Dragon Actually (32 page)

Then he waited.

After a few moments, Rhiannon’s eyes slowly opened and he smiled down into her face.

“Feel better?”

Giving a wicked grin he prayed he’d be able to keep on her face the majority of the time they were together, she nodded. “Aye.”

“Good.” His grip tightened on her wrists, pushing them down onto the mattress. She raised an eyebrow in question.

“My turn,” he answered as he slammed his hard cock inside her, letting her delicious roar of surprise wash over him.

Finally, her mind cleared and she could again see straight. But by then it was too late.

She felt his cock push inside her with no warning, no preamble . . . and it felt delicious. It also meant she’d have little grounds to refuse his right to Claim her. If he hadn’t made his intentions clear in the beginning, she could have used him until the two suns burned away and the oceans disappeared and he’d still never be able to have her without her agreeing. Yet she knew his intentions, and without any force whatsoever, he’d taken her . . . and she let him.

The dragon Elders would have little patience for her denials of his Claiming now.

Damn him!

“Rhiannon,” he whispered in her ear and her entire body melted. “I’m going to fuck you, Rhiannon. I’m going to make you come . . . again.” She rolled her eyes at that and she felt his smile against her cheek. “It will always be this way with us, you know. Always.”

She doubted that, but then he started moving and she stopped thinking about much of anything except how good he felt inside her.

Bercelak held onto her arms, but her legs were free. She wrapped them around his waist, her heels digging into his ass. He growled at that and kissed her while his hips continued to move against her, his big cock powering into her over and over again.

Her tongue met his and she cried out in desperation. Amazing that after what she’d just experienced, she now wanted more. So much more.

Kissing her cheek, licking her chin and throat, Bercelak continued to push her toward another blinding climax. She tried to pull her hands away, but he took a tighter grip and pushed them deeper into the mattress.

He won’t let me go
, she thought to herself and that’s when his mouth clamped over her breast again, sucking hard on her nipple.

Her release hit with brutal swiftness, tearing through Rhiannon’s entire body the way the Magick had, only this time no pain. Just pleasure. Wonderful pleasure.

Panting and trying to focus, she realized Bercelak had come inside her and now lay collapsed atop her.

That’s when she had to admit—at least to herself—that it didn’t feel too bad to have him there.

“Rhiannon?” It felt like ages until he could get up enough energy to say that. But when she didn’t answer him, Bercelak became seriously concerned. Scared he may have accidentally hurt her, he pushed himself up on one elbow, looking down at her.

“Rhiannon?” he said again, louder.

“Mhmmm?”

She sounded sated.

Bercelak couldn’t help but smile. It felt nice to smile. “Are you all right?”

Slowly, her eyes opened, staring at him in wonder. Then, just as quickly, her eyebrows pulled down into a brutal frown. “This changes nothing, Low Born.”

Bercelak laughed out loud and that felt even better than  smiling. “Sorry, Princess. This changes
everything
. And we both know it.”

Growling, she tried to pull away from him, but he caught hold of her waist.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Let me go.”

“No. I want to talk first.”

“Talk?” She looked absolutely horrified at the idea.

“Aye. Talk. Make sure we are both clear on a few things.” She relaxed back, but watched him warily. “Clear on what things?”

“The next full moon is in four days. At that time I’ll Claim you.”

“Wait—”

“No. I won’t wait, Rhiannon. You’re mine as I am yours. Nothing will change that.”

Angry, she pulled away from him, scrambling across the bed. “This isn’t fair. It was the Magick . . . it changed . . .”

He shook his head. “Try another tack, Princess. I won’t believe the Magick made you, of all dragons, do anything you didn’t want to do.”

“But—”

Frustrated, he barked, “No! No more excuses. No more denials.” He pulled his body up and, on all fours, moved toward her.

Eyes wide, Rhiannon moved back away from him. The bed was big, but it wasn’t that big.

Her back leg slid off the bed, almost tumbling her onto the floor. But Bercelak grasped tight hold of her wrist.

“Wait—”

He ignored her plea, yanking her onto the bed.

