For the Love of Her Dragon (27 page)

It
was Carrick’s voice that rang with clarity and power, “Now is the time of the
marking. May the Universe continue to bless you and yours all the days of your
life,” and with that everyone but Royce and Kyra followed the path that led off
the mountain.

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Time
stood still as Kyra stared into Royce’s eyes. She watched as a fire blazed in
their deep brown depths, helpless to do anything but gaze upon her mate. Royce
lowered his mouth to hers, stopping right before their lips would have touched
and whispered, “
Ta’
mo
chroi
istigh
ionat
,” and then
touched his lips to hers.

Just
the tender touch of his lips to hers started an ache deep in her soul that
spread like wildfire through her entire body, igniting a passion that would
burn bright and hot for eternity. They opened completely to one another, baring
all that they were to the other half of their soul. Kyra could feel Royce in
every fiber of her being, and felt a part of herself binding to him. He was
becoming as much a part of her as she was of him.

A
small light, barely a glow, started in her heart and then flashed to encompass
her entire being. In that flash, Kyra experienced everything that Royce was
feeling, and knew with all certainty that he shared her emotions as well. She
felt a twinge on the left side of her neck, and Royce immediately left her
lips, trailing kisses across her jaw and down her neck until he reached the
tender spot. He licked and sucked until all thoughts of anything but their naked
bodies loving one another vanished from her mind.

When
they finally stopped kissing, Royce led her to the same path the others had
used to exit the plateau, but when she would have continued down the path,
Royce steered her to the right and through the opening of a cave that had been
decorated with the same flowers as their mating ceremony. As her eyes adjusted,
she saw candles burning on every available surface and a pallet of thick fluffy
blankets stacked high in the center. It was her dream from all those weeks ago
coming to life. They walked in silence until they stood at the edge of the
blankets. When Royce spoke, his voice echoed all the love and passion she was
feeling. “Our first kiss was on a mountain top and I spent more nights than I
care to admit lying on a cave floor dreaming that you would be mine. I thought
it only fitting that we spend our first night as a mated couple here. I hope
you agree?”

Unable
to form a single coherent thought, she threw herself into his arms and kissed
him as if her very life depended upon it. Her hands slid under his
surcoat
and soon it hit the ground, along with the black
t-shirt he had worn under it. His bare skin under her fingertips set off a
series of electrical currents that caused an ache only Royce could cure. She
slid down his body, randomly placing kisses and tasting special spots she
planned to revisit. She appreciated every inch that was her mate and enjoyed
the hiss from his mouth as her body rubbed against his straining cock.

She
removed his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and let her hand follow the trail of
deep auburn hair that disappeared into his pants. Her fingers stretched to
cover the girth of his erection and she smiled as it pulsed against her palm.
Working her fist to the tip, she let her thumb caress the weeping tip,
spreading the warm proof of his excitement all around. Royce threw back his
head and in her mind, she heard his strained voice, “
Kyra,
mo
ghra
’, I love you with all
that I am
.”

Her
surprise momentarily stilled her hand and she answered just as he had spoken,
“And
I love you, my very own dragon man.”
Royce began to move his hips, dragging
his cock through her palm. She listened as his breathing became ragged and
watched the pulse in his neck beat a staccato rhythm as she marveled at the mark
shaped like a flame riding a wave that she knew had not been there before. A
piece of the conversation she’d had with Siobhan came to mind and she instantly
knew it was their mating mark, and that she had a matching brand on her neck.

Passion
shut off all further thought of anything but the man before her when more
evidence of his ecstasy puddled in her hand. She worked her fist up and down
his generous length, feeling him grow even harder. Using her free hand and with
his help, she shoved his pants to the ground. As he kicked them out of the way,
she placed her free hand on his thigh and leaned forward, taking as much of his
cock into her mouth as she could. His essence on her tongue was like nothing
she had ever tasted. He tasted of sea and air and purely Royce. She let her
tongue massage the bulging vein that ran the length of the underside of his
erection and felt him throb in reaction. Slowly, she let him slide from her
mouth, only to tease the slit at the tip with her tongue. Royce’s hands held her
head and she could feel the building tension as his fingers gently flexed in
her hair. With her hand on his thigh, she felt his muscles quiver and knew he
wanted to move his hips but was using his considerable strength to hold back.
Longing to see her mate completely lost to their passion, she sucked his cock
back into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat, sucked until her
cheeks hollowed, and swallowed. The resulting groan from Royce and the shift of
his hands to her shoulders in an attempt to push her back and dislodge his cock
from her mouth let Kyra know he was close to where she wanted him. Her need to
give him the same pleasure he had shown her and the feelings that were flowing
between them spurred her on.

She
slid her lips over him and once again hollowed her cheeks, but this time, she
moved her fist up and down the base of his cock, and with her free hand, she
massaged his balls. He shouted, “Kyra…Kyra…
mo
chroi
…

Unable
to answer, she merely hummed, “
mmmmmhhmmmmmm
?’ the
vibrations a happy accident that caused him to groan loud and long.

He
tried to pull from her mouth as hard as she tried to keep him there, and the
result was a give and take in which they met one another stroke for stroke
until she felt his balls in her hand tighten. He changed his tactics by sliding
his hands under her arms and tried to lift her from the ground, but Kyra
doubled her efforts, quickening their pace until he roared her name to the
heavens and she felt the warm wet flow of his essence down her throat. Kyra
swallowed every drop and worked him in and out of her mouth until his breathing
slowed. Only then did she let him fall from her lips.

Royce
knelt before her, placed his hands on her waist, and looked at her like she was
the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You are absolutely amazing,
my
a
sta’rin
’
. You
and your love saved me from myself.”

