Read Her Mad Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 15) Online
Authors: Julia Mills
His little witch placed lazy kisses along chest as her
fingers teased the hair across the marking that depicted his dragon. He sucked
air through his teeth as she scraped her nails across his raised nipples and
his painfully hard erection jumped against the soft globes of her bum.
A sly grin crossed her lips as the tip of her tongue danced
over his chest and she whispered,
“Someone’s excited,”
into his mind.
Crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Maddox stalked
across the room and gently laid Calysta in the middle of their king sized bed.
He was just about to follow her down when his crafty little witch rolled to her
stomach and lifted up onto her knees. He was momentarily dumbfounded but then
almost came before his time when she flipped her long mane of curls to the side
and looked over her shoulder while purring, “What are you waiting for, my big
strong dragon?”
Maddox needed no more invitation. From one heartbeat to the
next he went from standing at the side of the bed to on his knees with his
hands on Calysta’s hips and his incredibly hard erection poised at her warm wet
entrance. Her eyes glittered as the morning sun shone through the windows.
Flames danced along his spine, filling every fiber of
his being with the undeniable fact that he’d known all along—this woman, his
Calysta, was his future, his love, his soul—
his everything
.
Caught in her emerald gaze,
he slowly pushed into her. Inch by glorious inch, closer and closer to being
one with the love of his life, Maddox panted as the need to lunge forward
battled with the want to savor every single second of entering his mate.
Calysta, however, was not of the same mind and took the control from him by
pushing her hips backward and engulfing him in the fiery heat of her depths.
The tip of his erection
touched the mouth of her womb. Her bum slapped against his hips and then all
motion stopped. They sighed in unison as her heavenly walls contracted around
him, pulling him even deeper, holding them together. Calysta rolled her hips in
the most erotic little figure eight, making both man and dragon roar.
The need to move overtook
Maddox. His fingers dug into his little witch’s soft flesh as he pounded in and
out of her. Calysta rocked on her knees, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Unbridled passion flowed from one mate to the other. He couldn’t go fast
enough, couldn’t get enough of her, needed to never leave the haven of his mate
again.
Leaning his much larger body
over hers as they continued to move as one, Maddox palmed both of her ample
breasts in his hands. He loved the way they swayed in his hands as his body
moved in and out of Calysta’s. He massaged her supple skin with enough force to
drive a squeal of pleasure from her lips and grinned as the tips of her
hardened nipples drove into his palms.
The harder he massaged, the
harder her walls contracted around his erection. The erotic massage drove the
breath from his lungs. Maddox panted while trying to maintain control as his
orgasm threatened to overtake him. Needing to climax at the same time as his
mate, the mad dragon tenderly pinched both of Calysta’s nipples between the
thumb and forefinger of each hand. He then rolled his hips as he thrust with
uncontained vigor in and out of her. The change in position caused the tip of
his cock to brush the nerves at the top of her channel on every swipe while his
hips pushed against her swollen and sensitive nub.
When he felt his little witch
just about to lose control, the mad dragon bit down on the tender skin just
under her mating mark. Calysta screamed his name until she lost her voice as
Maddox roared against her skin, coming with such force he had to let go of her
beautiful breasts and put his palms on the bed to keep from collapsing onto her
back. Their combined ecstasy went on and on, wringing every drop of pleasure
from them both.
Maddox slowed his motions, gently
moving with small strokes until both their heart rates returned to normal.
Still buried deep within his mate, the mad dragon wrapped one arm around her
waist and slowly let his still semi-erect cock slide from the sweetness of her
pussy.
Rolling her over in his arms,
laying her head on her pillow, he followed her down to the bed and pulled her
close. Looking deep into her love-soaked eyes, he whispered,
“Tá tú mo
domhan anois agos go deao.”
“And you are mine,
mo
Dragon
, forever and always.” She smiled and then winked, “Oh, I almost
forgot, Della wanted to give you a mating day present.”
