Her Mad Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 15) (8 page)

Maddox set Calysta on the floor in front of him and stood
with a groan. He was still a little light-headed and his arms and legs felt
full of lead, but there was no way he wasn’t going to be involved in bringing
the bitch who’d had the balls to taunt him while he was down to justice. Taking
a step forward, the mad dragon wobbled just a bit but caught himself.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t before Rian and his little witch saw his weakness.

“Back to bed, old man. You can…”

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do, Ri. I was fighting the
baddies before you were a gleam in your daddy’s eye. There’s no way I’m sitting
this one out,” Maddox interrupted, blustering and bellowing as Calysta gently
nudged him backward until the backs of his legs touched the bed. Looking down
at her, he opened his mouth to give her a piece of his mind, but her glare said
he should rethink his plan. Sitting on the edge of the bed but continuing to
grumble under his breath, he almost missed Rian’s answer.

“Had you let me finish, you giant pain in the ass, you
would’ve heard me say, back to bed until Drago and Alicia get here. I figure we
have a good day or two for them to finish up with Rayne’s clan before they can
leave. In that time, we’ll scout the three locations Brann found and by then
we’ll be ready to formulate a game plan and take the next generation of
O’Baoills out before, Heaven forbid,
they
have the chance to procreate.”

A shocked look crossed the Dragon Leader’s face as he
whipped his head around and asked both Lennox and Brannoc, “Please, God, tell
me they are the last of this horrible family.”

Chuckling, the two Guardsmen nodded and Lenn answered, “Yes,
we actually caught a break. The twins are the last of the O’Baoill line.”

Then Brann added, “I went back to the late 1800s to make
sure no distant relatives could or would pop out of the woodwork. So, as long
as the gruesome twosome haven’t figured out human cloning, they are the only
ones left.”

Maddox choked on the water he was drinking and through all
the spitting and sputtering said, “Hush up, young’un. Do not even think shit
like that.”

The room erupted in much needed laughter as Rian sent
everyone off with their assignments and Niall approached Maddox with a syringe
in his hand and a smile on his face.

“Really, Ni? More drugs?” The mad dragon knew he was whining
but figured it might get him a little more attention from his little witch.
Heavens knew he and his dragon were itching with the need to reconnect with
her.

Reading his mind, Calysta leaned over and gave him a chaste
kiss while speaking directly into his mind.
“Take your medicine without any
fuss and I’ll see what I can do to get you outta this place. Deal?”

Deepening their kiss, excited that she followed where he
led, the mad dragon readily agreed and asked,
“Am I forgiven?”

True to form, his little witch didn’t give in easily.
“We’ll
talk about it at home.”

As she pulled back and stepped to the head of his bed giving
Niall the space he needed to inject another dose of the antidote into Maddox’s
veins, the mad dragon saw the twinkle in her eyes and felt her love for him filling
their mating bond. He knew there was still a lot of explaining to do, but at
least Calysta was talking to him
and
letting him come home. He was out
of the doghouse and couldn’t be happier.

Sinking into his pillow, he sighed as his little witch climbed
into the tiny hospital bed beside him. Turning on his side, the mad dragon
pulled her close, kissed the top of her head, and whispered, “Love you,
Callie,” as the sedative in the medicine began to lull him to sleep.

“I love you, too, ya’ old coot,” she sighed as she snuggled
against his chest. “But if you do anything this stupid again, I will turn you
into a toad.”

He chuckled to himself because he knew if anyone had the
power to take him out, it was his very own mate. Inhaling Calysta’s scent and
praying they’d be in their own bed the next night, Maddox drifted off to sleep.

Ain’t love grand…

Chapter Six

The first night in his own bed with Calysta after over a
week away had been just what the doctor ordered. Maddox woke before the sun,
quietly slipped out of bed, took a shower, and went down to watch the sunrise
with a fresh cup of coffee. It was something he’d always done while living his
life as a lone dragon. As much as things changed, thankfully, some things
stayed the same.

Watching the first rays of a new day break over the mountain
range behind their home, Maddox couldn’t resist returning to his mate. As he
climbed the stairs, Calysta’s sweet scent filled his senses. He knew without a
doubt there would never be a time he didn’t desire the miraculous creature who
was is mate.

Stepping into their room, he could only stand and stare. His
little witch was still asleep on her stomach, one arm tenderly cradling her
head, the other curled to her body with her long elegant fingers tucked under
her chin. The look of perfect peace on her beautiful face called to both man
and dragon.

