For the Love of Her Dragon (21 page)

“Thanks.”

Without
an answer, the man turned back into the panther and disappeared into the woods.
Royce shrugged and ran as fast as he could until he reached the sliding glass
doors that led to Kyra. Using his enhanced strength he popped the lock on the
door, and using a broom and a landscape brick he picked up off the deck,
secured them once again as soon as he was inside. He followed the sound of the
shower to the second floor and found Kyra in the bathroom.

Steam
and
the
scent of patchouli and rose petals poured from the entrance, called to not only
the man, but the beast. Her voice drifted to him and he chuckled as he realized
she was singing ‘That Old Black Magic’. Even when he was running from her he
had loved to hear her speak or laugh, the sound like a tinkling of bells ever
present. Her singing voice was no different; it was beautiful, just like the
woman.

He
slowly walked towards his mate, not sure she would be glad to see him, just
knowing he had to see her. The steam enveloped him and it was as if he was
transported to another place and time where only he and Kyra existed. He drew
back the curtain and marveled at the sheer beauty of the one the Universe had
made for him as the water and suds flowed down her back and over her perfectly
rounded ass.

Unable
to stop himself, he reached out, letting his fingers trace her spine. He
followed a single drop of water, suddenly parched with a thirst only his mate
could quench. Kyra spun around and gasped, her hands automatically covering her
breasts and the curls of her mound. “Royce…” his name a whisper on her lips as
she stood staring.

“Kyra…”
was all he could squeeze past the lump in his throat.

Seconds
ticked by as they stood staring at one another. As if unable to resist the
attraction any longer, they flew at one another. Their lips met with the fire
and passion Royce had always imagined would happen when mates came together.
Water soaked through his clothes, wetting his skin as Kyra climbed his body, as
lost to the intensity of their attraction as he was.

She
ripped at his clothes, seeking the contact they both craved. The moment his
shirt hit the shower floor and their chests touched, he was lost. The sensation
of her satiny skin, slicked by the water against him, broke his resolve to go
slow. He could never remember wanting anything as much as he wanted to sink
into the warm welcoming heaven that was his Kyra.

Sitting
her on the bench at the back of the shower, he ripped the remaining clothes
from his body and threw them out of the way. He fell to his knees and looked
into the eyes he wanted to look into every day for the rest of his life and all
through the next. As hard as it was to wait, he searched her eyes for
confirmation that she wanted what was about to happen between them as much as
he did. A slight nod was all the encouragement Royce needed. The need to taste
her pushed his every movement as he leaned forward and drew as much of her
breast into his mouth as he could, teasing her already taunt nipple with his
tongue until Kyra mewled and drove her hands into his hair, holding him in
place as the warm water poured down his back.

He
released her breast with a pop and moved to the other. His hands traced her
sides, reveling in every erotic curve and sensual dip. The suds still falling
from her long tresses, sliding over her silken skin served as the paint, while
his hand worshipped the masterpiece that was his mate, embedding her beautiful
form to memory for all time. He kissed down her body, paying extra attention to
a cluster of freckles to the right of her belly button. Kyra giggled at the
sensation and then moaned as he lightly nipped and relieved the sting with his
tongue.

As
his hands made their way down her body, he felt a slight fluttering under his left
hand. Pressing every so lightly, he felt it again, and when he lifted his hand
he saw a small replica of the dragon he had carried on his left shoulder and
arm since his transformation. He ran just his fingertips across the amazing
marking and felt it move once again just as Kyra threw back her head and
moaned, drawing his attention back to the woman in his arms.

He
pulled her to the edge of the seat and slid first one and then two fingers into
her weeping pussy, moving them in and out, curling the tips every so often to
just graze the bundle of nerves at the top of her channel that made her tiny
nails dig into his shoulders and her legs to close tighter to keep him from
ever leaving her warmth. Kyra’s breathing became rapid and her moans louder as
he moved faster and used his thumb to brush across the tip of her swollen clit.
The contractions of her womb drew his fingers farther into her warmth, her
juices flowing so freely that he felt them run down his arm. Knowing she was
close to completion, he bent his fingers, rubbing her special bundle of nerves
on every pass and used his thumb and forefinger to gently pinch her clit.

Kyra
all but jumped into his lap as she screamed her release. He watched in awe at
the sheer elegance of his mate, her head thrown back in passion, her neck bared
to him, and a flush that only came from complete satisfaction working its way
all over her body. His lips found the sensual column of her neck and tasted
every inch he could reach while his fingers continued to slide slowly in and
out of her still quaking pussy as her orgasm subsided.

Slowly,
she lifted her head and Royce followed the motion by kissing up her neck. He
whispered, “You are absolutely breathtaking, Kyra St. Croix,” as he kissed the
outside of her ear. Before she could answer, he lightly bit her ear lobe
causing her to gasp and her pussy to spasm against his fingers still deep
within her.

In
one fluid motion Royce removed his fingers from Kyra, stood, and carefully
leaned her against the tile, tilting his hips against hers to hold her in place
while his hands found her breasts and began kneading her excited flesh. He
hissed as the tip of his erection brushed against the curls covering her mound,
the sensation threatening to drive him back to his knees. As coherent thought
left his mind, he slammed his mouth to Kyra’s. He kissed her like she was the
very air he breathed, pouring his remorse over his actions of the past, his
belief that they were meant to be together, his faith in her as a person and a
witch, and the growing love he felt for her and her alone, into that one kiss.
It seemed to go on forever and the need to be buried deep inside his mate grew,
like a wildfire fueled by the love and passion of the ages. Their love had
already overcome so much and he had faith that it was one of the strongest
forces in the Universe. The lure of the little witch that had captured his
heart was unlike any other and would sustain him, nourish him, and let him be
the man Kyra needed him to be.

