Koshi (10 page)

He ran the tip over her lips, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

She had to laugh. With Ishi in this mood, how could she not want to please him? She licked the tip before letting him slid it between her lips.

In and out, he teased her by barely entering, but the twinkle faded, consumed by something hungrier.

This position left her hands free to explore his body, yet it exposed her to his will and his control. How much of it did she want him to lose while at his mercy? She leaned forward while clutching his ass with her long fingernails, and sucked him deeper.

With a hiss, he gripped the headboard.

She wanted to add
making a dragon gatekeeper her sex slave
to her resume of life experiences. As if possessed by Aphrodite, she put her back into deep-throating, and clung to his thrusting hips as he whispered words she didn’t understand in a breathy voice.

“Enough.” He yanked away from her arms and sat back on his heels, breathing hard.

* * * *

When was the last time he’d had a lover? Too long to recall. Females of his race didn’t understand his sense of humor, and most left in a puff of flames. However, sweet Sandra kept coming back.

She’d searched him out at his small farm, climbed the mountainside, jumped him when the gate teleported him among goblins to fight, and after all that, still returned to sing to him.

The saji either meant very much to her or maybe…he mentally shook himself. He wasn’t going to travel down this path. It only led to pain. Better to enjoy what he could in the present.

Gazing at her eager, beautiful face, he caught his breath. He had much better things to do than worry about his feelings, like convincing a certain human female she never wanted to leave his den.

With a sharp tug, he snapped the latch on the front of her bra open and let her rounded, firm tits tumble loose. They were even better than he’d imagined, and he had a pretty good imagination. He swept her into his arms and brought those perfect globes closer for a better inspection.

She gave a small cry of surprise at the sudden motion. Her chest rose faster. “You’re still very strong in this form.”

He licked one hard bud.

Gasping, she buried her fingers in his hair and clung to him.

Tender skin caressed his taste buds. So soft and bitable. He sucked on the nipple until she writhed in his arms, then he moved to the other. Silly of her to continue thinking of him as human after everything she’d seen.

“Koishi.”

He growled low in his throat and nipped her sensitive bud.

“Ow! Ishi, I meant Ishi.” She pulled at his hair, trying to flee his teasing suckles.

Spreading his hand over her spine, he had an excellent hold. She could fight all she wanted, but there’d be no escape. He grasped her breast in his free hand, molding it, enjoying the weight, while he ran a wet tongue over her swollen areola. Cream and silk slid over his tongue. How could a creature be so soft?

Wet jeans scraped against his chest as she spread her thighs. Words like
Oh God
and
please
kept slipping from between her lips.

He blew over the damp skin of her nipple and watched it harden even more.

She went silent as a shiver ran through her body and she arched her back.

Watching her lean form captured within his arms in a moment of ecstasy, he couldn’t pry his stare away. The way she lost herself to the passion threatened to sweep him in her wake. Like a storm, she’d rolled over his life and would leave him in shambles. Releasing his hold, he set her upon the mattress and yanked on her wet jeans. They stuck. With a jerk and a gnashing of teeth, he finally peeled them from her like a second skin.

Pink lace covered the apex of her thighs. A noise close to a purr rolled in his throat. The entrance to tantalizing flesh and the doorway to hours of pleasure, all wrapped in a pretty package. He bent between her legs, setting her heels to rest upon his back so she wouldn’t tire. He had plans for her energy later.

Tracing the edge of delicate material with his tongue, he slipped inside long enough to steal a sweet taste of his Sandra. He glanced at her face. His? His gaze traveled from between her thighs and along her heaving breast until it met hers.

The desire within her eyes flared.

Very much his. Her panties didn’t have a chance. He hooked his finger under the crotch and tore them from her hips with a sharp jerk. His balls ached as they clenched at the sight of her fragile flesh. He leaned closer and licked between her labia, searching for her sweet spot.

Long ago, in Outremer and in Inverness before the gates were guarded, virgins were tied to altars as a sacrifice to appease dragon kind. He was too young to have experienced that type of worship, but the way Sandra lay across his bed made him wish such traditions continued. Then he could demand she be his forever.

She ran her fingertips through his hair, allowing his locks to slide between them.

The intimate gesture curled around his heart as if she caressed him there instead. How could he want Sandra to stay against her will? His stomach curdled. He wanted her to stay of her own free will. His kin would accuse of him of being around humans too much. Was it so terrible that he needed her to want him? There was something to be said about love, as evidenced by the necklace around his throat.

Latching on to her clit, he fondled it with teeth and tongue. He loved the little nonsensical noises she made.

She squirmed and pulled at the sheets on the bed.

“Take me,” she cried and tried to wiggle beneath him.

With a chuckle, he planted his hand on her abdomen and kept her in place. So eager and easy to please. Such behavior should be rewarded. Grasping her nipple with his free hand, he twisted it and simultaneously flicked her bud with his tongue.

Her moans turned into a sharp gasp. Pumping her hips, she struggled for breath while repeating, “Yes” over and over. She gripped his hair as if he were the only handhold while she dangled from a cliff.

Before her orgasm dissipated, he crawled over her and rolled them so she sat straddling his hips.

She blinked at him, a little dazed.

“Ride me.” From below, he drove his cock into her wet and ready pussy.

Tight, silken flesh gripped his rod as she convulsed around it. She threw back her head, sweat gleaming on her skin with the torchlight of his chambers.

He pushed deeper, in time with her strokes. Breathing became difficult. “Wait.” He didn’t want to come, but the sight of her bouncing breasts as she arched back undid him. He grasped her hips and let her take them both over.

