Seducing the Dragon: Part Four (11 page)

Blinking in confusion, Evie demanded, “Why did you stop?”

Glancing at her dragonman, she watched his flashing pupils again. In a gravelly voice, Bram said, “I need to taste you first. Then I’ll allow you to come again.”

She frowned “Allow me to come? Bram…”

His warm, rough hands rubbing over her breasts, her stomach, and then her plump thighs stopped her in mid-sentence. As he continued to caress her skin, she almost forgave him for pulling out.
 

She parted her legs when he pushed and Bram stared at her pussy. He whispered, “Mine,” before leaning down and licking her slit with his warm, wide tongue.

Evie clutched the sheets as he continued to flick and lick her sensitive flesh, careful never to touch her clit. With each passing second, her frustration grew until he finally swirled her clit with long, hard strokes. She drew in a breath and clenched the sheets tighter. When he nibbled, she moaned and whispered, “Oh, god, yes.”

He growled and the vibrations went straight to her clit. Another few swirls and nibbles and another orgasm took her as she cried out Bram’s name.

She’d barely stopped spasming when Bram moved away from her pussy, flipped her over, and raised her arse in the air. He thrust into her from behind and she moaned at the fullness. “You’re going to kill me with sex, aren’t you?”

“Not kill. Make you carry my young.”

His words shot straight between her legs. Yes, when the clan wasn’t in danger, she rather liked his dragon’s primitive nature.

He slapped her arse and moved. Between two orgasms and a dragonman’s giant cock moving inside her, she forgot about everything but the man behind her and the way he made her body come alive.

Chapter Ten

Three weeks later

Evie snuggled into Bram’s chest and sighed. Half-awake, she nestled up against her dragonman feeling warm and content, especially since her morning sickness had yet to rear its ugly head.

Placing her hand on her stomach, Evie smiled. The DNA compatibility test she’d had as a teenager only seemed to hold true for any dragonman who wasn’t her true mate. As Bram’s dragon had said, true mates would always be compatible. It had only taken five days of mind-blowing frenzied sex interspersed with eating and taking care of Murray before Bram had scented her pregnancy. She would keep the joy on his face in her memory until the day she died.

Murray squirmed in his bassinet to the side of their bed and Evie waited to see if her little man would wake. Once Bram’s frenzy had stopped, they had decided to keep the little one in their room for a few weeks. Dragon-shifters often relied on scent for comfort, Bram had told her, and Murray being near his new parents and branding their scent into his memories would help with the transition.

While Bram was filling in the gaps of her dragon-shifter knowledge, she was also educating Bram and the Stonefire Protectors on the ways of the DDA and on British law. Most of her free time, however, was spent taking care of their newly adopted son and Bram.
 

Not that she’d have it any other way. Murray was Bram’s and her son. Anyone who tried to take him again would feel the combination of their wrath. The dragon hunters had been quiet, but the clan was prepared for another attack. Especially given what was to happen today.

Bram nuzzled her cheek and whispered, “I can hear you thinking.” He placed a hand over hers on her abdomen. “Is the wee dragon baby making you sick again?”

“No.” She gave him a gentle kiss. “But I’d be lying if I wasn’t a little worried about today.”

He nibbled her earlobe and some of the tension eased out of her body as he said, “You’re already my mate, Evie Marshall Moore-Llewellyn. Today is just a ceremony contrived by you and Melanie to give the humans a taste of our clan in preparation for Mel’s book release in a few months.”

“I know, and I understand how much our clan needs this exposure, but what if the journalists don’t keep to their signed contracts and paint the clan as monsters who force human women to marry them with threats to their lives?”

Bram ran a hand to her hip and squeezed. “Be yourself and every human in the room would think twice before suggesting I force you to do anything, love.”

She smiled. “It’s good you finally realized that I’m in charge here.”

Her dragonman rolled until he was on top of her, trapping Evie with his body. He whispered against her ear, “Is that so, my little human?”

His hard cock pressing against her stomach made her pussy throb, but she wasn’t about to let him win completely. “Sex is different than every other aspect of our lives.” She moved against his cock and Bram hissed. Smiling at her power over him, she said, “Although if I told you to take me right now, would you listen?”