As he placed his body over hers, she snarled, “I’ll never love you, Low Born! Never!”

His heart stuttered to a stop. He wanted her love. Needed it, even. This wasn’t about taking a royal as his mate. This was about Rhiannon and only Rhiannon. He’d loved her since he saw her and, he had admitted to himself years ago, he would always love her. No female would ever compare with her. And now that he’d actually been inside her, had actually heard her cries of passion and felt her lust, he wanted no other female in his arms. Only Rhiannon. Always Rhiannon.

But from what he knew of his Rhiannon, no “sensitive” male would ever live in her bed . . .
own
her bed. So, the side that wished to care for her—that wanted to make her laugh as well as see her smile—he pushed aside. He would bury it until he’d Claimed her. Even if he missed the next full moon, he’d only Claim Rhiannon if she loved him. Nothing was worse than being with someone who didn’t love you and never would. Dragons lived many years and that was too long to live without a true mate to care for you.

So he buried the part of him that cared and brought out the warrior. The merciless battle-dragon who had destroyed more dragon kingdoms then he could remember.

He dug his hand into her hair and snatched her head back. One of her hands reached up and gripped his shoulder, trying to push him off.

“Perhaps we should understand each other, Princess. I will have you. I will make you mine until the end of time. Challenge me if you wish, but you’ll lose in this battle. I promise that you’ll lose.”

Clear blue eyes glared at him but he also saw the heat in them. With her hatred came her lust. Just as he knew it would.

He pulled her head back a little farther and the hand on his shoulder dug into his flesh.

“I think it’s time you understand how things will work between us, Princess. I think it’s time I
show
you.”

Bercelak banged on his older brother’s door again. Finally, Addolgar pulled the heavy oak door open.

“What?”

“I need your chains, brother.”

Addolgar stared at him for several long seconds. “Should I ask why?” he finally said.

“No.”

“The cuffs only, or the collar as well?”

“All of it.”

With a shrug, Addolgar went back into his room. He heard his brother speaking to his mate. Bercelak shook his head when he heard her snap, “Where do you think you’re going with our chains?”

“It’s for a good cause,” Addolgar said over his shoulder as he handed the chains to his kin. “It’s brought me luck, brother. Perhaps it will work the same for you.”

He fucked me to sleep
, she thought as she forced herself awake. The suns showed brightly through the narrow windows and she knew it was late in the morning.

The last thing she remembered at all was him bathing her, against her muttered protests, in fact.

Rhiannon shook her head to clear her exhausted mind, but the sounds of heavy chains froze her. She went to touch her throat, but her hands would only move so far. She turned her head and saw that metal cuffs held her wrists, the chain tightened so her arms didn’t stray too far from the headboard. She couldn’t see or touch the collar around her neck, but she felt it well enough. Heavy metal weighing down on her shoulders. Even her feet were shackled, the chains securely locked to the end board.

“Bastard!”

“Oh, good. You’re awake.”

“Release me!
Now!
”

He smiled and she took very little comfort from it. “I think not. I like having you at my disposal. All wet and ready to fuck when I so choose.”

She’d spit at him if he were any closer. Especially when she felt her body respond so immediately. Her nipples peaked and wetness seeped from between her legs. He saw it, too, and his grin grew wider.

She fought the chains again. “I’ll scream for help.”

“I wouldn’t bother. Remember whose family this is. Ailean the Wicked. Somehow he managed to woo my mother who, I’ve been told, tried to kill him more than once before their Claiming. So, I seriously doubt he’ll find this such an extreme form of courtship.”

“I am a princess,” she argued, “you can’t treat me—”

“You are a princess,” he cut in. “A beautiful princess who belongs to me.”

He finally walked over to her and she stared hard at the human body before her.
Gods, why did he have to be so beautiful
?

“Tell me you’re mine, Rhiannon, and I’ll let you go.”

Angry and lustful all in one turn, Rhiannon turned her face away.

“Tell me, Rhiannon.” His fingers slid up her calf, teasing the skin with just the tips of his fingers. “Tell me”—fingers slid between her thighs, soft kisses followed—“or I’ll be forced to get it out of you . . . somehow.”

