Chapter Eleven
Max’s booted foot kicked open the door to his bedroom. She got the impression of far more space and much more extravagant furnishings than what were in her room, but none of those things really registered upon her brain because his lips were back on hers, and then they were gone and she was flying through the air to land on an incredibly soft mattress that yielded under her weight.
Max’s clever hands found her buttons and then the hem of the dress. It went up and over her head, forcing her to stop kissing him for a moment. Then it was gone, and his hands were on her bare skin, stripping off her bra and panties and leaving trails of shivers in the wake of his fingers.
Her breath caught in her throat as he licked his tongue down the hollow of her throat and then pressed a kiss right against her pulse. Everything in her responded to that touch. Her fingers curled around the ledges of his shoulders and her legs spread more widely while a small cry came from her mouth. That cry got longer and louder when his tongue, teeth, and lips all moved to her breasts. He tugged and licked at her nipples before sucking them hard while his fingers squeezed the fleshy globes around her areola.
Her legs kicked out and opened wider as his lean body wedged itself between her thighs, his hands tracing along her ribs and then the soft skin of her belly. Pleasure broke over her, making her bottom jiggle as she tangled her fingers into his coarse hair and arched her hips up higher, wriggling as his breath stirred the wet curls at the apex of her thighs.
His tongue found her button, making her scream softly. That touch was amazing: it was vital and real and want ran through her body, refusing to take no for an answer as he began to lick her in earnest, his tongue applying the perfect pleasure to that hard ridge of flesh at the top of her hood. Her body rose and fell as she ground herself against his eager face, her heels dug into the mattress and her fingers kept yanking at his hair as friction and heat bloomed into being and then, hard on the heels of those things and far too soon, came an intense and mind-shredding orgasm that sent long gushes of slick oils splashing from her body and onto his face.
She wanted him. She wanted, badly, to feel that hot and hard staff of his inside her clenching walls and slippery core. But she was not ready to let him do that yet. She wanted to taste him as he had tasted her, to give him the same pleasure he had just brought to her body.
She flipped herself over, pressing him into the mattress. As she lowered herself to his rod, she found herself fascinated by it. He was huge, so huge that she wondered for a moment if she could take all of him. The starchy masculine smell of a man hit her nose, and her fingers stroked along the vein-wrapped shaft of his organ. It throbbed, and the head went dark and wet with juices.
She bent her head and let herself collect those creamy drops, relishing the salty flavor that lay on the back of her tongue as she did so. He was too large to swallow so she settled on licking up and down his shaft and fisting it before sucking his head into her mouth and letting her tongue roll around the delicate flesh there to impart more pleasure to him.
His groan was loud and shattering. She worked harder as his hands cupped the back of her hair and his hips moved up and down in an urgent way that made her heart pound and fresh slippery and fragrant juices spill from her inner walls to collect on her outer lips.
He yanked her upward, and she straddled him, her center, wet and quivering, poised over his member. She glided her hips downward, twisting them just a bit. His cry met hers and then she was moving faster and faster as he used his hands to guide her into a pace that soon had her panting from not just exertion, but the need for release. She felt her inner folds cup and cradle him and then they let off a trembling spasm that sent more silken fluids spilling from her to coat his enormous staff as she rode it wildly, intent on not just releasing herself but taking him right there with her.
He released splattering into her sheath. Heather, spent and totally limp, slumped into his chest and he rolled over carefully, withdrawing his now flaccid member from her body as his arms went around her body and pulled her closer still.
As they lay in bed with their bodies tangled and slowly cooling, Heather said, “I’ll admit I was afraid for a second there.”
He gave her a long look. “Oh?”
The corners of her lips went up, and the skin around her eyes crinkled just a bit in a very attractive way. “Well, yeah. I mean I was afraid you’d decide to snort fire into my hair or something.”
He gave her an amused look. His hand rested on the space right between her breasts and one of his fingers traced up and along her sternum, making her want to wriggle closer. “I try not to catch a woman’s hair on fire. Women can be testy about their hair.”
Her grin became a laugh. He had a sense of humor, something she never would have believed when they’d met. “True.” She let her hands glide over his smooth hip, enjoying the feel of the muscle and bone below his skin. “What’s it like to grow up as a dragon?”
“We don’t change until we’re older, so much like growing up as a human, I guess.”
That caught her by surprise? “Oh? That’s interesting. In my world, it’s all dragon babies born in eggs and breaking out of the shell fully formed and giant.”
“No wonder you and your friend said no so adamantly to Blake’s proposal. That sounds incredibly painful. Unless you laid the egg, I guess, but who wants to lay an egg? I can’t say I have ever known a woman who envied a fowl.”
There it was again. Either he had a sense of humor or zero filters. Either way, it was cute and very witty. Their laughter was shared that time. When they sobered, he said, “And no, it is not like that at all. We are born as humans are, and in much the same manner, just sooner. But there are differences. Those born with powers are taught the law from an early age, so they know what is right and what is wrong. The law is not made to be broken, no matter the reason.”
“You said that earlier.” She hesitated, but her curiosity got the better of her. “What can someone do to break the law?”
“There are a lot of laws, and they are all able to be broken. Mostly though, one cannot kill another dragon. One cannot share with a human blood or the dragon heart.”
That caught her attention. “What does that mean?”
His hand bore down slightly over her breast. She could feel the steady pump and flow of her heart below his hand, and she drew in a deep breath, letting his hand flatten a little more onto her breast.
He said, “We are born without a heart like yours. Ours are flesh, yes, but they are more than that too. They are forged in some way that has to do with the spell, and I won’t bore you with the details. We can also give a bit of our heart to a dragon that is dying because the fire in their heart has stopped burning.”
Her breath caught. “You mean you could die? I thought dragons were immortal!”
“No, just long lived.”
“How does…” her mind spun as she tried to take it all in. “How does the fire in your heart go out? Does it just happen because you get older or something?”
“That and a dragon can choose to unleash it and let it consume his heart and himself: choose to die in that fire.”
