still working her lips up and down his semi erect cock.

He
had suffered the sweetest torture possible from his mate’s luscious lips, and
now it was his turn. Within seconds she was flat on her back with a stunned
expression and lips rosy and swollen from the way she had just loved him. Using
his enhanced speed, he stripped the rest of her clothing from her body and
threw her legs over his shoulders. He chuckled as she gasped when he blew on
her weeping center. Rubbing his nose against the warm, wet silk covering what
he wanted most, her aroused scent drove him mad. His only option was to taste
her or die from want. Tormenting both of them just a bit more, he ran the very
tip of his tongue from the bottom to the very top of the glistening seam of her
pussy bypassing her engorged nub and smiled
when
she grabbed his hair, trying to direct him where she wanted him most.

At
the first taste of his mate on his lips, he groaned deep in his throat. With no
restraint left, and his dragon pushing harder than he’d ever felt he buried his
tongue deep inside. Needing more of her, he placed his hands under her ass and
lifted her as close as possible to his face, to feast on what would be his for
all time. He licked every inch he could touch, drinking all that she was.

Sam
gasped and mewled, struggling to breathe as he continued his assault, happy to
go on until she collapsed from exhaustion. He placed the flat of his
tongue at the bottom of her outer lips, applied just a little pressure, and
licked all the way to her clit. Her bright red nub slid neatly between his lips
and he used the tip of his tongue to tease it until she came so hard he
struggled to swallow all her juices. He nuzzled and nipped all around her
inflamed lips until she released his hair and her breathing began to slow.

Lifting
her legs gently off his shoulders and massaging from her ankles to her thighs,
he marveled at the sight before him. Never had there been a lovelier sight than
his mate completely satiated, barely able to keep her eyes open.

He
kissed her hip and made his way to just below her belly button where he spent a
little extra time with his tongue and teeth. Sam’s giggle was music to his
ears. Licking his way up her stomach to the sweet spot right between her
breasts, he nipped, enjoying the gasp from her luscious lips, and then licked
and sucked to ease the sting. Palming both her breasts, he squeezed the already
raised peaks and sighed as they pushed against his hands. He kissed her neck,
and paid special attention to one of his favorite spots right behind her ear.
She rolled her head to the side, allowing him greater access. He spent a few
extra minutes tasting and kissing until her nails dug into his biceps.

Enjoying
the taste and feel of his mate, knowing there would never be any place better
than in her arms, she completely shocked him when she grabbed him by the hair
and slammed her mouth to his. He opened immediately as she ravenously ate at
his mouth. His Sam had passion and fire. Love exploded in his heart and soul.
He shifted his hips the tiniest bit, and pushed into her until he could go no
farther. She tore her mouth from his and gasped, “Lance! Yes!
Oh God, yes!”

He
wanted to go slow the first time in her after so long, but the feel of her
muscles contracting around him, driving him higher, made it impossible for him
to hold still any longer. He slid back out of her until only the very tip of
his cock rested inside her opening. “Look at me, Samantha,” he commanded, using
her given name, and her eyes locked with his.