Pulling
back just slightly, he held Kyra in place with his hands as he rolled his hips
and let just the head of his cock slide into her wet warmth. The sensation was
like nothing he had ever imagined. Kyra’s eyes snapped open and he was caught
by the intensity of the feelings he saw reflected there. His heart leapt for
joy at the heat, passion, and affection he saw, but felt the sadness at her
continued pain of his stupidity. He saw the tiniest bit of trust, like a seed
trying to take root, and vowed to nurture it until it was vibrant and in full
bloom.

Kyra’s
legs came around his waist and the familiarity of the action was comforting,
but the resulting contraction of her pussy around his cock drove his desire
higher and pulled his cock farther into her channel. He slowly pushed forward,
feeling her muscles stretch against his size and letting the overwhelming flow
of her juices provide lubrication for their passion. When he felt the mouth of
her womb with the tip of his erection, they both sighed in unison. He knew deep
in his soul that the feeling of complete connection with their soul mate was
what they both had unknowingly been searching for all their adult lives. A
sense of belonging and completion flooded their mating bond and Kyra’s eyes
widened.

The
need to move and feel her move against him took over. Holding Kyra steady, he
pulled almost completely from her warmth before pushing all the way back in.
His slow, steady pace accelerated until he could hear the sound of their
passion-soaked skin slapping together and the feel of his mate meeting him
stroke for stroke. Their motions became frantic and the second before he lost
control, he barked, “Kyra!” Her eyes flew open and their mutual release echoed
against the tiles of the shower.

The
feeling of being with his mate was like nothing Royce had ever experienced. A
feeling of euphoria came over him as he continued to slowly move in and out of
Kyra and marveled as he watched her return to earth. When she had calmed, she
graced him with a lazy smile, and he let his half-erect penis slide from the
haven of his mate.

Afraid
he would fall to the ground, Royce stepped back until the shower bench touched
the back of his legs and sat down, pulling Kyra to his chest. She curled into
him and he could’ve sworn she purred. He kissed the top of her head and thanked
the Universe for second chances. Kyra was a gift, one he would spend his life
proving he deserved. He only prayed that she would bestow her grace upon him.
He promised with his every breath to unconditionally love her for every second
of every minute of every day of this life and the next. His only wish was for
all her tomorrows to be filled with nothing but bliss.

The
water still poured from the shower and it was then that he realized the steam
had diminished. He quickly rinsed the remaining shampoo from her hair and body,
feeling truly fulfilled that she let him care from her. He grabbed a fluffy
pink towel from the counter beside the shower and wrapped Kyra in it before
heading to the bedroom.

Her
eyes dropped as she tried to conceal her continual yawns. All the while, he
reveled that the lazy smile he had put on her beautiful lips remained. He
enjoyed running the soft towel over her enticing curves, making sure every inch
of her body was dry. She watched while he quickly dried his own body and then
giggled when he lifted her with one arm while throwing back the covers with the
other. He positioned himself sitting up with his back touching the headboard,
his legs stretched out in front of him and Kyra curled in his lap, keeping as
much of their skin to skin contact as possible. As he pulled the covers over
them, he felt her tense and then begin to speak, “Royce...”

He
laid his index finger to her lips and whispered, “
Shhhh
,
there will be plenty of time to talk later. Get your rest. Tomorrow’s a big
day. Let’s just enjoy being right here, right now…
together
.”

Kyra
sighed and her breath tickled the hair on his chest. As she snuggled closer
against him, for the first time in his very long life he understood what it
meant to be truly at peace.

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The
sound of voices and the smell of coffee had Kyra opening her eyes, even though
all she wanted was to curl up against Royce and stay in bed for maybe another a
week or two. She stretched and smiled as she felt little aches that only came
from being well-loved. Debating whether she should move or not, she let her
eyes slide closed, only to pop open when a low, smooth voice that made her body
tingle sounded from the vicinity of the door. “Good morning,
cailin
‘
alainn
. Did
you sleep well?” Royce sat down next to her as he spoke.

She
rolled to her side facing him, and nearly purred, “Yes, very well.” As she
inhaled, the scent of fresh air and sunshine filled her senses. The thought of
running her nose up and down his exposed thigh, just to have that scent
embedded in her very soul, crossed her mind. Her cheeks flushed with
embarrassment.

Royce
chuckled and asked, “What were you just thinking?”

Instead
of answering, she asked, “Why?”

“The
look on your face was pure delight and the way your cheeks blushed told me that
it was definitely a thought I would like to make a reality.”

A
nervous giggle flew from her lips as she rolled to her back and pulled the
comforter over her head to hide from Royce’s incredibly perceptive gaze. The
mattress moved as his leg brushed the blanket, and in the next second, she was
looking into the same deep brown eyes that had held so much passion the night
before. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t hide from me,” Royce chuckled.

“Yeah,
yeah, yeah,” she answered. “We agreed but I was…” She bit her lip to stop from
embarrassing herself.

“You
were what,
a
chumann
?”

“Nothing,”
she answered and tried to roll away, but the huge muscular arm lying across her
waist kept her in place.

“Tell
me…please,” he asked and grinned. Not the way he grinned at her before, but
this time, like a little boy just before he is about to do something that he
knows will get him in trouble but was going to do it anyway. There was a
twinkle in his eyes that hadn’t been there before, and little lines bracketed
his eyes that she knew only came when someone was truly happy. When he spoke
she could hear that happiness in his voice, “or I might have to resort to
tickling the answer out of you.”

“You
wouldn’t do that to me,” was her answer, but she saw the truth in his eyes…he
most definitely would and he would enjoy every minute of it.