With a pillow under my hips, his hands on the bed to either side of me, Magnus knelt behind me. He speared me with a single, powerful thrust. I thought I’d come again instantly. His cock took me, claimed me, as I lifted my shoulders from the bed. Magnus nibbled, teasing my shoulder in erotic nips, only the top of his head coming near my neck wounds.
“Gawd,” I mumbled, incoherent under the swift and rising pleasure that once again took hold.
“Ah, I love you, Jade,” Magnus gasped, his hips pounding my ass, his cock filling me, spreading me.
Again, I failed to reply. I’d jammed my wrist between my teeth to halt the scream of sheer erotic pleasure from alarming other hotel guests. My second orgasm flooded me with titillating and wonderful sensations that I wanted to never stop. I wanted the feelings to continue, to survive within me even if they left me exhausted.
“It’s too soon,” Magnus groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “Ah, shit.”
His cock blasted his seed deep into me. His shaft shuddered as my pussy shuddered, his body as hard as an oak plank against my back. Thrusting once, then twice, Magnus at last relaxed, breathing as heavily as I did. He dismounted, then helped me onto my side before lying beside me.
“Did I hurt you?”
His fingers brushed my hair from my face, exposing my wounds for his inspection yet again.
“No.”
Magnus took me into his arms, holding my face against his chest. Little by little, our hearts ceased their frantic beating, our breathing evened out. Content to lie in his arms for the next year or ten, I nuzzled his throat.
“I love you.”
His arms tightened briefly, and he craned his neck in order to kiss me. “Good.”
Almost breathless again, I snorted laughter. “Good.”
“Yep. Good. That’s a good word, good. I like using it. I’ll have to throw it in your face every now and then.”
I snuggled into his arms. “You do that.”
“Gggoooddd.” His deep voice dragged the word out, making me snort laughter again.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Magnus
With the cops and the death investigators long gone, the vehicles towed from the canyon, Jade and I drove down the winding road without worry. Oh, sure, Arnaud might scope the area out. But I suspected word of what happened spread to his thugs. An unknown number dead, the single survivor badly injured.
“His people might not be so eager to come after us,” Jade remarked as I slowed the Jeep to more closely examine the place where she’d slammed the truck into the mountain. The scars on the rocks would remain there for years.
“Let’s hope his troops are deserting,” I added, speeding up. “They want the spoils without endangering their lives. Now we’ve proved them as vulnerable as their victims.”
“He’s only one dragon,” Jade mused. “If he retains a few loyal dudes, they may not want to go after their former brothers.”
“Wouldn’t it be great if they all tossed in their hands and took off for Canada?” I laughed. “I’d love to see that.”
As we encountered no vehicles coming the other way, I felt encouraged no humans witnessed the dragon fight in the skies over the canyon a few days previously. I’d watched the news and roamed the internet seeking any word of a witness to such while Jade healed.
Nada.
Funny, I never saw anything regarding the dead dudes, burned and wrecked cars in the canyon, either.
Upon reaching the interstate, I merged into its light traffic, heading east. With a full tank of gas, my lady beside me, I felt invincible. When we crossed the city, perhaps hidden within its heavy traffic, and no black SUVs or any other vehicle attempted to accost us, I started to believe my pop’s goons had indeed deserted him.
Her still healing scars hidden by a hoodie, Jade surfed the internet in the passenger seat.
“Looking for anything in particular?” I asked.
