Saved By Her Dragon (32 page)

All
thought fled from his mind when her lips closed around his cock and
she sucked as much of his considerable length into her mouth as she
could fit. He had been so lost to their combined thoughts, he had
once again missed her movement. With slow precision that threatened
all his years of hard fought patience, Anya worked him in and out
of her mouth, her tongue massaging the pulsing vein that ran from
base to tip.

His head
fell back, his eyes slid shut, and his body shook with the sheer
power it took to restrain himself from lifting her off the floor,
throwing her on the bed, and burying himself deep inside her. The
pleasure she gave him threatened his very sanity.

“I can’t hold on much longer,
mo
ghra’
. You are killing me,”
he sent directly in her mind.

Her answering chuckle was maddening and incredibly
sexy,
“I have faith you’ll hold on, Dragon
Man.”

Any
response he might have had was driven from his mind when she pulled
her head back until only his mushroom head lay in the confines of
her miraculous mouth. The tip of her tongue dipped into the slit at
the very tip causing his cock to jump and the muscles in his thighs
to shake. She continued her exploration, licking all around the
ridge while her hands closed around his balls and massaged. Her
nails scratched against his ass adding a whole new dimension to the
web of love and seduction she wove.

In one
swift motion Anya sucked him deep into her mouth, the tip of his
cock touching the back of her throat. She hollowed her cheeks and
swallowed while her hands worked the base of his shaft. He fell
back, his arms keeping him semi-upright as his balls drew up tight
and he released into her mouth, his shout echoing throughout the
entire dwelling.

As he
floated down from the best orgasm of his life, Anya’s thoughts of
undying love and complete adoration filled his heart and mind while
she continued to work him across her sweet lips. Needing to feel
her skin against his more than anything he reached forward, pulling
his already hardening cock from her mouth and slid his hands under
her arms.

Anya
resisted, and almost quicker than his eyes could track, and with a
strength he could only attribute to their incredible love, pushed
him onto his back. Devon watched, totally captivated as she climbed
over his body with the grace of a jungle cat. Her heavy breasts
swung side to side, hypnotizing him with their movement, her hips
following in the same seductive dance. As she came closer he saw
the evidence of her desire wetting her thighs and moved to roll
them over so that he could ravish his mate to his heart’s
content.

Her
hands on his chest and the look in her eyes stilled his movements.
Anya licked her lips, her tongue wetting a trail across the top and
then the bottom. Unable to look anywhere but her mouth that had
just given him untold pleasure he moaned in total bliss when she
straddled his waist, his straining cock fitting perfectly between
the cheeks of her beautiful bottom. With her eyes locked on his,
she rocked her hips back and forth slowly, lifting ever so
slightly, dragging his erection through her juices.

Devon
growled low in his throat, fisted the comforter under his body and
pulled. The sound of fabric tearing reached his ears at the same
time Anya lifted up on her knees and gripped his cock, positioning
it at her opening. As she slowly sank down her walls quickly
adjusted to his girth, fitting around him like a glove, and they
sighed in unison, the sound one of complete bliss. Their first
joining as dragon shifter and mate was a thing of ultimate joy and
untold beauty. Never had two people fit more perfectly
together.

He
resisted the urge to move, feeling through their connection how
important it was to her to control their first coupling as what she
called, man and wife. Her feminine walls contracted around him
making rational thought damn near impossible.

“You’re going to kill me,
mo
ghra’,
” he rumbled, wheezing with the
effort to find enough air.

“Can you
think of a better way to go?” she chuckled and he was glad to hear
she was as breathless as he.

Finally,
just as Devon was sure he would lose his mind, Anya lifted,
tightening around him as she raised high enough he feared falling
from her tight, warm sex. But just before that happened, she
descended, rolling her hips when she touched down. She started a
rhythm, rising and falling, tightening and rolling, driving Devon
and his dragon nearly insane.

