Dragons Don't Forgive (9 page)

He wraps his arms around me and I feel
his heart beating against my breasts. He rests his chin on my head
as he speaks. “Dmitri early this morning and your brother after I
returned from our ride.”

I snuggle in close. “Dmitri I would
expect, but my brother not so much.”

He chuckles and it vibrates through
me. “We had a pleasant discussion that left us both bruised and
bloody. After we settled our differences, we shared a
meal.”

I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “I
didn’t notice bruises,” I whisper against his warm skin while
smiling so big I’m lucky my jaw doesn’t break.

“
Dragons heal quickly. Your
brother might look a little worse for wear for a few days,
though.”

I kiss the skin at his collarbone. “If
it’s too bad, he can go to Dmitri. Don’t think you’re getting away
with pummeling my brother, though.” I pinch the tight skin on the
side of his abs. Or at least I try to. There’s nothing to pinch.
“You are washing these dirty dishes while I cook or I’ll be eating
you instead.” His cock is already hard and it jumps slightly at my
words. I’m more than willing to turn him into my evening
meal.

He grabs my wrists and brings them
from around his neck. He gently kisses the back of each hand before
releasing me and stepping back. “First we eat and then I will be
your dessert.”

I love seeing him smile wide and it
deepens his laugh lines. I will always remember him with this
wicked grin and his glorious body standing in the light from the
window. His eyes are sensual stars flashing with the hottest violet
fire imaginable. A desperate ache fills me.

“
How will we ever let him
go?” I whisper internally to my wolf. I don’t get an answer. No
whine. No brush of fur inside me… nothing. I feel so incredibly
lonely. I need my wolf to help me keep away the thoughts of losing
Sarn and she’s unresponsive.

“
Why are you crying?” he
asks as he wipes a tear from my cheek. He brings his finger to his
lips and licks it away.

I offer a trembling smile. “I don’t
exactly know, dragon. You make me happy?” I reply leaving it as a
question because I cannot tell him that it will kill me to see him
go. For so long I’ve dreamed of him—his arms around me, our bodies
smelling of sex, and the sweet ache between my thighs. To actually
have this happening and knowing it can’t last is too emotional to
handle right now. I also have no way of explaining all these
feelings flooding me. He gives me a long glance and for some reason
doesn’t ask more questions. I’m relieved and take a cleansing
breath in order to shove the bad thoughts away.

I start grabbing what I need to feed
us. I cook and Sarn cleans. I think of everything possible that has
no relation to me and Sarn. I need to ask the she-bears to restock
the kitchen. I have a small cabin here too. The bears take care of
me because I work at the nightclub. I thank them constantly but
they always brush it aside. I should probably ask them for
additional towels and bed linen too. These thoughts keep me stable
and the tears at bay.

I cook a meal from the scrounged food.
We sit at the table and Sarn eats like it’s the best food he has
ever tasted. “Before we go to bed, do you think we could fly?” I
ask hopefully. I want to soar with him above the trees. I’ve craved
it since our flight this morning.

“
I’ve missed my dragon
form.” He gives me his most sensual look. “I would love to have you
ride me.”

My body heats and I do my best to
ignore the desire that floods my bloodstream. I change the subject
or I’ll never finish my meal. “I have no idea how you could control
your shift for that long. My wolf refuses to obey me if I don’t
give her free time.” Thinking of my wolf makes me realize that
she’s still dormant. It’s very odd, but I have other things to
think about, and her absence is a worry for another
time.

Sarn leans in close and flicks my chin
with the very tip of his finger. “My dragon and I are one and the
same. I’ve heard bear shifters speak of their alternate form as
other. Dragon is the purest form of the man. It’s the difference in
our magic.”

