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

Her smile was apologetic. “I’m not used to handling guns. I am sorry.” Simon gently brushed a strand of flame red hair from her face. He was enjoying the soft, warm feel of his lower body pressed against hers. He struggled to keep his mind off what he really wanted to do with her in this vulnerable position.

“Good, leave the shooting to me next time.” He gave her his best charming smile.

“Are you alright? I mean are you feeling okay?” Her voice lowered slightly, the heat in her green eyes told him she, too, enjoyed having him on top of her. She slid her hand up over his shoulder.

“All things considered, I feel good. Sweetheart, where are we?”

“Oh, quite safe. I managed to drag you back to a friend’s house in East London.”

“Good to know.” They simply gazed at each other. He was in no hurry to move off her soft feminine body. In fact, his mind moved towards enjoying her soft delights, his cock already painfully hard, pressed into the junction of her thighs. All he needed to do was shift a little to the left. Still, Simon needed to be sure of her willingness.

“Are you alright?” he stroked her cheek.

“I’m wonderful. Thanks for rescuing me.” Her smile lit her face, truly beautiful. It did strange things to his chest and made him feel like a giddy, untried youth. Simon shook the foolish thoughts from his mind.

“I think you and I are going to have to have a little talk about that sooner or later.” Unable to help himself, he lowered his head. After staring at her lush lips for what seemed an eternity, he was thirsty for a sip. “Right now, I am vying for much later.”

He groaned, watching her little pink tongue dart out, leaving a sheen of moisture on her lips. As if daring him to taste her, it was the last straw to break his resolve. He closed the remainder of the distance, covering her mouth with his. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and sucked lightly on it. She opened for him; he delved inside to taste and explore. Her flavour of warm cinnamon spice and home caused surprise mixed with overwhelming lust to hit him—hard. Her flavour—pure decadence. He needed to taste more, have more of her.

All too quickly, his gentle exploration of her mouth turned into a hungry devouring. He felt her fingers slide into his hair as she kissed him back with heated abandon. She moaned softly; he growled heatedly in response.

He pulled back suddenly. They were both breathing in short little pants. Her skin was flushed. Glancing down over her body, Simon saw she was tattooed. A beautiful, glowing, red dragon was etched over skin, down across her stomach, along her side and most probably around her back. He’d known a few tattooed women in his long life, but had never seen one as intricate or as big as this.

“Have a thing for dragons?”

She smiled nervously. “I hear tattoos turn some men on.”

Simon was beyond turned on by his red headed beauty; he was desperate to the point of pain. He lowered his head and lightly nibbled along her lips. The tattoo only made her sexier than any woman he’d ever seen.

“Sweetheart, if I kiss you again I won’t stop until I’m inside you.” He gave her fair warning and a chance to stop before it went too far. He knew with taking this woman there would be no regrets. He wanted her with a hunger he’d never known before.

Yes, he’d loved women and pursued them to the point of insanity. Everything about Ophelia called to him in a strange new way. Something inside was pulling at him to have her. It would almost kill him, but he would stop if she was unwilling.

The corner of her lips twitched up slightly “I must reward my hero properly. Don’t stop.” She tugged his mouth back to hers. “I want you, Simon,” she whispered against his lips. He groaned with both relief and pleasure. Indeed, right here and now she belonged to him.

Opie was lost to everything but the feel of his mouth on hers, his tongue hungrily drinking her in. The feel of his sword-worn, calloused hands sliding over her made her skin break out in fine goose-bumps. Her body responded like liquid flame to his heated caresses. Her dragon purred in pleasure at his skilled touch.

Her back arched as he lifted her smaller frame, his lips trailing down her skin following the winding neck of her dragon. He licked at her collar bone before his mouth covered her breast, his lips latching round her hardened, aching nipple, tugging on it, rolling his tongue over the bud.

“Oh, Simon!” Her fingers threaded through his dark, dyed hair. So silky, a true sensory delight. She moaned her pleasure, urging him on. He nipped gently at her nipple. She gasped at the edge of pain mingled with pleasure.

He shifted his head giving devoted attention to her other breast. “By the gods, so perfect.” His voice muffled around a mouthful of her breast.