Moving to stand at the end of the bed for a better view,
Maddox marveled at the way her long curls flowed down her back, extenuating her
erotic curves and how the sheet lovingly draped over her perfectly rounded bum
covering just enough to protect her modesty while being incredibly seductive.
It was the best game of peek-a-boo he’d ever seen. His erection tented the
front of his sweat pants as his mouth watered to taste the enticing bit of
Calysta’s porcelain skin leading from the small of her back to the apex of her
bum. His fingers tingled with the need to slide between the summit of her legs
and feel the warm wetness of her growing arousal.  

Pushing his pants to the floor, Maddox stepped up to the
bed. A light breeze floated through the open window, billowing the gauze drapes
and bringing with it the sweet scent of sunshine and the promise of a new day.
The beauty of nature combined with the splendor of his mate made the mad dragon
once again thank the Universe for the good fortune She’d bestowed upon him.

No longer able to hold back, Maddox slowly climbed onto the
bed. Careful not to disturb his sleeping mate, the mad dragon fit the front of
his body against the side of hers and breathed a deep sigh of relief. It was
like coming home. They fit together perfectly. Her soft, generous curves were
the perfect complement to his large, muscled frame. 

Moving her hair to the side, he lightly ran his finger down
her spine, smiling as she turned and leaned back against him. Even in her
sleep, his little witch recognized her mate and sought to deepen their
connection.

For several long, glorious moments, he looked over her
shoulder, simply watching her sleep, mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of
her chest. He listened to the beat of her heart, in sync with his own. Their
steady melodic beat was a symphony to his ears; it was their song of love.
Leaning forward, he kissed across her shoulder and onto her neck, loving how she
let her head fall to the side, giving him greater access to her succulent
skin. 

Moving his sensual massage to the shoulder he’d just
lavished with kisses, Maddox’s hand gently worked down the tender skin of her
arm, reveling in her whispered moans and sighs of delight. Intertwining his
fingers with hers, he brought her hand to his lips, nibbling the back of each
finger. 

Calysta’s eyes fluttered. She took a shuttered breath. Her
heart beat stuttered as she slowly awoke, her body and soul responding to his
touch. Blinking against the dawn of a new day shining through the curtains, his
little witch grinned and wiggled her bum against him as she cooed, “Well, good
morning, Mr. MacQueen.”

His erection jumped at the contact as he sought to catch his
breath. Momentarily unable to answer, still trying to breathe, Maddox held
Calysta’s shoulder as she tried to turn towards him. Reaching between their
bodies, he tore the sheet that shielded her body from his from between them and
tossed the offending material to the end of the bed, and in one fluid motion he
slid his erection between the cheeks of her bum. The electricity of their
connection flared to life. His little witch moaned as she arched her back and
rolled her hips while gripping his hand as if it were her only lifeline.

Kissing the outer edge of her ear, he whispered, “Good
morning to you, Mrs. MacQueen,” just as he slid his free arm under her waist
and began teasing his way down her stomach.

He loved the hitch in her breath, the goose bumps on her
skin, and the way her aroma filled every crevice of the room. They fit together
perfectly, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, fashioned to be intertwined for
eternity. As he held her to his body, loving her as only one mate can love
another, he knew it was the closet to heaven he had ever been.

Working his way to her center, the curly hairs that covered
her mound tickled the tips of his fingers. Calysta whimpered, “Oh Maddy,
oh…oh…yes,” as he slid his digits through the proof of her desire and teased
her outer lips. It was music to his ears.

She rolled her hips with more determination, trying to force
his fingers where she wanted them most while massaging his erection with her
bum with such persistence that the mad dragon saw stars. Taking a deep breath,
he pulled his hand out of her wet curls and laid the palm of his hand flat at
the bottom of her stomach.

“Hold still for just a second,
mo chroi’
, and let an
old dragon get his breath.” He groaned against her ear as she squirmed and
pushed against him.

“No rest for the wicked, old man,” his mate breathily
chuckled, fully aware of what her movement was doing to his sanity.

To prove her point, Calysta raised their joined hands to her
lips and sucked his index finger into her mouth. She nipped, sucked, and licked
his digit until the mad dragon was lost to his desire. His only mission in life
became loving his mate with all that he was.

   Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he palmed her breast,
massaging her hearted flesh, reveling in the feel of its hardened peek against
his hand. Sliding his hand down her body, he pushed first one finger and then
another into the wet warmth of her body. Creating a perfect rhythm, he worked
his digits in and out of her, rubbing her clit on every inward thrust. She met
him stroke for stroke, his erection nestled between the cheeks of her bum
growing harder with Calysta’s every movement.

“Oh, Goddess, Maddox, please…please…I need…need…
you
.”
She moaned as her eyes slid shut and she fisted the sheet in front of her.

