Falling Dragons (#3 Moon Shadows) (6 page)

“As much as I’d love to take you again, I don’t want to make a public spectacle in the driveway, sweetheart.” He nodded at several people passing on the pavement.

A deep flush spread from her neck up to her cheeks as she scampered off him. Simon wasted no time lifting his foot off the brake and guiding his car through the gate and down into the basement garage.

The security doors slid shut behind them and the automatic lights switched on. He slid out of his seat, not the easiest thing in the world to do when you have a boner that could drill for oil. With a flick of a switch, he activated the security settings on his underground compound.

“Paranoid much?” Opie climbed out, eyeing the large lit panel he punched numbers into.

“Hunt and kill demons for as long as I have and you learn to be careful.” He turned to her and stalked forward, backing Opie up against his Audi. Her red hair looked damned good against the shiny black; her pale skin even better. He traced a finger down her arm, liking how she shivered at his touch. So responsive.

“So, princess, you’re on my ground now. Remember I make the rules here, so no more spell casting, got it?”

Such a mix of innocence and seductiveness. Wide eyed she nodded. “Cross my heart. No more spells, I swear on my life.”

It was all he needed to hear. “Good, we’ve got something we need to finish.”

He swooped in, scooping her up in his arms, only one destination in his mind as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his neck, licking at his skin. He could feel her purring against him, or was it her dragon? Even if the human side of her still held reservations, her dragon liked him, he could feel it. Odd, but in this moment he didn’t care, and her purring turned him on even more.

Since her escape from the dragon realm, Opie found herself wanting to experience everything the human realm offered, including human men. But in her encounters, she’d never really experienced true arousal, the kind of desire that makes people act crazy. Here, with her true mate, she and her dragon knew the meaning of pure, aching desire.

Walls, pictures, and masculine decorative objects passed in a dim blur. Her sole focus, the wonderful feel of the man she wrapped herself around, wanting again to sink under the warm blanket of his essence. She wanted his scent all over her body and to leave hers all over him, so no one would dare come near him.
He is mine!

I know, I know, and we’ve got him, for now at least.

Mine, keep, mark!
Opie held in her snort.

I’m working on it, girl
.

“Have I lost you there, sweetheart?”

She blinked up at Simon. “You seemed lost in your head and your eyes gleamed like they did just before you changed before. You’re not going to turn into a dragon now, are you? It would make what I want to do to you rather difficult.” He grinned wickedly.

“No, no, we talk sometimes. My dragon likes this, likes you.”

“I noticed. At least it’ll keep me from being eaten for a while; the eating should be left up to me.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully, before suddenly tossing her into the air.

Her surprised shriek cut off abruptly with a soft
thump
, landing on a soft mattress. She hadn’t even noticed they’d entered a bedroom. As she glanced around, she took in the old stone walls rigged with modern lighting, resembling something from the medieval era. Even the bed was a huge four-poster, ornately carved with a red draped canopy.

All that was forgotten as she watched the show of Simon stripping off his shirt, his muscles rippling as he bent to remove his shit kicker boots.

Opie licked her lips. Wow, her mate is indeed a fine specimen of a man. “C’mere, Simon, I want to touch, taste and explore you.”

Her throaty command made his lips twitch up into a half smile. “Remember who’s in charge here, sweetheart.”

Yeah, we’ll see about that.

She licked her lips, slower, more deliberately. Slowly, she sat up to peel off her own shirt, leaving her in one of the push up bras she liked to wear. “Please come here and let me touch you?”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Leaving his leathers on, he crawled up over her body, forcing her back on the bed to meet his gaze head on.

Her mind blanked by the lust swarming in her head, her dragon urging her forward, purring in heat. Opie glanced up at him and grabbed his hands, still braced on either side of her torso holding him steady over her body. She ran her palms up his hard forearms, delighting in the contrast between his steel muscles and the soft speckling of hair on his chest. Further up her hands went, caressing his biceps, squeezing his shoulders, her fingers running lightly along his neck. She slid a hand up further still, feeling the smooth sculpting of his jaw, the soft contours of his mouth and the sharp point of a cheekbone. Her mate was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. All hers, if she ever found the courage to tell him the truth.