Too tired to guess, he asked,
“And what is that?”
“She’s staying with Kyra and
Roy all weekend and getting Agatha and the Council out of here on Monday
morning for me. So we have the house all to ourselves for three whole days.”
Closing the distance between
them, he laid his lips to Calysta’s and as he made slow sweet love to her
mouth, he whispered directly into her mind,
“That Della, she’s a keeper.”
Then with a snicker,
“Three days, three nights, and nine rooms…sounds good
to me.”
Caitlin knew he was there. Had felt his presence the moment
he sat down on the ridge behind her home. She’d known even before Duke, her
German shepherd and the only companion she’d trusted since the night of the
fire. It was also as clear as the nose on her face that her ‘visitor’ meant her
no harm. She’d even started to think of him as her Guardian. She knew he was
perched beneath the low hanging branches of the weeping willow tree that had
been there longer than she’d been alive and that he stayed long after she
turned out the lights and lay in bed waiting for sleep to take her from the
doldrums of her endless days.
He intrigued her so much that when Duke had scratched on the
door, begging to be let out and investigate what he saw as an intrusion into
his territory, Caitlin hadn’t hesitated. She’d even walked out on her tiny deck
and sat talking to the dog while he sniffed and peed on every blade of grass he
could find.
It was now the sixth night her Guardian had appeared and
Caitlin Bridges had had enough. She was tired of waiting, tired of wandering,
and most of all, tired of not living her life. It had been so long since she’s
spoken to anyone other than Duke or Marcie, the home health nurse who came
three times a week to bring groceries and dog food and to make sure everything
was okay, that the once vital, outgoing young woman wasn’t sure if she
remembered how to have a conversation not involving, “No, hamburgers are fine
for dinner” or “Thank you, that’ll be all for today. Drive safely”.
When the clock struck five in the afternoon, Caitlin made
her way into her room, put on her favorite sweater, the one Marcie always said
highlighted the green ‘sparkles’ in her hazel eyes, and brushed her long dark
hair. She walked back to the kitchen, made a cup of tea, and sat at the table
by the window to wait to feel her Guardian’s arrival. Duke whined and began to
pace between where she sat and the door as the clock chimed seven. She knew the
sun should have almost disappeared behind the mountains and took several deep
breaths to keep from hyperventilating from her excitement.
Patting Duke’s head, she asked, “You ready for this, big
guy? I want you to be on your best behavior.” Her companion’s yip was less than
convincing but nonetheless, made her smile. She knew he’d protect her, even if
it was from herself.
“I know, I know,” she cooed. “But you have to trust me. He’s
a friend. I can feel it.” The young woman touched her chest just over her heart
at the same time she rubbed under Duke’s chin.
The chime indicating it was quarter past seven startled both
Caitlin and Duke. She chuckled and the dog growled. “It’s okay, silly boy. It’s
just the clock.” She took another deep breath, stood, and added, “Time to go
meet our Destiny.”
She stopped with her foot in midair, asking Duke, “Destiny?
Really?” Then chuckled to herself as she put her foot down, “Yeah, I guess it
is.”
Opening the door, Caitlin Bridges walked out on her deck,
breathed in the cool night air, repeated her mantra of ‘Today is the first day
of the rest of my life’, and called to the man she only knew as her Guardian.
“You might as well come on in. Duke and I know you’re there.
I think it’s time we’ve formally met, don’t you?”
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“Well, la dee da, lookie here, Miss Fancy Pants. You have an
invitation to the gala celebrating the Katsaros Industries and Roma Tech
merger.” Cyn’s admin and long-time friend, Adele, sing-songed as she fanned
herself with what looked to be an expensive off-white linen envelope while
doing her best model walk into Cynthia’s office.
“I have no idea why I would be invited to that. I’m just
sales consultant for a drug company. I don’t know diddly about tech. And
besides, I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Well, you better get your butt in gear. Dust off that
credit card, baby, cause you’ve got the golden ticket.”