His
hands cupped her breasts, feeling the pebble of her hardened nipple
against his palm as he squeezed her silky skin. The sight of his
mate riding him with such wild abandon brought the beast to the
forefront, the dragon would no longer be denied. Grabbing her
waist, he rolled them until Anya’s gorgeous green eyes were looking
up at him. Her legs automatically tightened around him, her hands
grabbing his shoulders for purchase as he began thrusting into
her.

His
control completely shattered as she met him thrust for thrust, the
sounds of their flesh slapping against one another mixed with their
harsh breaths filling the room. They worked each other roughly. Had
he not been able to hear her thoughts Devon would have feared
hurting her, but Anya was just as lost to their passion as he,
enjoying all they were together. The faster they moved, the louder
she moaned. Her hands slipped from his shoulders and he felt the
bite of her nails as they slid down his back. His dragon roared and
the man arched his back, thrilled he had driven her to such
heights.

Her
pussy contracted tighter and tighter around him as his cock swelled
and his balls again grew tight. They were both so very close that
he would do whatever possible to see them release together.
Reaching between their bodies, he rubbed his thumb against her
clit. Anya’s nails bit deeper into his back, she bowed up until
only the weight of his body kept her from coming off the bed and
shouted in an unknown language. She was frantic beneath him as he
slammed into her, bumping her cervix on every thrust.

“Look at me, Anya,”
Devon sent
directly into her mind as he lightly pinched her swollen nub
between his thumb and forefinger. Anya eyes snapped to his and
together they bellowed their release to the Heavens. Her pussy
contracted around him, holding him tight, milking him of his last
drop. When she began to relax he moved slowly in and out of her,
wringing the last of her orgasm from deep within. He smiled as she
shivered from his semi-erect cock rubbing against her sensitive
walls.

Her eyes
began to clear, a satisfied sparkle replacing the clouds of
euphoria. His heart clenched in his chest and his dragon purred
when she stretched beneath him, the lazy grin of contentment once
again gracing her lips. Unwilling to leave the haven of his mate he
rolled to his side taking her with him, until their heads rested
comfortably on the pillows at the head of the bed.

Bits of
torn fabric and down floated about as he positioned their bodies,
causing Anya to giggle, “You ripped the comforter.”

“And I’d
do it again and again,” he answered, taking her mouth with his
while he reached under her pillow to retrieve the light grey,
velvet drawstring bag he had placed there before the
ceremony.

He
pulled up and chuckled as her mouth followed his, trying to prolong
their kiss. “Just one second, my love, I have a present for
you.”

Anya
looked between them at the velvet bag and then back to his eyes
before furrowing her brow and pouting. “But I don’t have anything
for you.”

Devon pulled her close until he could feel her breath on his
cheek and whispered, “I have everything I’ll ever want or need,
right here…
in you
.”

Tears
filled her eyes, but he knew from her thoughts they were what the
other women had called happy tears. Scooting into a sitting
position, he lifted Anya and set her across his thighs before
handing her his gift.

She gently tipped the bag and Devon watched as the exquisite
necklace Emma had created slipped into her hand. Her lips formed a
perfect ‘O’ as she gasped in surprise and pleasure. “Oh my…Devon…
This is beautiful. Is it made of
your
scale?”

“Yes, mo
ghra’ it is. Emma designed it for our mating day. It is a one of a
kind work of art…just like you.” The same happy tears he had seen
fill her eyes just a moment ago, wet her cheeks as she threw her
arms around him.

When she
sat back, Devon took the necklace from her grasp and secured the
gold chain around her neck. The tiny bell tinkled as she moved. “I
love that sound,” she crooned.

“Do you
know what it means when a bell rings?”

She
tipped her head and thought for a moment before answering,
“No.”

