Dragos Takes A Holiday [6.50] Elder Races (7 page)

“Good God, Dragos!” She clenched her fingers in his short hair.

He fucked her with his fingers while he never let up on the pressure with his tongue. The heat coming off of her body was unbelievably erotic. She made a strangled, mewling noise at the back of her throat, and the sound went straight to his cock. In that moment, he was absolutely sure he was going to die if he didn’t get inside of her just as quickly as he could.

Swearing, she bent over and draped across his shoulder, and her inner muscles clenched on his fingers as she came one more time. He wrapped an arm around her neck while he cupped her until the orgasm eased.

He was breathing like he had raced a marathon, his own need turning his muscles rigid. As he loosened his hold on her, she slid into his lap. He yanked her torso closer, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as she reached between them.

The sensation of her slender fingers closing over his erection was delicious, agonizing. His head fell back, and he sucked in air through clenched teeth as she stroked him.

“Come here,” she whispered.

He widened his thighs, spreading her legs as she raised herself up and rubbed the tip of his erection against her soft, drenched entrance. Slowly she sank down on him. It didn’t matter how many times they had made love over the last year. The sensation of piercing into her body was indescribable. Every time it was like the first time, like new. A guttural groan broke out of his mouth.

He couldn’t get inside deeply enough. He gripped her and thrust with his hips. The friction of sliding into her tight, wet sheath made him crazy, crazy. Her moonlit hair was tousled and shadowed her face. Watching his expression with wise, loving eyes, she flexed on him as she undulated her torso. She knew exactly what to do, and it sent him over the edge.

Gripping her tighter, he pumped once, twice, three times hard and fast. The climax ran through the muscles of his body, hitting him like a steamroller, and he felt himself beginning to pulse inside of her. The pleasure was so violent it was almost excruciating.

“Fuck me,” he gasped.

“Any time you want,” she whispered. She stroked his face and gave him a siren’s smile. “Any time, anywhere.”

The aftershocks were still hitting him, pleasure slowly spiraling him down to sanity once again. He pulled her closer, one hand at the back of her neck and the other arm wrapped around her waist. “Always.”

She laid her head on his shoulder and pressed her lips to his neck. “Forever.”

The mating frenzy that had gripped them last year was never too far away, and for a moment he wavered on the edge. He could take her over and over, passion blazing through the night like a comet.
T
hey had done it before, and no doubt would do it again.

For the moment, instead, peace stole over him gradually, until the dragon let go and eased back, and he could think more humanlike thoughts.

“I think I might be able to drive now,” he said.

She snickered. “Are you sure?”

He smiled into her neck. “Pretty sure. When we reached the car earlier, all I could think of was: Key. Ignition. Stick shift. Wheel. And then: No.”

She laughed harder. “When you picked me up, all I could think of was: Yay!”

“Sometimes the single-syllable conversations are the most important ones.” He kissed her and fell into the private, voluptuous world of exploring her soft, sensual mouth.

She murmured wordlessly, the sound filled with contentment, and kissed him back as she stroked her fingers through his hair. They both sighed with regret when his softening penis slipped out of her.

She said against his mouth, “I think I have sand burn on my knees.”

He shifted immediately to help her stand. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. If it had been really irritating, I would have said something.”

Together they brushed the sand off her legs. “We should be heading back anyway.”

“As long as you cloak us again on the way to the car. I’m not fit to be seen in public.” She tried to straighten her dress while he zipped up his pants.

He paused to look at her with a private, possessive smile. While he liked displays of his claim on her—disheveled hair, lipstick gone, or even the slight evidence of marks on her neck—no, at the moment, she was not fit to be seen in public. The thin material of her dress was crumpled, and they both smelled like sex, and that was too private to be shared.

“Of course,” he said. “Are you ready?”

She nodded. This time he took her hand and they walked back, enjoying the night and the breeze that blew off the ocean. When they got back within sight of the bright lights and busy dockyard, Dragos wrapped the concealment cloak around them again.

Pia said, “I am horribly in love with you, you know.”

He put his arm around her shoulders. “As I am with you. Horribly.”