It makes sense because when I look at
him I see the dragon too. He waits patiently as I finish the last
bites of my food. I give him a mischievous smile when I’m done.
“Let’s hurry and clean up so I can admire your dragon form sooner.”
Sarn grumbles a bit, but he helps me clean. His wandering hands
make me laugh until I finally run out the door and he gives chase.
I sprint through the trees, feeling him close behind me. I almost
shift, but decide my wolf doesn’t deserve it. Sarn finally tackles
me at the clearing and we roll and laugh on the spiky pine needles.
Small pricks enter my skin, though I stop noticing when his lips
claim mine.

I love his taste—a mix of sweetness
and the most intoxicating musk. I wish I could bottle it so even
when he’s gone I could taste him. I wipe the thought from my head
as soon as it escapes. I will enjoy every minute we
have.

“
Will you ride me, my
lady?” He rolls so I’m astride him with his cock resting against my
backside. I lift up and position myself so he pokes at my entrance.
His eyes turn the brightest bright violet I’ve seen as I lower
myself until he’s fully seated within me.

“
Riding a dragon just
became my very favorite activity,” I manage to rasp as I catch my
breath at the sensations inundating me. He thrusts upward and my
hands fall to his chest. I stop thinking about anything but the
growing energy between us as my body tightens around him. I move
myself up and lower back down. The sweet friction of his cock heats
me up inside. Out of the water I notice how his skin heats up with
his desire too. I swear I should hear a sizzling noise as our
bodies touch in the most intimate way. My wolf gives a small,
reticent growl inside of me. It must be his dragon that intimidates
her. She only wanted him until she felt his unknown magic. I don’t
care. I don’t need her cooperation to feel pleasure. He thrusts
upward with a powerful buck of his hips and I forget all thought of
my wolf. I want him slowly with long strokes and sensual nipping
kisses. I lean down and lick the corner of his mouth as my lower
body rises up and lowers onto his stiff cock. Pressure builds
between my thighs and curls in sensitive waves that spread through
my entire body. His eyes are the deepest purple I’ve seen them. I
place quick kisses over his face and don’t allow his searching lips
to find mine. He groans in frustration and I laugh with the joy of
driving him mad.

“
Fuck me, wolf. I can no
longer take your teasing,” he rasps out between clenched
teeth.

“
Make me,” I offer in
challenge repeating the words from the first day I went to his
cabin.

He’s above me almost before I’ve
finished speaking. “I was acting the gentleman and taking the pine
needles from your backside,” he groans as he pushes me into those
same prickly needles.

I don’t care; I love that I can drive
him mad with need. His pace increases and my body reacts. “I don’t
want a gentleman, I want a dragon,” I whisper into his
ear.

Neither of us is capable of talking
any longer and we let our bodies tell the story of our need. He
pistons into me and I lift my pelvis up to meet him. The slap of
our joining bodies is loud, our breathing ragged, and our flesh
ignites everywhere we touch. I would swear the earth stops rotating
when the fire down below explodes in crashing waves that make me
scream out my release.

“
Fuck,” he yells as the
cords in his neck strain and he thrusts harder until his warm seed
shoots inside me and he shouts against my neck.

We hold onto each other long after the
energy of our joining fades. This is what love is. And with this
much love comes greater heartache. I know I’m not ready.

Chapter Nine

Sarn

Even with a bride I’ve never felt such
a powerful connection of energy during my release. My violet light
should have exploded and wrapped Sierra within its warmth. Like the
last time, it remained elusive. I don’t wish to feel this dejected
sensation I’ve had both times we’ve made love. It brings all the
reasons I’m here to the forefront.

Unleashing my dragon and soaring
through the sky helps. I love the sound of Sierra’s laughter. I fly
us over the main collection of bear cabins and hear her shout
greetings to the children and females who stop what they’re doing
and watch.