Bram gently bit her neck as his hand roamed down her body and under her nightshirt. “I was planning on fucking you anyway before I let you out of this bed, so it’s a moot point.”
 

Then his fingers rubbed the swollen flesh between her legs, and Evie had to bite her lip to keep from moaning and waking the baby. She whispered, “I could get out of this bed if I wanted to. You know I keep a bat nearby.”

Her dragonman smiled against her cheek. “That’s for my dragon, and he’s not in control right now.”

Bram teased her slit and wetness rushed between her legs.
Damn it.
She couldn’t let him win.

Clenching down, she managed, “If you ever act the part of an arsehole, I’ll smack you in the balls, too.”

Her mate’s eyes flashed to slits and then he said, “Enough talking.”
 

He thrust a finger inside her pussy and Evie bit her lip harder. When he found her g-spot and rubbed, Evie lightly scored her mate’s back with her nails. “Then stop teasing and fuck me, Bram.”

“Is that an order?”

Frowning, she opened her mouth to reprimand him again when Bram thrust his cock inside her and Evie clutched his shoulders.
 

As he moved, she widened her legs before pulling his face down to hers and kissing him. His tongue was as possessive as his cock, exploring and stroking the inside of her mouth. Then the cheeky bastard thrust harder into her pussy, daring her to make a sound, but Evie wasn’t about to concede defeat. Let him do his best; she wouldn’t be the one waking the baby.

Instead, she moved a hand to his arse and dug in her nails. Bram gave a faint growl and his eyes flashed to slits and back. His dragon always liked it when she was a little rough. She dug her nails a little harder, but he was on to her game and merely pistoned so hard the bed moved.

She was about to scrape his back with her nails in warning when Bram pinched her nipple and she swallowed her moan. If he kept his attention on her nipples, she was in trouble.

Then her dragonman twisted ever so slightly and Evie cried out in pleasure, the sound muffled inside their joined mouths.

Bram stroked her tongue as he pistoned his hips faster. The pressure was building. Evie was done playing games. Moving her hips in time to his rhythm, she needed to feel him come inside her, and not just because it would cause another orgasm. No, even after three weeks, she needed to feel he was alive and still with her.

She loved him with all her heart, even if she hadn’t yet told him. She would never tire of him. Her only fear was if Bram, her other half, would be taken from her before she was ready.

Evie clutched his shoulders tighter and brought his chest closer to hers. Bram was her mate and she was never letting go.

Then her dragonman rubbed her clit. Each stroke sent pleasure coursing through her body. Her tender thoughts were temporarily forgotten.
 

Bram scraped her clit lightly with his nail, and his action pushed her over the edge. She moaned into his mouth as lights flashed inside her eyelids. Her pussy clenched and released Bram’s cock as he continued to move.

He then stilled and took their kiss deeper to drown out his own cry.

Since he was her true mate, each spurt of semen ignited one orgasm after another, pleasure to the point of pain coursing through her body. It was a good pain, though, but when she finally came down, she was no more than a boneless heap in Bram’s arms.

As she lay on Bram’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and Murray’s soft snores, Evie realized how much both of the males in her life had come to mean to her in such a short time. She hugged Bram close and the thought of never sleeping in her dragonman’s arms brought tears to her eyes.

Blinking them back, she nuzzled into Bram’s chest.
Silly pregnancy hormones.
Still, the emotions were true. Bram was her partner in both love and in life. As his warm, rough hands caressed her back, Evie decided she needed to tell him how she felt. Sure, she had no idea if he felt the same or not. After all, they’d only been together about a month. By most standards, that was too fast, but Evie and Bram had never been an ordinary couple.

Still, she wasn’t one to back down. Taking a deep breath, Evie propped herself up on her elbows and met her mate’s gaze.
Damn the man.
The bastard’s eyes were smug.

She still loved him anyway.

Bram patted her arse. “You came close to winning this round, love.”

“You didn’t make me wake the baby, so it’s a tie.”

He grinned and squeezed her arse cheek. “Will everything be a competition with you?”

Poking his chest, she said, “Well, someone has to keep your ego in check. No one else will bloody do it, except for maybe Finn.”