“More!”
More,
echoed her dragon. He chuckled and Opie growled. She could feel her dragon pushing close to the surface. She grabbed his shoulder, lifted her weight and pushed, forcing Simon to roll with the motion. He lay on his back, staring up at her as she straddled him. His eyes gleamed in the shadows of the room, his blue orbs bright with lust as he gazed up at her. He slid his hands down her arms, cupped her breasts, squeezing slightly before sliding down to her hips.

“Go on sweetheart, take what you want.”

Oh, they would. She moved her body over his thick, proud cock. Her bare pussy, wet with her juices, slid along his member. He groaned as the two made contact. Back and forth she rocked her hips, his fingers tightening on her hips. His eyes darkened with carnal need.

“No more play...” His growl was positively feral—she loved it. He sat up as she leaned in, meeting him in the middle, his arms wrapping around her waist, their mouths clashing, kissing in heated desperation. He lifted her more lithe form, just enough to align their bodies. The mouth of her sex connected with his cock and he let her body slide down. Her inner body stretched. She threw back her head, savouring the slight burn of him entering her for the first time.

Connected with her mate, her dragon purred again, but only for a moment.

“Sweetheart, you...so damn...tight...I don’t want to hurt you...but...I have to move.”

“Move, damn it, make me feel it.” She pushed herself up, heavily dropping her body, loving the feel of him pulsing inside her.

He gripped her hips, stilling her, and she growled, her fingers sinking deeper into his hard, muscled shoulders. “You like a little pain with your pleasure?” He met her blue gaze.

“Yes...” she hissed. He let her move again, faster, a little harder. Oh gods, yes, but she needed, wanted more.

He seemed to sense her need. In a blur of movement, he pulled out, gripped her body and flipped it. She hit the mattress with an
oomph
. Before she had time to blink, he lifted her legs over his shoulder and drove into her.

“Oh gods, yes!” Her scream echoed through the room as the angle made him penetrate deeper. She clawed at his back as he hammered into her over and over. The sounds of growls, panting, and the slapping of flesh on flesh filled the room. Excitement and pressure building from her cunt radiated outwards. She strained, wanting to be pushed to the edge, wanting to soar over.

Just at the edge, the words formed in her mind. Her dragon flashed behind her eyes, demanding she claim him, bind him to her.

Yes! No! A spell, a temporary tethering, he needed to know the truth of who she was before she life bonded with him. She needed his full acceptance.

The magic swirled inside, without thought the words tumbled out. “In the dire of nights, a tether binds, to hold till danger be gone or lives be done!”

The spell cast, Opie exploded, screaming as pleasure washed through every inch of her. Sparks flew, not just inside, but around the room as the magic took hold. Simon uttered a deep guttural groan, his body shaking and cock pulsing as his seed surged into the depths of her body.

He collapsed forward and her legs dropped with a thump onto the mattress, their sweat-slick skin pressing against each other as they struggled to regain their breathing.

Simon’s head rose. She opened her eyes to see him frowning down at her.

“Who are you? By Odin’s name, what have you done to me!? I feel...something...different.”

She shoved at his shoulders as a sudden panic clawed at her chest, tightening it. She struggled to draw breath.

“I can’t breathe!” He pulled from her depths and moved back, sitting back on his legs. Her gaze fell to his cock, still semi-hard, glistening with their combined juices.

Simon struggled to keep a cool composure. He’d felt the magical power surge through him at the moment she hit her climax. Yet here she was with her gaze still on his cock, and she was licking her lips as if it was candy to a hungry child.

“Up here, Ophelia.” He clicked his fingers and her head snapped up to meet his gaze.

“What the hell did you do? You’re a witch, aren’t you?” Simon rose from the bed, his hands on his hips.

Her emerald eyes widened in clear panic.

“No, I’m not a witch. I didn’t...I mean...I need to...oh goddess...” She scrambled from the bed and jerked open the door. Simon’s gaze fell to her shapely naked arse as she ran, but the view was all too brief as she vanished down the hall.

“Gods, damn it, Opie, put some clothes on,” a male swore. Simon glanced around the room for his own clothes, spotting them flung over the single chair in the corner of the room. He snatched them up and dressed quickly. He was going after the little witch to make her undo whatever it was she did to him.