The
bared column of her neck caught and held his attention as he spoke.
“Every time,”…he kissed below her ear. “A dragon,”…he kissed her
mating mark. “Kisses his mate,”…he kissed her jaw. “A bell
rings.”…He kissed the apple of her cheek. With the tip of his index
finger under her chin, he turned her head until their noses all but
touched and breathed, “And this little bell is gonna earn his
keep,” just before capturing her lips.

“I love you, Devon,”
whispered across
his mind.

“And I love you, Anya Walsh, with all that I am and all I
will ever be.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Anya
awoke suddenly, an excruciating pain radiating from deep within her
core, shooting throughout her body and robbing her lungs of air. It
felt like she was burning from the inside out. The mark on her
wrist throbbed, and with every pulse new pain radiated up her arm.
Every movement forced a whimper from her lips; even the sheet on
her body seemed heavy. Not wanting to disturb Devon she slowly sat
up, letting her legs that felt too heavy to lift fall over the side
of the bed before she tried to stand. Her legs shook violently with
every step, forcing her grab the bedpost to keep from
falling.

Panting
like she had just run a marathon, Anya pushed off and stumbled to
the chair as black spots filled her vision. A cold sweat broke out
all over her body, her teeth chattered as she shook uncontrollably,
caught between the chill of her skin and the fire burning just
under the surface. Bending forward, she let her head fall between
her knees and gulped air like a fish out of water, sure she was
about to faint.

Attempting a deep breath, she sat back as an especially
horrible wave of pain slightly receded and waited for her vision to
clear. Flashes of light burst between the black spots whether her
eyes were open or shut, and visions of things she had never before
seen appeared as memories in her mind. Gathering her strength, Anya
stood once again, painstakingly making her way to the
bathroom.

She
leaned heavily on the basin, letting the water run until she was
sure it was cold. Some of the water she aimed for her face hit its
mark, but much of it covered her chest and arms and wet the floor
beneath her feet. Another wave of pain began building in the pit of
her stomach, promising to be far worse than the last. Leaning on
the sink she pushed to stand, a glow reflected in the mirror shown
in her peripheral vision snapping her attention to the
reflection.

Her hair
hung in dripping, matted strands around her face, her normally
light olive skin so pale it appeared translucent, and her lips an
almost blood red. She looked alien, but it was her eyes that scared
her the most. They glowed so bright, they lit the darkness where
she had forgotten to turn on a light and when she moved closer to
the mirror, she could see flashes of something deep within,
changing the shape of her pupil. The longer she looked the faster
it flashed, making it impossible for her to give the form she saw a
name.

Fearing
she was possessed or suffering some horrible side effect of the
magic Andrew had subjected her to, even entertaining the comment
made by Kyra’s Aunt about her sanity, Anya turned as quickly as she
could and attempted to call for Devon. No sound came from her
throat, only the strangled whisper of a wounded animal. As she took
a breath to try again, the ball of fire she had felt building burst
forth, blanketing her inside with molten lava and driving her to
her knees.

She
screamed within her mind, praying Devon would hear her distress and
come to the rescue, but her calls only echoed within her own mind
and mixed with the roar of a static she had never before
experienced. The pain seemed to be never ending, wave upon wave
building until she actually prayed for death. Then, as if a switch
had been flipped, it disappeared. She lay on the floor between the
bathroom and the bedroom, curled in a fetal position, panting like
a dog, quaking uncontrollably.

It took
several moments, but finally she rose to her knees, used the door
for support, and stood once again on shaky legs. Taking a few deep
breaths, praying that whatever had decided to attack her had moved
on, she took first one step and then another, until she made it out
of the room and stood at the top of the steps. She gripped the
wooden railing, and taking one step at a time, made her way the
bottom of stairs, her butt making contact with the bottom step as
the waning strength in her legs gave out. If her mouth were not so
dry that her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, and had her
throat not burned from thirst, she would’ve crawled to the couch
and tried to sleep off the effects of whatever had just occurred.
But thirst won out and she found herself once again summoning her
strength and struggling to stand.