Her dragonman growled. “I don’t like you mentioning his name in my bed.”

She rolled her eyes. “So I guess this means the alpha caveman is here to stay?”

“It’s alpha dragonman, and yes.” He hugged her tightly. “And as much as I’d like to go another round and win, Melanie will be here soon to collect you. I wouldn’t want to face her ire, so I’d get up if I were you.”

Her heart thumped in her chest.
This was it.
She could leave the bed and tell him she loved him later. It would be safer to make sure Bram felt the same way as her. But a small part of her urged her to keep going. It would only take one dragon hunter raid to steal the love of her life away from her. The thought of him never knowing her true feelings gave her the courage she needed.

Running her hand through the patch of dark hair on his chest, Evie said, “I love you, Bram Moore-Llewellyn.”

The one second Bram remained silent seemed like an eternity. Then he grinned and cupped her cheek. “I was wondering how long it’d take for you to tell me with words what I’ve known for weeks with your expressions.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You’re everything I never knew I needed. I love you, Evie Marie.”

“So you’ve loved me all this time and never said anything?”

He squeezed her waist. “Bloody woman, I’m trying to pour my heart out here. Can you work with me a little?”

She grinned. “Maybe. If you make it up to me later.”

Growling, he raised his face to hers. “Aye, I think I can manage that.”

The tenderness in his eyes warmed her heart and Evie decided to stop teasing her dragonman. As he caressed her cheek with his thumb, she whispered the truth, “I don’t think I was truly living until I met you, dragonman. So you’d better stay alive or else.”

Bram moved his thumb to her lower lip. “Or else what?”

“Or else, this.”

She tickled his armpit and Bram’s laughter echoed inside the bedroom. There was something about the large, muscled clan leader being ticklish that made her laugh right alongside him.

Two seconds later, Murray’s crying stopped the tickling. While the mother side of her was upset Bram woke the baby, the Bram’s mate side of her preened at finally winning against him.

Still, Murray’s cries went to her heart. She tried to go to the baby, but Bram prevented her a moment and gave her a quick, hot kiss first before releasing her as he said, “Round two will be mine.”

Evie smiled at his challenge. “I look forward to you losing again.”

Bram laughed as she moved from the bed. She picked up Murray and bounced her baby boy to try to calm him down. Her eyes met Bram’s. The love shining in his eyes for both her and Murray brought tears to her eyes again. And for once, she didn’t care that her pregnancy made her emotional. This moment was one she’d keep with her always.

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Bram adjusted the sporran-like pouch over his crotch and resisted straightening his formal dragon-shifter attire for the hundredth time. He still didn’t know how Evie had convinced him to go through with inviting outsiders to be a part of what should be their special day.

Still, as he scanned the crowd in front of him, the four journalists sitting in the front room were furiously scribbling in their notebooks. He only hoped he’d made the best decision for his clan. While the dragon hunters had retreated for the time being, Stonefire and Lochguard were still searching for the reason why the Carlisle rescue attempt had been so easy. No doubt, Simon Bourne would strike again and Bram had a feeling that next time, more than one person would die.

His eyes fell on Finlay Stewart sitting in the back row. Bram would rather have spent his mating day without the Scottish bastard’s grins and winks, but Evie had convinced him to invite the Lochguard leader.

At least Finn was sitting on the opposite side of the room from Arabella. He’d kept his word concerning the dragonwoman, although the glances Ara kept giving the Scottish leader worried Bram a little.

Moving his gaze, Bram checked that Kai was stationed at the rear door, keeping an eye out for any uninvited guests. The journalists had used their contacts in Westminster to gain permission to be on a dragon-shifter’s land. It was only a matter of time before others, or Evie herself, figured out a loophole to allow others to visit. His head Protector was determined to make sure any unwanted visitors didn’t try to harm the clan.

Then his mate entered from the back dressed in a traditional dragon-shifter dress of cream and he forgot about everything but his beautiful female. The sight of her glowing face and the way the dress hugged her curves warmed his heart, as well as a few other places. When she winked at him, he suddenly forgot why he’d ever try to resist her charms.