“Why dye your hair? I know it’s not your natural colour.”

He shrugged his large shoulders, his head dipping to nibble along the column of her throat. “Modern times, modern look. I change sometimes to help forget the past and move forward.” His lips moved against her neck.

She let her fingers slide into his hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling his head up, moving his lips towards hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate, full of all the passion she held for her only true mate.

One hand suddenly grasped the back of her head, pulling her closer. His tongue pushed past her lips and into her mouth, tasting her like a man dying from thirst. Overwhelming need crawled under every inch of her skin. Her pussy throbbed, already soaked with pure want, to have him inside her again. She moaned and arched up. She felt the hardness of his cock through his pants rub against her stomach. He pulled away just long enough to tug down the skirt and toss it away before shucking his own pants.

Opie moved to unhook her bra. “No.” Simon seized her wrist. He bent down and took the flimsy fabric between his teeth, tearing it from her, making her breasts bounce free. She didn’t care one iota. He’d ruined her bra, plenty more where that came from. Her nipples, already tight, hardened further now they were exposed to the cooler air of the room. Simon moved over them, his tongue flicking out before swirling around one sensitive nub.

She cried out.

Releasing her hand and head, he traced the pattern of her dragon while drawing her breast into his mouth, suckling as a babe on his mother. His head lifted, her plump breast falling with a soft plop from his mouth. “How come you taste like the mead of the gods? I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

She could have told him right there and then it was because they were destined mates, brought together by the gods. They were the other half of each other’s souls. Fear lurched through her; fear he would stop and flat out reject the notion. It was better this way. At least he was touching her, making love to her.

With soft kisses, he worked down her body until his face was directly in front of her mound. “Now this I’ve been dying to taste.”

Opie quivered. She’d never let anyone do this to her before. Not even her rat bastard of a very ex-boyfriend. The idea simply never appealed, but he seemed so eager, grabbing the backs of her thighs and burying his face up against her, that she didn’t feel even a little bit hesitant.

The first lap of his tongue against her tender flesh made her moan, loud and shaky. He hummed into her pussy as he lapped up her juices. His tongue slipped past her entrance and slid along her clit. She’d never imagined that anything could feel like this, utterly sinful, ecstasy shaking her very bones. Her dragon delighted in his attention, telling Opie again and again how perfect a mate he was.

Heat curled low in her belly, and a little thrill went through her. Oh yes, the heat crawled up her spine filling every inch of her body until she was numb, except where his tongue caressed her. She closed her eyes tight as pleasure crashed over her like a tsunami. Her inner muscles clenched until the tension in her body suddenly exploded and she screamed. Long spurts of wetness gushed, coating Simon’s face.

She sagged against the soft mattress, breathing hard as her mate loomed back over her. He licked the juices from his face with a lusty, satisfied gleam in his eyes.

“Something tells me you’ve not done that before.” Weakly she shook her head. “Makes me think about what else you haven’t done yet.” Bringing his face closer to her, she could smell herself on him. The eroticism of her scent on his face flared her need back to life. “I guess we can explore other things later.”

Yes, oh yes we have the rest of our lives to explore.
She barely refrained from blurting out her thought. His hand drifted down her little rounded stomach. His fingers came to rest between her moist pussy lips, dipping inside. She bucked her hips up towards him.

“Yes, Simon, please, I need you inside me.”

His grin was one of pure wickedness as he lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them. She squirmed under him. “I like this, you, so soft under me. I’ll never get enough of your taste. I didn’t know dragon women were so sweet.”

With that, she felt the head of his cock pressing bluntly against her. She spread her legs wide and he hesitated for a moment before shoving inside her with one long, deep thrust. Her eyes opened, wanting to see the moment of their joining, wanting to see if he felt it as much as she did—their connection. The utter bliss on his face melted her heart. She wrapped her legs around him, bucking her hips trying to make him move. His eyes opened and she met his beautiful, evening sky blue eyes. Opie knew she was falling hard and fast, but there was nothing she could do about it.