As if kicked from behind, he thrust hard and spilled his seed while she cried his name and milked his cock.

Slowing her thrusts, she slumped, then curled onto him, her chest heaving.

He stroked and cradled her against his drumming heart. Who would have known that such a change came on the wake of the storm that brought her to his island? Not him.

He’d spent a large part of his life protecting the gate, an honor bestowed on only the greatest of warriors, except he fought for all the wrong reasons. He’d done it for the title and the glory of battle.

What if something broke through and hurt this world? His Sandra? How could he expect her to stay by his side when danger lurked in his den? Gatekeepers kept the balance of two worlds, yet one little human female could distract him enough to forget his duty.

Maybe the gates chose the greatest warriors not only for their skills, but for the isolated lives they lived. Odd, how empty his existence seemed now.

She traced her necklace where it lay on his chest. “I never thought I’d be willing to part with it.”

His heart twisted. The metal weighed heavy and he had trouble breathing.

“I’m glad you have it.” She placed a kiss upon his skin next to it. “You understand how precious it is.”

He took a deep, shaky breath and squeezed her close. “Come let me give you the saji.”

Chapter 10

Sandra’s brain was shutting down one system at a time, so she didn’t catch exactly what Ishi had said.

Exhausted muscles trembled in her limbs as she lay across his warmth. She never wanted to move again. His hard body was the best mattress she’d ever rested on. She didn’t want to return home; she’d found everything she craved in life here.

Sighing, she rolled off and sprawled across the blankets, staring at the cave ceiling. She
had
to leave. Her desires didn’t matter, saving her sister’s life did. She glanced at Ishi, who stared at her with such interest it broke her heart.

“Come on.” He nudged her shoulder. “The treasure room isn’t far.” His gaze traveled from her face, caressing her nude form as it moved along her body. “I could carry you.”

She laughed. “I’m not that worn out.”

He buried his face against her neck. “Not yet.”

“But I’m not going anywhere naked. Not with that–that Urgle running around.”

His quiet chuckle by her ear melted over her heart. “I think you remaining naked is an excellent idea. You know, there once was this king in Outremer who made it a law in his kingdom that no female could wear a top.”

“You’re making that up.”

He laughed harder. “No, it’s true. The females revolted.”

She snorted. “Like they should.”

“Wait, there’s a moral to this story. Even though they protested, they still had to do it half naked or be arrested. Merchants began diverting their routes to pass through this city of bared breasts. They brought more commerce, and tourism flourished. As money began to flow into the city, the revolt was forgotten. To this day, it is one of the wealthiest places in Outremer.”

Rolling to her side, she eyed him. “I’m not seeing the moral.” What an odd world he came from.

“Breasts bring prosperity, of course.” He tweaked her nipple.

She groaned and swung the closest pillow at his head. “That’s a terrible story.”

“It’s not a story. It’s fact.” He grinned at her behind the pillow. “I’ll take you there if you’d like me to prove it.”

Her pulse slowed almost to a stop. “To Outremer?” She’d never even dared dream of crossing the gate.

Turning his back to her, he settled the pillow where it belonged. “Sure.” He glanced over his shoulder. “You’d have to go topless.” Then he winked.

She tossed another pillow at his head.

“Stop that. Are you forgetting what I am?”

“An egotistical dragon with a terrible sense of humor and a bad case of scale rot?” She climbed out of bed and grabbed her wet jeans. Without a tube of lubricant, she’d never get them on.

“Is that what you think?” He pulled her against him. “And you still had sex with me? Must be true love.” His mouth found hers before she could respond. Firm, full lips devoured her as she went limp in his arms. It was exactly what she thought of him. He was perfect.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. If only…

With a sigh, he retreated from her hungry lips. “I have some spare clothes in a trunk around here somewhere.” He strode to a pile of rolled carpets, discarded blankets and pillows. Tossing things to the side, he revealed an old wooden chest and pulled it free. He opened it and pulled out one brightly colored garment after another.

“Where did you get these?” She leaned against his back and peeked around his shoulder. Inside lay a pile of dresses and blouses made of very fine fabrics.

He held a bikini-like top made of brass disks.

“No.”

His grin faded. “You’re not any fun.”

“Fine.” She snatched it from his hand and tried to make sense of how to wear it. “I won’t even ask how you got it.”

“That’s a good policy.” He dug in the box and came out with a pair of filmy transparent pants.

“Were you dating a genie?” She latched the top and could barely squeeze her breasts inside the cups. Apparently, a much smaller sized female once owned this.

“Better for you not to know.”

She took the offered pink pants and dressed, tying the sash around her waist. With a shake of her shoulders, she made the metal disks chime.

“Whoa.” He stepped back. “I retract my offer to bring you to that city. I’d have to fight off hordes.”

“And I retract my statement as well. Where did all these clothes come from?” Wearing an old girlfriend’s outfit made her skin crawl. She reached behind her to unclasp the bra, but Ishi grasped her hand.

“Most are from travelers immigrating to Inverness. I can’t let them into your world wearing clothes like this. They have to discard their past and leave here looking human.” He drew her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “That outfit was from a fairy princess who ran from an unhappy engagement.” Brushing his fingertips over the metal, he gave her a smug grin. “You make those chimes ring much better.”

“So some supernatural creatures live on my side of the gate?”

He shrugged. “Sure. I do, don’t I? Other gatekeepers, those who wish to leave magic behind or are in hiding or fall in love with a human–there are a lot of different reasons I might let them stay. This gate leaves it up to me to decide. I think it trusts me.”