She shuddered and, to her shame, it wasn’t from fear or anger. But lust. Her weakness sickened her. How could she ever hope to be queen, when she couldn’t even tell this bastard “no”?

Kisses turned to licks that trailed over her sex and across her lower belly.

“Such simple words, Rhiannon. ‘I belong to you, Bercelak.’ Say them and let’s be done with all this.”

As she turned her neck, the collar bit into her flesh a bit. She closed her eyes in horror when she realized how much she liked it.

“I won’t,” she choked out, while his tongue was teasing the very tip of her nipple. “I won’t say it.”

“Fine. Then I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.” He pulled away from her and she briefly wondered what the “hard way” was? She couldn’t imagine Bercelak hurting her.

At least not without some proper begging involved. He stretched out beside her, his head in her lap. She watched through narrowed eyes as he kissed her sex, his tongue pushing in to tease her clit the tiniest bit.

She groaned, her eyes closing and her body tightening. Then he stopped, pulled back and blew on her. Gently.

Her eyes snapped open and he gave her that gorgeous smile. For someone who rarely smiled, he seemed to be doing it a lot all of a sudden. Because of her?

“Give me what I want, Rhiannon, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Refusing to speak, she shook her head. The collar, warm from her body heat, felt wonderful resting against her flesh.

“As you wish.” He leaned down and began teasing her again. Growling, she looked away, only to see his engorged cock bobbing there, Bercelak’s hand gripping it firmly, stroking it slowly.

Unable to stop herself, she growled with wanting and Bercelak’s mouth stopped moving. He lifted his head and looked at her. They stared at each other for several long moments, then Rhiannon licked her lips.

Bercelak groaned and growled all at the same time while he easily pushed himself up until he rested on his knees. He moved toward her, his cock leading the way. She no longer looked at him, but at
it
.

Straddling her chest, Bercelak slid his hand behind her neck and gently lifted her head up. She opened her mouth and he slid his cock inside her. They both closed their eyes with a moan as Rhiannon sucked on him, loving the way his body shook as she took possession of him.

“Gods, Rhiannon,” he whispered. “Gods that feels good.”

She thought about torturing him the way he’d been torturing her, but she didn’t want to. She liked having his big cock in her mouth. She liked having him over her. She felt no fear, no sense of dread, wondering when he’d prove what a bastard he was. So she sucked and she licked.

His hands tightened in her hair, holding her head still as his cock moved in and out of her mouth as he neared release. Finally, he pushed into her one last time. She nearly gagged as his seed filled her mouth, bursting into the back of her throat. But she swallowed it and sucked until he pulled away from her and dropped down on the bed.

Feeling smug, she licked her lips again and watched him panting, a light sheen of sweat over his body.

Now he wouldn’t be able to resist her. Now he’d rip these chains off her and fuck her until they both passed out.

That’s what she waited for. And she kept waiting.

Eventually, Bercelak gave one big satisfied sigh, then leaned back against the bed, his hands behind his head, his legs crossed at the ankles. The legs currently resting by her head.

He looked up at the ceiling. “So which would you prefer, Rhiannon? A male hatchling first? Or a female?”

Her eyes widened in annoyance. “Wha-what?”

“For our first. Male or female? I like the idea of a female. I’ve always wanted a daughter.” He smiled at her and it was the warmest smile anyone had ever given her. “I want her to look like you.” Then his eyes returned to the ceiling as if he could see their entire future—their entire future
together
—playing out above their heads. “But a male offspring would also be nice, too, don’t you think? He could take care of his younger siblings. Now I don’t think we have to have as many as my parents. Fifteen is excessive, but . . . definitely more than two or three, don’t you think?”

Unable to look at him anymore without screaming, Rhiannon stared out the window and debated the logic of flinging herself from the ledge . . .
after
he released her, of course.

With a pathetic roll of her eyes, Rhiannon sighed but it came out more like a sob.

He finally released her arms and legs, and allowed her enough chain to get to the chamber pot and the bath. Other than that, he kept her tied to the bed for the remainder of the day and well into the night.