“Sorry, sweetheart, this is going to be fast. I promise slow and gentle next time.”

“Shut up, Simon, and fuck me. I’m a dragon, I like hard and rough.” Her growl came out more dragonish than human.

She loved his grin. Her own turned into a moan as he shifted his hips and started thrusting. “Never say...” he panted, “...I didn’t give you...” She threw back her head from the incredulous friction burning deep inside her. “...what you wanted.”

He fucked her like all hell had broken loose. Every thrust was hard and unforgiving, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. Gods, she loved this, loved when he lost control. The feeling was incredible; she never wanted it to end. He jarred against something deep inside of her that sent shocks of intense pleasure through her whole body. She groaned, head twisting from side to side, her hips jerking up to meet every brutal thrust. Her second orgasm hit her unexpectedly, punching the air from her lungs. She let out a dragon howl, echoing throughout the bedchamber.

Just as she floated back down from the heavens, Simon groaned and stuttered to a stop inside her, thrusting once more, twice, before his cock twitched and swelled, releasing inside her. Both breathing heavily, he collapsed forward. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, cradling her body against his.

“Please tell me you can’t get pregnant? Not that I have ever fathered a child as an immortal,” he mumbled against her neck.

Pain sliced through her chest. She swallowed before answering, “No, not unless we were mated, or you were a dragon too.”

He lifted his head, gripped her and rolled them, making her groan as his cock slipped from her sheath, making her feel empty. He cradled her against his chest, stroking his hand down her damp, sweaty skin. “Good thing we’re not mated then.”

Her dragon roared in protest, demanding she mate with him, making Opie wince. She hid it by burying her face against his chest before answering with a sleepy, “Yeah, a good thing.”

* * * *

The sharp sting of a slap to her arse cheek jolted Opie awake. She bolted upright. “What the hell?!” Simon’s deep laugh rumbled in the room. She blinked to realise where she was, and with whom. The memory of the previous day’s events flooded back into her brain.

“Let me guess, not a morning person?”

She growled at his half grin before letting her eyes slide down the wonderful contours of his naked body, noting all the scars she’d felt as she’d touched him the evening before. She licked her lips as her gaze fell on his proud member, which awakened before her eyes, growing longer and stronger.

“Cut it out, Opie, it’s hard enough for him to resist you without you looking at him like that.”

“But he’s so pretty and he feels so wonderful.” She tumbled forward, set on stalking her prey, but he backed up away from the bed.

“Later. Come on, sleepy, I need to shower, and seeing as we can’t be more than a few feet apart at any given time, that means you’re showering with me.” He turned and stalked away. As she watched him walk away, Opie saw the oddest thing. There was a leaf-shaped pattern on his back just below his right shoulder. In the centre of the shape was an old and ugly looking scar. She followed, staring at it.

“What is this on your back?”

“Nothing, forget about it. I’ve been in many battles, and as you can see I have a few scars to show for it.”

“It looks like a leaf. Is it a weird Norse tattoo?”

“Opie.” His angry growl made her blink. He’d turned, his eyes hard, like when he’d faced the Gullu demon in the alley. Here stood the demon hunter, the warrior, not the passionate, tender lover from before. Clearly it is a touchy subject for him. She let it drop for now.

She bounced after him, taking the time to glance around his very castle-looking bedchamber.

“You’re an old Norseman aren’t you? A raiding Viking.”

“Never once was I involved in any raids, thank you.”

“Well, la dee da! Did you wear the helmets with the horns?”

Simon snorted. “Myth, sweetheart. Real Vikings never had foolish horns on their headwear. It was made up by the story tellers of the modern age to romanticize a brutal age. Plus, I was a king. I had my men do any raiding for me.” He winked.

“Somehow I doubt you would stay sitting on a cold stone throne and not be a part of the action. Anyway, I want to see you in a horned Viking helmet. I’m into heavy metal.” Opie swept her one arm around the other holding her air guitar as she played, humming the guitar riff from the Deep Purple song,
Smoke On The Water
. “You’ve got a tight butt, how much do you work out?”