Haunted By Her Dragon (The Dragon Guard Series) (34 page)

He
pushed back into her as fast and hard as he could and pulled right back out,
starting a rhythm that she met stroke for stroke. They continued to stare into
each other’s eyes as their passion rose. Pushing her knees towards her chest,
he lifted her bottom off the bed. Their new position allowed him the deeper
access to her weeping channel he sought. He rolled his hips, touching every
inch of his mate that he could. The walls of her vagina closed tighter around
him. They lost eye contact when her eyes rolled back in her head, and it was
just as well because he felt a grin of pride spread across his face as he
fought for air. He slammed into her, bumping her clit with his pelvis as her
breathing accelerated, and the pulse in her neck pumped ferociously. The sound
of their
bodies slapping together, coupled with
their heavy breathing, was all he could hear as he watched Sam racing towards
her release.

His
balls drew up tight. He reached between their bodies, barely touching her clit
with his thumb and watched as she flew apart in his arms. Her bottomless brown
eyes snapped to his and there within, was the promise of their future. That one
look from the most important person in his world pushed him over the edge. His
orgasm triggered another in her, and he finally understood the true meaning of
bliss. They collapsed, spent, fulfilled, and incredibly happy.

He
awoke to the sun shining through the blinds, and a tiny little knock at the
door. Carefully, he moved Sam from
her
place draped across his chest,
and watched as she curled onto her side, sweetly falling back into a deep
sleep. He slipped out of bed and into his jeans. Opening the door just enough
to slide into the hall, it was just barely closed before Sydney jumped into his
arms, talking a hundred miles a minute, and smiling from ear to ear. “Grace and
Kyndel
said to wait until you came out, and Royce
said he would play another game of
Candyland
with me,
but I really wanted to see you and Dr. Sam and I don’t wait very well. Can we
go in and see her?”

“Dr.
Sam is still sleeping
Syd
, but we can go down and
make some breakfast, maybe play until she gets up, cool?”

She
clapped her hands, and bounced in his arms, “
Yay
!
Let’s do it! But you better put a shirt on you silly dragon.”

He
damn near dropped her, and could feel his eyes go round when she called him a
silly dragon, but then he remembered all that Siobhan had told him about the
little sweetie, and couldn’t help but laugh along with her. “If I’m a silly
dragon, then you are most definitely a silly girl,” he teased as he sat her on
her feet, and mussed the curls on her head.

“You
head on down, and I’ll grab a shirt and be right there.”

“Okay,”
she sing-
songed
and skipped towards the stairs. No
sooner had he put his hand on the doorknob then she called to him, “Lance?”

“Yes,
Darlin
’,” he answered looking over his shoulder.

“Love
you,” she said, and continued her trip to the stairs.

He
stood motionless as he watched her disappear down the stairs, and smiled as he
entered the bedroom. The sight that caught his eyes, coupled with what had just
happened in the hall, made him believe he had to be the most blessed of all
dragon kin. Sam was still curled on her side, facing him with a look of
absolute peace on her face. Her long curly hair spread out behind her made his
fingers itch to run through the silky tendrils as he had all through the night.
It was truly one of his guilty pleasures to unwind her hair from the intricate
French braid she frequently wore, and watch as it resumed its true wild form.
He would never tire of simply looking at her.

A
few weeks ago he’d
feared
turning into a sappy shell of himself, but now
he welcomed all the love and devotion he felt thrumming through his veins and
filling his heart. He had mistaken love for weakness, when in essence it was
the strength that had brought him back to life, and the unyielding force that
made absolutely anything seem possible. Knowing if he didn’t leave right away
he would end up back in bed making love to Sam, he grabbed a clean T-shirt from
the drawer and pulled it over his head as he made his way down the stairs. He
could hear the sounds of
Syd
explaining the finer
points of block stacking to Jay, along with his brethren laughing and joking in
the kitchen. 

Deciding
caffeine was a necessity after the night he’d spent loving his mate, he headed
straight for the kitchen. As soon as his bare feet hit tile, the jokes started.
Of all the taunts he listened to as he poured a cup of coffee, Aidan’s damn
near caused him to spit coffee across the counter. “Hey there Macho Man, what’s
with the moony eyes? Did cupid shove an arrow up your ass?”

When
he could speak again, he smiled the grin he knew pissed them all off, and said,
“He damn sure did.”

Chuckling
at their stunned silence, he joined
Syd
on the floor,
and helped build block castles while the child told stories of princesses
trapped in towers and the knights that saved them. Jay crawled from structure
to structure wreaking havoc, and putting everything possible in his mouth.
Kyndel
passed by a few times to make sure they were all
getting along while picking up toys that had spread all over the house. Aidan
told him Grace was locked in her office with some new information concerning
the whereabouts of ‘The Auctioneer’ as he passed by on his way to join his
mate.

It
wasn’t until his stomach growled that he remembered he hadn’t eaten this
morning.
“Hey,
Syd
, you hungry?”

He
could tell she was thinking about it before she nodded, “I am. Can we have
chicken nuggets and French fries?”

“We
sure can,” he answered, and stood, scooping Jay up at the same time.
Syd
grabbed his hand as they made their way to the kitchen,
and he imagined what it would be like to take care of Sam and his kids. Little
girls with long dark curls and his blue eyes, charming everyone they came in
contact with, and blonde haired boys with big brown eyes that were always
causing trouble.
Kyndel
met him at the refrigerator
and took Jay for his bottle and a nap, while
Syd
climbed up to the breakfast bar.

He
was bent down placing the nuggets and fries in the oven when he felt his mate’s
arms wrap around his waist. Standing and turning to face her at the same time,
he was once again amazed that someone as brilliant and beautiful as she was had
been designed just for him. “How did you sleep, Doc?”

