Eternal Mates 7 - Taken by a Dragon (34 page)

He snarled and tried to grab her, hungry for his first taste of her. The chain snapped against the pipes and jerked his hands back. He fought them, growling as he tried to break free so he could reach his little mortal.

His fated female.

Her voice broke through the buzzing in his mind. “Loke.”

She was calling for him.

He stilled and stared at her. His heart. His everything.

She knelt beside him. A benevolent angel who had blessed him with her love.

The female who had been made for him alone.

He groaned when she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it off. Her breasts were bare beneath it, their dusky peaks calling to him and filling him with a hunger to taste them. He tipped his chin up, beckoning her closer and silently telling her what he needed. She resisted him, rising to her feet instead, and kicked off her boots. He was about to growl at her when she silenced him by stripping off her trousers and then her black underwear.

She stood before him nude and beautiful, but not naked.

Around her neck hung the pendant he have given her. She had kept it. Her right hand rose to it and she fingered the teardrop diamonds, a smile on her rosy lips.

“You look as if you thought I’d pawn it or throw it away.” Her smile grew, teasing him. “Never, Loke. It’s precious to me.”

“As you are precious to me.” He jerked his chin again. “Come, Little Amazon… you are killing me. I need you.”

The scent of her desire in the air grew stronger and her eyes darkened a full shade as her pupils widened with arousal. He groaned and breathed deep of her, savouring her need for him as his need for her pushed him closer to the edge.

She kneeled beside him again and ran her hands down his chest, her gaze on his the whole time. Her fingers traced the contours of his muscles and the way her eyes grew even darker empowered him and made him want to roar. His female liked his body. He would give it to her.

He groaned when she reached his blue leathers and began unfastening the lacing. His cock pulsed eagerly, each one paining him. He was too hard, too hungry for her. He felt as if he might burst.

Cool air washed over his aching length and then warm satin stroked him and he rolled his eyes closed and flexed his hips, driving himself into the soft circle of her fingers as she caressed him. It was too much. He grunted and thrust, losing himself in the pleasure that rolled through him in response. His teeth sank into his lower lip and he frowned as she tightened her grip on him. Gods.

He snarled as her hand left him, his eyes shooting open to pin her with a glare that would relay his displeasure. All of his anger melted in an instant as she threw her leg over him, planted her hands on his bare chest and lowered her hips. Her wet heat scalded him, pinning his shaft between them, and every inch of him tensed as he grasped the chain between his shackles, seeking a way of anchoring himself as he feared he might float away on the wave of bliss that crashed over him.

She moaned and he lost himself in watching the pleasure flitting across her face as she rocked on him, rubbing herself on his cock.

Her golden hair spilled around her shoulders like a veil of sunlight. His little mortal. She was everything in this world that he lacked in his. She was sunlight and blue skies. She was beauty. She was softness and warmth. She completed him.

He growled again as she rocked on him and his need for her collided with the flimsy barrier around his primal instincts. His nails lengthened into claws and his teeth all sharpened, becoming twin rows of tiny fangs. Her eyes widened and then narrowed, and he stilled right down to his breathing as she leaned over him, lifting herself off his length, and kissed him.

He carefully kissed her back, afraid of cutting her with his teeth. Her tongue stroked his fangs and he groaned, shuddering as bliss rocked him. He couldn’t take it. He needed to be inside her. He needed to sink the fangs she was caressing with her tongue into her throat as he claimed her.

His feral snarl seemed to convey those needs to her and he tensed and jerked as she reached between them and settled one hand around his length. She kissed him harder, a brief clashing of their lips that filled his mouth with the intoxicating taste of her blood, and then leaned back.

Loke moaned in time with her as the head of his cock nudged into her sheath and he clutched the pipes, clinging to them as she eased onto him, slowly taking him into her hot wet core. He trembled and bit his lower lip, drawing his own blood as she rose off him and sank down onto his length. She was so hot and tight, gripping him fiercely. She rotated her hips and his instincts roared back to the fore.

He snarled and rocked his hips upwards, driving into her, ripping a loud bark of pleasure from her lips as she dug her nails into his chest. She flicked her eyes open and locked them on his. Her hands shifted to his hips and she pressed them down hard as she fought him for control. He wanted to bite her. He needed to mark her as his.

It was all he could think about as she rode his cock, bliss dancing across her face with every meeting of their hips, her hands pinning him and holding him at her mercy. Gods, she could ride him straight to Hell and he wouldn’t care as long as it felt this good. He groaned and tipped his head back, banging it against the pipes as he tried to handle the overload of pleasure that ripped through him. It was too much.

His love for her tempered his dragon instincts, but it didn’t hold them back. They broke through, shattering his control and unleashing the primal need to mate with her. He rocked his hips in time with her, driving into her tight sheath, tearing moan after moan from her sweet lips. His mate.