I’ve never relished having people see
a bride riding me. It’s always been a personal, somewhat intimate
experience. I’m sure the humans at my castle have caught sight of
me with a bride from time to time, though it’s never acknowledged.
The last thing a bride would do is wave to them. Sierra is
different, and I’m delighted to see smiling faces on these
children. One day, when all the dragons gain transcended mates,
maybe we can share the joy with the village that supplies our
brides. Quickly, I stop myself from this type of thought. I don’t
deserve a mate. My sins are unredeemable. If I thought I had even a
small chance, the yearning for a mate would drive me crazier than I
already am. Dragons don’t forgive and I will never forgive
myself.

“
Take us over the lake,
dragon. I would like to see it as the sun drops behind the
trees.”

“
As you wish,” I respond
inside her mind.

She’s fearless and holds tight as I
head almost straight up and clear the tree line. I swoop between
hills and glide on the wind.

“
Remain steady,” she says.
“I wish to stand.”

And she does. She walks my neck like
it’s a balance beam. I feel a very slight lag and know she has
placed her hands out. She would make an incredible bride and a mate
who I could carry through eternity. The cruelness of my life pushes
its way inside me again.

“
If I fall, would you catch
me, dragon?” she yells.

Of course I would catch her. “No,” I
tell her as her joy encroaches on my sadness.

“
We shall see,” she shouts
as she heads further along my body and begins walking over the
spikes of my tail.

Crazy wolf and even crazier that she
manages to stay on. I’ve reached the water and once I’m over the
center where it’s deepest, I dive almost straight down. My tail
whips up and I send her into the water ahead of me with a loud
splash. Once I pass where she went in, I skim my talons along the
surface, which sends water spraying around me until I reach shore.
I turn around and head back toward the sounds of her laughter. I
pluck her from the water so she rests in my talons.

“
No fair,” she shouts. I
release her and she splashes again.

This time when I head back to Sierra,
I shift about twenty feet up and enter the water as human. I
streamline straight to her kicking legs, lift her high, and toss
her once more and watch as she flies up and then goes
under.

“
Enough, enough,” she
coughs while laughing when she comes up for air.

I swim over and bring her in close so
she’s settled against me as she catches her breath. “I love you,
Sierra,” I whisper against her wet hair.

Her arms tighten around me. “Oh, Sarn,
I love you too.”

Lightning doesn’t strike and the earth
doesn’t open up and swallow us. She loves me even knowing my sins.
I will steal every minute possible with her so she soothes away the
pain as only she can do.

We swim to the bank and watch the sun
go down over the trees and the mirror of the lake absorb the
colors. When the last rays of light go dark, I begin kissing
Sierra’s throat and down lower until I stop at her breasts. I lay
my head against her for a moment and listen to her heart beat. She
will live forever and her heart will never stop. Longing travels
through me—the longing to hold her throughout eternity. A dream
that is far from reality, but I can’t help it.

I finally pull away and run my hand
over her soft flesh and hardened nipple. I taste one with a quick
lick then watch the peak tighten further. Sierra’s fingers sink
into my hair as she draws me closer. I apply harder suction this
time and she writhes beneath me.

“
Love me, Sarn,
please.”

I worship her body with kisses and
finally enter her in a long, slow stroke. We keep up this pace as
our gazes meet in the dark, both having the gift of night vision.
We share a connection until neither of us can fight the need of a
faster and deeper joining.

I love her. I don’t deserve her—my
little wolf with the heart of the lion and the soul of an angel. I
find peace in her arms and ecstasy in her warmth. She chases away
my demons as her sighs and moans echo into the night.

I can’t help silently bargaining with
the Goddess. “Please, I will do anything…”

Sierra pulses around me and I can’t
hold back my orgasm. She’s beautiful. She’s sensual. She’s fierce.
She’s perfect.

We hold hands as we walk back to the
cabin. We aren’t willing to stop the energy that binds us. She
sleeps in my bed and we do more loving than actual sleeping. It is
the most peaceful and whimsical night I’ve spent since leaving the
dragon realm.

“
What about your work at
the nightclub?” I ask her the next morning after taking my fill of
her body again. Her hair is in disarray, she smells like sex, and
I’ve never seen her more alluring.