Her sigh made him smile. It was such a happy sound. He pulled her closer as they strolled toward the car.

Chapter Six

Early the next morning, Pia dressed in Capri cargo pants, a lemon-yellow tank top and her slender silver sandals. Dragos dressed simply as well, in jeans and a gray T-shirt that stretched across the breadth of his chest and biceps.

After a quick, cheerful breakfast, Pia slipped Liam into his baby carrier and strapped him to her torso. She and Dragos walked the path to the beach, where Dragos changed into his dragon form.

Liam crowed with excitement and craned his neck to look at Dragos. Pia turned so he could study his father, and he flailed his arms.

“This is one excited baby.” She jerked her head back with a laugh as one of his chubby fists clipped her on the chin.

The dragon bent his immense head and nosed Liam, who shrieked happily and pounded the dragon’s snout. Pia laughed harder as she imagined what they might look like to a total stranger. If she had witnessed such a bizarre sight without knowing any of them, she would have been absolutely terrified for the baby and the woman holding him.

The dragon’s huge gold eyes danced. He said to Pia, “Are you ready?”

“You bet.”

Dragos scooped Pia into one forepaw with extreme care and twisted to set her on his back. With the familiarity of long practice, she scooted up to the natural hollow where the base of the dragon’s neck met his shoulders. As soon as she settled into place, she patted his dusky bronze hide. “All set.”

Her heart leaped as he crouched and launched over the water in a breathtaking surge of power. It never got old. Dragos’s lunges into the air used to scare her, since for flights like this, she rode him without a strap or harness of any kind, but her confidence and trust had grown over time. Even in his dragon form, he was blindingly fast. Once, she had started to slide from her perch, and he had twisted in midair to snatch her up in one paw before she fell.

However, this flight didn’t go as planned. When they went airborne, Liam gave another happy shriek—and shapeshifted.

Astonished, Pia stared down at him. Normally when he rode in the baby carrier, he was strapped snugly against the front of her body, but his dragon form was much longer and leaner than his human baby form, and now the carrier hung loose around his sleek body.

He began to crawl onto her shoulders. She threw her arms tightly around him. He wriggled to get away from her, his head turned and jewel-bright eyes fixed on Dragos’s huge, flapping wings.

“We’ve got a problem,” she called out.

Immediately Dragos stopped his ascent, spread his wings wide and coasted. He tried to look around, but he couldn’t twist far enough to see what happened at the base of his neck. “What’s wrong?”

“Liam changed again—he’s trying to get away from me. I don’t know if I can hold on to him!”

She grabbed Liam by one foreleg and wrapped her fingers around the base of one wing as he freed it from the carrier. Liam flapped his wing and smacked her in the face. Pain flared as he hit her in the nose. Her eyes watered.

Dragos said, “Let him go.”

Pia blinked the tears from her eyes and looked around, her thoughts racing. They were already a couple of hundred yards out from shore. If she let Liam go and he tried to fly but couldn’t, Dragos would to have to lunge to catch him. If he did, she didn’t know if she could hold her seat, or if Dragos could catch them both if they fell.

But it quickly became clear that they might both fall anyway. Liam’s strength in his dragon form was sobering. He wasn’t even fighting with her. She could tell he was excited, not distressed, but he was so determined she could barely hold on to him.

Thank God they were flying over the water. She thought of hitting the surface at the speed they were going. It might hurt, but at this height, it wouldn’t kill her. It would help if she controlled her fall and hit the surface in a dive.

“Okay,” she said. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

She let go of Liam. He pulled free from the carrier, balanced on her shoulders and launched into the air. Heart in her throat, she watched as he flapped his wings enthusiastically and…

Plummeted in an ungainly spiral.

“Watch out, he’s falling!” she shouted.

Fear clutched her. Strong though he might be, he was still a baby. She might survive if she hit the water, but the fall could kill him.

Quick as a cat, Dragos twisted and snatched him out of the air. “Got him.”

“Jesus wept.” She hunched over Dragos’s neck, leaning on one hand. “That sight aged me twenty years.”