She
got a dreamy look in her eyes, and barely spoke above a whisper, “Great. And
you?”

“Best
night I’ve ever had,” he said as he kissed the tip of her nose, and pulled her
closer.

Out
of the corner of his eye, he saw
Syd
struggling to
climb off her barstool. Putting his mouth to her ear, he whispered, “There’s a
little girl back there dying to see you.”

She
blushed
the most spectacular color of pink and twisted
in his arms, “Hey Pretty Girl, get over here and let’s have a
huggy
party.”

Syd
hit the floor running and squeezed between their legs. Sam stepped back as
Lance picked the child up, and held her on his hip. The little sweetheart
kissed both of their cheeks, and looked from one to the other. He saw something
brewing her eyes, and winked at Sam before speaking, “So tell me, Little Bit,
what’s on your mind?”

He
and Sam waited as Sydney looked down, took a deep breath, and then began, “I
was thinking…” She looked between the two of them. “Will I have to go back to
the ‘big house’? Cause I really like it here with you, and all the other
dragons and Miss
Kyndel
and Baby Jay and Miss Grace.”

When
she finished, her head dropped forward, avoiding their gaze. Sam and he looked
at each for a few long moments. He could see the conflict in his mate’s eyes,
and feel her love for the child through their bond. Making the first real
decision of what he thought of as his new life, he spoke, “
Syd
,
we are going to do everything possible to keep you with us. That is if you are
sure you want to stay.”

The
last word was barely out of his mouth before both of his girls had thrown their
arms around his neck, and he understood the true meaning of ‘
huggy
party’. The term ‘
His girls’
continued to roll
around in his brain, but it only took a few seconds for him to realize that is
exactly who they were…
His
.
His to love.
 
His to protect.
 
His to have in his
life for all time.
It just felt right. “All right you two, we need
plates and silverware, ketchup and something to drink. The chicken nuggets and
fries should be just about done.”

The
girls released his neck. Sydney practically jumped out of his arms, and headed
to the fridge while Sam collected plates, utensils, and cups, and both headed
to the table. As they ate, they discussed plans for the day, and Sam let them
know she had two days off. He grinned to himself, thinking she was going to
need a hell of a lot longer than two days off if things went as he had planned.

They
spent the rest of the day walking the grounds, picking flowers since the ones
he’d picked the night before were now gone and playing hide and seek. Later,
they watched
The Little Mermaid
and
Cars
, two of
Syd’s
favorite movies. At about eight-thirty, Sam announced
it was bath time, and that he could meet them in Sydney’s room in about a half
an hour for bedtime stories.

Left
to his own devices, he wandered towards Grace’s office. What sounded like a
serious conversation could be heard as he walked up. Not wanting to eavesdrop,
he resisted the urge to use his enhanced hearing and instead stepped over the
threshold. “Glad you could join us, Bro,” Aidan said as he looked up from the
pile of papers neatly stacked in front of him.

“Hey,
Dude, how you
feelin
’?” Aaron asked.

“I’m
good. Thanks, man,” he answered as they slapped each other on the back.

Rayne
took charge as he had for as many years as Lance could remember, “Glad to have
you back. We were just discussing what Grace has learned about ‘The Auctioneer’
and the traitor. Max’s men are trying to find a way back in with the lead
wizard. The little information they did get, proved that he and the human
criminal are working together, and it appears that Andrew has formed his own
group with the wizards that severed ties to the Master.”

The
volume of grumbling increased and Rayne shot a look at each member of their
Force indicating he was not finished speaking. As the noise died down he
continued, “So what we surmised from the shit storm in the woods was correct.
Andrew is running his own show, and still has a connection to black magic;
however, we believe it is not as powerful or as plentiful as before.”

Kyra
spoke from her spot next to Grace, “Now that I know the son of a bitch uses
black magic, and I have the ‘taste’ of it, I can
scry
for a location, but I’ll tell you that he has one hell of a shielding spell, so
unless I’m close I have no clue how reliable it’ll be.” She narrowed her eyes,
and spit through gritted teeth, almost growling, “But I can promise once we
catch him, I’m
gonna
have a party torturing the shit
out of the little fucker.”

He
looked around the room as each of his brothers either bit the inside of his
cheeks or coughed into their hands to avoid laughing at the tiny, platinum
haired witch that nearly vibrated with her anger. She was definitely not over
the fact that the little fucker had duped her into making amulets for him, and
then he twisted her white magic with his filthy black magic. Siobhan had shared
with him that her Council was not holding any of Andrew’s actions against Kyra,
and it seemed as though she had been accepted into their motley crew at least
by most of his brethren.

They
continued to discuss strategy for capturing the asshole and stopping ‘The
Auctioneer’. There was no way any of them were going to let harm come to those
they loved. He looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was story time
so he said his goodbyes and headed out to see his girls. In the hallway, he
damn near ran right into Royce. The big guy looked frustrated and tired.
“What’s up, grandpa?”

 “I’m
really not in the mood for your shit tonight, Pain in the Ass.”

He
cut off the big guy’s attempt to slide past him, and put his hand on his chest,
“Seriously, what’s going on?”

Royce
took a deep breath, and stared over his head for almost an entire minute. When
he responded, Lance could hear the sheer exhaustion in his friend’s voice,
“Nothing. Just the same shit, different day, and
I’m
late to the party.” He nodded towards the door Lance had just come through.

Seeing
his oldest friend was in no way ready to talk about whatever was bothering him,
he decided to let it go for the moment, “All right, I’m heading up to tuck
Sydney in. Talk to you tomorrow.”