“What the hell are you talking about? What golden ticket?”
“Girl, get your head out of the books and catch up on your
pop culture. There is more to life than the newest anti-inflammatory or anti-depressant.
You have a VIP ticket to the big show. It says you’ll be sitting at one of the
tables next to the head guy, his new wife, and the other big wigs. You have to
go so I can live vicariously through you.”
Cyn shook her head. How in the hell had she ever gotten on
the guest list for something so prestigious? These people were the movers and
shakers, kings of industry. Hell, most of them were from other countries,
highly educated, rich from birth, and way out of her league.
Grabbing the invitation from Adele, Cyn saw the signature
that had obviously been signed with the sender’s own hand at the bottom of the
beautifully embossed correspondence and had to sit down before she fell down
from shock. Running the pad of her thumb over the signature, a chill ran down
her spine and an image formed in her mind.
It had only taken one time, just a chance encounter at
Starbucks two years ago in Dallas, and Cyn had been hooked. The spark of
recognition between them when they’d touched had been electric. Sort of like
déjà vu but stronger, and maybe a little different. It didn’t make sense but it
was oh so real. Long after they’d parted ways, Cyn couldn’t shake the feeling
that their meeting wasn’t completely coincidental. Not that he’d planned it or
anything stalkerish, but that they were ‘supposed’ to meet, like it was a
destiny kind of thing.
He was tall, had light brown hair that she knew would be
wavy if he didn’t tame it with products, and hazel eyes that mesmerized as the
smooth golden in the center spread to an almost green before turning brown at
the edge. To say Roman Marinos was good-looking was like saying South Fork was
a farm. He was amazing and had an accent so exotic it curled her toes. She
hadn’t even told Adele about their chance encounter and Cyn told her friend
everything.
Lost in thought, Cyn jumped when the intercom on her office
phone buzzed. “Sexy man voice on line two,” Adele chirped.
“I have told you a million times not to give the people on
the phone nicknames.”
Cyn cut off Adele’s rebuttal by answering the phone.
“Cynthia St. James, how can I help you?”
“You can accept my invitation to the KI/Roma Tech gala.”
Her mind went blank. Her palms began to sweat. Her heart
beat like a bass drum. Cyn thought she might pass out. Recognition like no other
filled her mind. Dumb luck had walked up and smacked her in the back of the
head again. How could it be possible? How could the man who’d she dreamed about
every night for two years be on the phone? Wasn’t it enough that she thought
about him every spare minute of the day? Now, he was on her phone?
He owed her nothing, just as she owed him nothing. He’d
replaced her favorite London Fog trench coat after spilling coffee on it and
even bought the dark brown leather gloves she’d been eyeing for weeks, almost
as if he read her mind. She’d tried repeatedly to return them only to have him
refuse.
“Well…it’s just that…” Taking a deep breath to stop further
embarrassment, Cyn began again. “I have a previous engagement and to be honest
Mr. Marinos, I’m in pharmaceuticals not tech. I think there’s been some
mistake.”
For several seconds, Cyn could only hear him breathing on
the other end of the phone. She was just about to apologize for seeming
ungrateful when the rumble of his deep voice floated from the phone. If
possible, his accent seemed thicker and his voice more intense. “My invitation
has little to do with the gala and everything to do with you, Cynthia St.
James.”
Unsure what Marinos meant and with no idea how to answer,
Cyn fell back on the one tried and true excuse she always used when she wanted
to get out of something. “I appreciate your invitation. I am truly humbled but
as I said, I have a previous engagement.”
Chuckling like she’d said something funny, Marinos’ only
reply was, “No you don’t. Pick you up at eight.”
He disconnected the call while Cyn was still dumbfounded by
his response. It took several minutes before she returned the receiver to its
cradle. Shaking her head, she just stared out her window at the cars on the
freeway.
I have no clue what just happened but I’m sure I’d be
safer directing traffic out there on the highway than spending a night with
Roman Marinos.