Dragos wheeled and flew back to shore. When he landed, he knelt so Pia could slide to the ground. She managed to do so without falling, which was a major feat since her legs were shaking so badly. She walked around to face him.

He held the small, white dragon in one cupped paw. As she joined them, he turned his paw upward and opened his talons. Liam leaped and flapped his wings madly, and fell in a sprawl on the beach. He rolled to his feet and crouched to spring into the air again.

Dragos put a paw on him. “
NO
.”

Liam froze.

Dragos picked him up, held him between two talons and regarded him. The small, white dragon hung meekly limp in his grasp.

Dragos offered Liam to Pia, who gathered him in her arms. Suddenly sitting down seemed like a good idea. She plopped on the sand, crossed her legs and cuddled the baby. Liam rested his head on her shoulder, his expression thoughtful.

Dragos’s Wyr form disappeared as he shapeshifted. Glancing quickly along the deserted beach, he walked over to kneel beside her and they both contemplated the graceful white form of their son.

Uncertainty chewed at Pia. She angled her head up to Dragos. “Are we terrible parents? I mean, who takes their baby up in the air like that?”

“We’re excellent parents. What we did was natural and normal. Avian Wyr take their babies in the air all the time.”

He sounded so sensible. She tried to calm down. “My heart almost stopped when I watched him fall.”

“He was never in any danger.” Dragos looked deeply into her eyes. “Neither were you. If you had fallen with him, I would have caught you too. This wasn’t any different than me tossing him in the air and catching him in the living room. You just got scared. That’s all.”

She put her cheek down on top of the white dragon’s head. “Avian Wyr really do that?”

“Yes, they do.” He rubbed her back, his touch slow and soothing. “In fact, falling is part of learning to fly. Clearly Liam and I will need to go out and do some practicing. You’re welcome to come up with us if you want.”

“No, thanks. I think I’ll stay on the ground for those lessons.” She shook her head and rubbed the back of her neck. “He’s going to be able to fly before he’s a year old. We need to get a toddler leash and hire avian nannies.”

“We will. It’s all right.”

Gradually her heart stopped its headlong pounding as she listened to him. She considered Dragos’s expression. He was entirely calm. In fact, the only thing he evidenced was mild concern for her.

She came to the humbling realization that she was the only one who had panicked. “You weren’t bothered in the slightest by what happened, were you?”

He managed to produce a vaguely apologetic expression. “I’m afraid not.”

Blowing out a breath, she glanced down at Liam. He lifted his head and smiled at her. Good God, look at those teeth. Baby though he was, with those teeth and razor-sharp talons, Liam could do some serious damage to someone if he had a mind to, yet the only thing he had done so far is damage her clothes.

He was already being careful.

She stroked his head. “You’re such a good boy. I’m so proud of you.”

He leaned into her hand and sighed.

“I guess our morning flight is cancelled,” Dragos said.

Liam’s head popped up. His expression turned stricken.

Pia steeled her heart against the sight. The primary reason they had come to Bermuda in the first place was so that Dragos would get some time for rest and recreation.

“That’s all right.” She smiled at Dragos. “Why don’t you start your search? We don’t need to come with you. I’ll start on the research.” She turned her attention to Liam. “If you want to come with me, you need to change back into your human form. Otherwise you have to stay here with Uncle Hugh.”

Liam’s gaze slid sideways to Dragos.

Pia told the baby firmly, “No, you’re not going with your dad. You can go flying with him soon, but not this morning.”

Thunderclouds gathered in his violet eyes. He growled.

A thoroughly annoyed baby dragon was quite a sight. Her face compressed, and she bit both of her lips. She would
not
laugh.

Dragos tapped Liam’s snout. “Stop that. Don’t growl at your mother.”

The peanut blinked and jumped. Giving her an apologetic look, he changed, and she held her innocuous, human-looking baby in her arms.

She cuddled him close. “That’s better.”

Dragos kissed the top of Liam’s head then kissed her on the mouth. “I’m going to take off.”

“Have fun.”

“You too.” He paused. “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do. If it gets boring, stop.”

“Don’t worry about me. We’ll have fun and be fine.” She shooed him. “Go. Be free.”