Ever
so slowly, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on first one temple and then the
other, above one eyebrow and then the other. He continue to show tender
adoration with his lips, touching as many places as he could, until he had
worked his way all the way down her throat. His journey continued to the very
top of the lavender gown she was still wearing. Every inch of her décolletage
knew his attention, while his hands slowly worked the zipper of her dress
downward and then her gown hit the ground, leaving her in nothing but the
lavender lace thong the girls had given her at her ‘bachelorette’ party. Royce
leaned back and ran his eyes slowly from her baby pink toenails that Grace had
demanded be painted to her shoulders and back again. She felt her nipples
harden to just shy the point of pain, and the wetness that until now had
gathered in her pussy wet the inside of her thigh.

“You
are the most beautiful creature ever created, Kyra O’Reilly, and you are all
mine,” he whispered right before his mouth slammed to hers and he laid her back
on the soft pillow of the pallet he had prepared. They kissed and tasted until
she was sure she would never be able to live without his touch. She felt Royce
everywhere
,
in her heart, in her soul, and in her thoughts. The sensual overload was
indescribable, and combined with his hands on her body, made her insane with
need. She felt his fingers slide under the lace on her hip and a slight tug
later, she was completely naked and utterly at his mercy.

Kyra
lifted her hips in an effort to get his wandering hands where she needed them
most, but Royce only placed one hand flat on the skin above the curls that
covered her mound and held her still. His hands were so large that as he moved
his thumb back and forth, he brushed the tip of her very excited clit, raising
goosebumps
all over her body. She screamed her frustration
and ever growing arousal at the ceiling, using only his name, “Royce...oh my
Goddess…Royce…”

She
could hear the smile in his voice as he answered, “Yes,
ce’adsearc
.
Yes. I am here.”

His
body moved against her and she opened her eyes to see him kneeling between her
legs. Their eyes met and Kyra was snared, unable to do anything but look into
the eyes of the man that was hers forever. He placed his hands under her ass
and gently pulled her closer to him. She felt the head of his cock touch the
outer lips of her pussy and her hips lifted in response, causing him to slide
between her outer lips and bump her clit. She tried to move her hips forward,
tried to push him farther inside, and the movement caused both of them gasp.
She watched his eyes become half-lidded and finally, his hips began to move.

She
rolled her hips to meet his thrust and his thick, hard cock slid all the way
into her wet warm pussy, only stopping when he reached the very bottom. They
both sighed and the feeling of utter bliss rolled over and around them…they
were truly one in all ways. Savoring the feeling of her womb contracting around
his hard, throbbing cock, they paused, savoring the moment. The emotions freely
flowing between them only heightened Kyra’s excitement.

Royce’s
looked at where they were joined and spoke with incredible reverence, “Look at
us
,
mo
ghra
’
, look
at where we are joined...
always together
.”

The
sight of their bodies joined amped up her need to move, to feel release from
the orgasm that was barreling towards her. She moved with renewed vigor against
her mate, watching him glide in and out of her pussy. Royce needed no more
motivation, he drove in and out of her, rolling his hips every time their hips
touched. The change in motion made the head of his cock rub against the bundle
of nerves at the top of her channel and her clit to make contact with the base
of his cock on every stroke. Unable to do anything but feel, she let go of
everything but the love and devotion she felt for her mate and reached for his
hands. His fingers slid between hers just as she screamed her release to the
heavens and heard Royce roar his.

She
slowly returned to earth as Royce continued to slowly move in and out of her
with their hands still clasped. “Hey there,
a
sta’rin
’,
how you
doin
’?”

She
knew she wore a goofy grin and really didn’t care as she purred her answer,
“Perfect, my love, just perfect.”

Royce
let their hands fall apart, pulled completely out of her, picked her up, and
moved her to the top of their pallet, laying her gently on her side with her
head on a feather pillow. He laid facing her and smiled. Kyra had no idea how
long they laid there, just gazing into each other’s eyes, before he pulled a
royal blue velvet box with a beautiful white ribbon tied around it from under
her pillow and handed it to her.

“What’s
this?” she asked.

“Open
it and find out,” was his answer.

“But
I didn’t get you anything.”

“I
have everything I want, right here…
you
. Now, open it or I’ll tickle you
until you do.” He grinned and she wondered if a day would ever come when she
would grow tired of just looking at him.

She
carefully pulled the ribbon, untying the perfectly crafted bow and laid the
ribbon across Royce’s chest. He laughed out loud and asked, “Am I
gonna
get unwrapped soon, too?”

“If
you’re lucky,” she answered and winked.

Nothing
could have prepared her for what she saw when she lifted the lid on the box.
Her words came out jumbled, but thankfully Royce understood, “Oh my…when did
you…I was
gonna
…”

Sparing
her anymore verbal diarrhea, Royce leaned forward and kissed her while taking
the anklet she had admired in Emma’s shop from the velvet box. Only when she
was breathless, did he leave her lips, kissing her chin, then the base of her
neck, and the spot between her breasts. He worked his way down her body,
randomly placing kisses that drove her wild. Kyra was shocked that she could
feel herself getting wet again so soon after having the best orgasm of her
life. When Royce kissed the sensitive skin right above her mound, her hips
lifted of their own accord and he chuckled, but sadly, moved on.

He
kissed the inside of first one thigh and then the other, the back of one knee
and then the other; his stubble tickled and she giggled in response. Finally,
he lifted her leg so that he could kiss all around her ankle. She had never
imagined her ankle as an erogenous zone, but with Royce,
everything
was
an erogenous zone. He placed the anklet around her ankle and made the bells
tinkle with their special song. Kissing his way back up her body made her feel
the flush of arousal and the joy of love. When he reached her lips, he kissed
her long and deep, speaking directly into her mind,
“Every time a bell
rings…”