Needing his mate as much as she needed him, Maddox pulled
his fingers from her depths and ignoring her mewls of displeasure, held her
hip, positioned himself at the back of her opening, and slid his throbbing
erection into his mate as far as he could go. They sighed in unison. The peace
of being joined flowed freely through their mating bond, filling the couple
with utter bliss.

Calysta’s inner walls contracted around him, forcing him to
move, demanding he drive them both to completion. Slowly moving in and out of
his mate, controlling the tempo no matter how hard she pushed against him or
how much she pleaded, Maddox prayed for the strength to make this perfect
moment in time last just a bit longer.

“Please, Maddy, please…you’re driving me…(
gasp
).” Her
words were lost to her arousal as the mad dragon slid his fingers back to her
swollen nub, took it between his thumb and index finger at the precise moment
he did the same thing with her hardened nipple, and began working both to the
same rhythm he used to thrust in and out of her. Faster and faster, harder and
harder, they moved as one. The sounds of the heated flesh slapping together as
he drove into his mate from behind sounded in the early morning hours of a
perfect day.

He could feel her orgasm cresting within her just as he too
was careening towards completion. His lips found the tender skin at the base of
her neck just as their combined release reached it apex and Calysta shouted his
name, “Oh my Goddess, yes, yes yessssss, Maddy,
Is brae liom tú,”
.
Instinct pushing his every action,
the mad dragon bit down on her flesh
just under the mark of two flames enclosed in a Celtic knot. The outward sign
of their blessing from the Universe. But he was of the old school and had now
marked her as the dragon of old had marked their mates. His beast roared with
pride and the man shouted, “And
Is
brae liom tú, mo maité, go dtí an
ghria a thuilleadh shines
,” as his release overtook him and he let go of
her skin.

Floating back to earth, still joined, he slowly worked
himself in and out of Calysta until her breathing slowed and her eyes slowly
opened. Slipping from her warmth, he chuckled as she shivered then rolled her
over until they were face to face. Looking deep into her emerald eyes, the mad
dragon was again taken back by the miracle that was his little witch.

How did I ever get so lucky?

“How did
we
ever get so lucky?”
Calysta gave a
lazy chuckle as she answered the thought he’d forgotten to shield. 

Laying his lips to hers, Maddox nipped and tasted at his
leisure as his little witch gave as good as she got. He lightly licked her
lips. His heart soared as she immediately opened for him with a sweet sigh of
submission. Their tongues slid along one another, a slow, smooth, sensual dance
that stoked the burning embers of their love. Maddox could feel his erection
returning. The scent of Calysta’s arousal renewed upon the breeze. His little
witch’s hands massaged up and down his back, her nails teasing his flesh as
their arousal grew and their kiss took on a life of its own.

Sinking his fingers into the globes of her bum, Maddox tore
his lips from her. They both gasped for air. Electricity sparked between them,
the heat of their attraction explosive and all encompassing. The need to be
joined once again made their actions frantic. Rolling his hips to slide into
the heaven of his mate, Maddox roared so loud the windows shook when Kayne’s
voice sounded in his head,
“I’m turning into your driveway. We need to
contact Drago.”

“Go away, Kayne,”
Maddox and Calysta growled in
unison.

The shock of Calysta answering the demi god not only
affected the mad dragon but also Kayne as he barked with laughter,
“Wish I
could. Sorry to interrupt the fun, but Rian is about to have a cow and I’m not
a bovine midwife. So put on some clothes and I’ll be on the front porch.”
He
paused and then added,
“If it helps, I brought bagels.”

Only the feel of Calysta’s contained laughter as she moved
against his body kept Maddox from jumping out of bed, heading down the stairs,
and strangling one of his oldest and best friends with his bare hands. Exhaling
a long suffering groan, he kissed Calysta’s forehead and asked,
“Are you
absolutely sure we can’t live on my mountain?”

Still giggling, his little witch pulled back until he could
see her eyes and shook her head then answered out loud, “No, we cannot. I know
they are pains in the butt but they are our pains in the butt and whether
you’ll ever admit it or not, you love them.” She leaned forward, gave him a
quick kiss, and then said, “Now, get a quick shower. I’ll go make another pot
of coffee and let Kayne in then I can shower while y’all call Drago.”

He knew she was right but it still pissed him off. Life was
so much easier as a recluse. Pulling Calysta back to his chest, he kissed her
soundly then crawled out of bed and made his way to the shower, grumbling about
stupid brethren and the glory of his mountain.

Just wait till that SOB gets a mate of his own. Paybacks
are a bitch…