Her scream drew his attention. Simon bolted from the room to find her standing on the landing, struggling in the hallway against some kind of invisible force. As he neared, she stopped, panting for breath.

He gripped her arm and swung her around to face him.

“I’m a dragon,” she blurted out. “I have to shift. It’s been too long!” Her green eyes flashed, wild and desperate, as she clutched at his shoulders.

“A dragon?”
No, dragons are not beautiful redhead women with
...His gaze ran down her tattoo, which now moved on her body, as if alive. A blonde woman came running up the stairs, followed by an angry, dark haired human man.

“Opie?”

Opie swore a blue streak. She grabbed Simon’s wrist. He felt the power build then suddenly ‘pop’. Warm granules slid between his toes as his feet sank into the sand of a desert. Darkness surrounded them except for the shining moon, casting shadows over the dunes.

“By the gods, you can teleport.”

“Ghee, you sure know how to state the obvious, now stand back.” She shoved at him, making him take several hasty steps back. “I’ve been locked up in a fucking cage for longer than my dragon can stand. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” She sucked in a deep breath and held out her arms.

Simon stumbled back as she shimmered, sparking red. He blinked and there before him stood a magnificent, if somewhat small, red dragon. The last dragon Simon had encountered had been a massive black beast. This one was pretty. Her red scales shimmered like rubies in the moonlight and her green eyes sparkled like crystal clear emeralds. This was the woman he’d just fucked? Why was he so surprised? He’d fought demons, stood in the presence of gods and had lived longer than any human should have lived.

“Ophelia?”

She blinked and dropped her graceful dragon neck onto the sand, followed by the rest of her body, in a non-threatening stance.

“Yes. It’s me.”
Simon realised she had spoken directly into his mind.

Everything suddenly made sense; the rooftop and the men who had come after her.

“This is why Jones had you locked up?”

She raised her head.

“I made the mistake of showing my ex-boyfriend what I was; he worked for Jones, and betrayed me. Jones has a thing for creatures of the Outer and Lower Realm.”

He stood, amazed at the beauty of the large beast before him. He knelt down and ran his hand along the side of her neck. Her scales were surprisingly soft; silky smooth. She purred at his touch.

“I never realised. I’ve only ever known one dragon. I had no idea they could take human form. But what I need to know is what you did to us back in the bedroom.” There was a guilty gleam in her jewelled dragon eyes. She pulled back and climbed to her feet. He felt the magic and shimmer of her change.

Before him stood the beautiful woman in all her naked glory. The red dragon image was once again wrapped around her body, its green eyes regarding him with the same expression Ophelia wore. She chewed on her plump bottom lip.

“I did what I had to do. I used a dragon spell to tether you to me. I’m sorry, Simon, but I need you.”

Anger overrode his flair of lust at her confession. His jaw clenched. He reached out and grabbed her arm, fighting the urge to shake her. His brow dipped in a frown. “Tethered how?”

“It’s just a spell. We can’t leave each other’s company until I’m out of danger from Jones.”

“You’re a dragon! You’re bloody big enough to rip anyone’s head off, and you have magic. How could you possibly need me?”

“You don’t know me.” Her green eyes flared with anger. “I’m not like other dragons.”

“Bloody hell you’re not. Take us back and undo the spell.”

Clothes suddenly appeared on her body, covering the lush curves he had enjoyed barely twenty minutes ago. This day was just getting better and better. He felt the power build and knew what was coming. Even so, he blinked in disorientation. They now stood back in the bedroom he’d awoken in. He saw the remainder of his clothing and weapons lying on a dresser by the wall. He marched over to finish dressing.

“Undo the spell, Ophelia.” He folded his arms.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

She folded her arms defensively, mimicking his stance.

“Alright then.” He turned and collected his weapons from the room and tucked them back into their slots and holders on his custom made clothing.

“What are you going to do?” He felt her eyes tracking his every move, but refused to look at her.

He crowded over her. “If you won’t, then I’ll find someone who will. You had no right to do this without asking me, dragon or not.” He gripped her arm in a tight hold, snatched up the keys which were also on the dresser, and pulled her from the room.