She would be his.

He stared at her as he pulled on his shackles, fighting them in order to reach her. He would reach her. He needed to sink his fangs into her throat and mark her. He needed to claim her. Nothing would stop him. Not chains and steel. Not her. He arched his back and growled as he pulled on the chain, unleashing every drop of his strength into his attempt to break free.

Warm hands pressed against his chest.

Soft breath puffed across his lips.

He stilled and stared at her where she hovered above him, her golden hair spilling down to caress his chest.

Her blue eyes shone with understanding and he couldn’t breathe as she reached her right hand over the back of her head, caught the fall of her hair on her left side, and drew it away from her throat, exposing it for him.

She leaned closer. “Bite me, Loke. Claim me.”

His heart gave one hard beat.

And then he lurched up and sank his fangs into the subtle curve of her neck.

She cried out, her body tightening around his, and he wanted to hold her gently even as his every instinct said to grasp her tightly and never let her go. She was his now. He battled his darker instincts, fighting against them as the first drop of her blood touched his tongue. She had given herself to him, and he was blessed by her love for him and what she had done, and he would do everything in his power to make their mating as special for her as it was for him.

He rocked his hips slowly, keeping each thrust controlled and measured, a deep stroke of his cock that would give her pleasure as he drank from her vein. She moaned, the sound music to his ears, and relaxed against him. The taste of her was divine, but he refused to let it intoxicate him. He clung to the tattered shreds of his control, determined to make this a moment they would both remember fondly.

Anais moaned and started moving on him, building the pleasure within him, sending him soaring as the connection between them began to open and grow stronger, forging the bond between them. She clutched his shoulders and her breath tickled his ear as he thrust into her, countering her movements, taking her as deeply as he could while retaining his hold on her with his mouth.

Pressure built within him as her emotions ran through him, as clear as his own, and he knew they had formed the bond between them and brought it close to completion. He convinced himself to release her and she pushed herself up, tearing a groan from his throat as he sank deeper inside her.

She needed his blood now.

He sank his teeth into his lower lip, cutting it open for her. Her eyes fell there and narrowed, a hungry edge filling them, desire that he knew she had little control over and that he hoped wasn’t frightening her. She didn’t feel afraid. She felt as hazy and intoxicated as he did, filled with the pleasure of their mating and hungry for more.

Anais leaned over him again and captured his lips in a fierce kiss that ripped a moan from him. She delved her tongue between his lips, tangling it with his as she rocked on him, taking him up to Heaven and beyond that realm. She tightened around him and he could feel she was close, on the precipice as he was.

She moved back and sucked his lower lip into her mouth, pulling on it and drawing his blood from him.

It was a blur after that.

The moment she swallowed, her head shot up and she cried out, her body quivering around his and her heat scalding him. He grunted and pleasure blasted through him, a combination of hers and his own as her climax drew his from him. He fell apart as she clung to him, his whole body shaking as his cock pulsed, shooting hot jets of seed into her, and couldn’t control his hips as they thrust shallowly in time with each groan that left his lips.

Anais stayed rigid and tensed above him, breathless moans escaping her as his body pulsed within hers, and then slowly sank down against his chest. She pressed her hands to his pectorals and her cheek to the spot over his heart, and he breathed hard as he struggled to bring himself down and acclimatise to being able to feel everything that she was.

He could feel her pleasure flowing through her and her happiness.

He could feel her love for him.

And he knew she could feel his for her.

He went to wrap his arms around her and growled as he met with resistance and remembered he was shackled.

But it had been worth it.

Because she was his mate now, bound to him forever, and the dragon instincts that had possessed him and tried to control him were already receding, satisfied by the bond that existed between them.

She lifted her head and kissed him, and he sighed against her lips, causing her to draw back and frown at him.

He rattled his manacles, hinting at her freeing him, but she only smiled at him.

She leaned back over him and kissed him again, and whispered against his lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He groaned as his body responded to that, hunger for her surging through the haze of his climax to drive it back and reignite his need for her.

“When will you be done with me?” He meant it as a way of asking when she would release him but her slow smile stole his heart together with the twinkle in her eyes.

“Never.” She brushed her fingers across his cheek and leaned in to kiss him.

He liked the sound of that.

He had feared he had found his mate only to have cruel fate steal her from him. He had feared that he would be forced to face forever alone.

But now he had his beautiful mate and they would never be alone again. They would always have each other.

He had stolen many things in his life as a dragon, all of them beautiful to a degree, but he had never stolen anything as precious as his little Amazon that night he had taken her from the battle.

And he had never had anything stolen from him.

Dragons fiercely guarded that which they owned.

Anais had done the impossible and had taken a dragon’s most precious possession.

She had stolen his heart.

The End

Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author who writes passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons!

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