Waterfall (Dragon's Fate) (6 page)

This was no dream.

Naked and dripping with water, Jordan’s weight pinned her to the back of the tub. His shoulders and long hair caged her view as his mouth latched on to and sucked her neck. My stars, it was as if her flesh was what he craved most in the world.

But, how did he get here? In her tub in the small room just off the bedchamber where, in all probability, her husband now dozed?

Pain seared through her neck as Jordan’s teeth released her flesh. Pleasure and hazy warmth slid in a rush from her neck through her limbs. Her muscles relaxed, and her mouth pooled with moisture. She let out a heavy breath. This was not exactly what she had thought intimacy between a man and woman was like, but this was pleasurable. More than pleasurable. While what Hudson had shown her minutes before was not.

She stared at Jordan’s neck and his muscles flexing beneath the skin. She wanted to bite him too. To taste the salty tang of his skin against her tongue just as he now fluttered his tongue on her. Gracious, she’d gone daft. This was so uncharacteristic of her. She would go to the devil in this moment, and she didn’t care. Her jaw jittered with need. The urge was too much.
Simply do it.
Her lips connected with the hard muscles of his shoulder. She licked the sheen of his skin as her hands fluttered and grabbed at his sides.

Oh. Gracious.

Saltiness touched her taste buds, and she closed her teeth on his muscled shoulder. He tasted good.

She needed more.

Her cheeks swelled with pressure, and she bit harder. The hard muscle gave way to a soft, warm, sweet tang that slipped down her tongue. She swallowed and swallowed the taste of him. Pleasure scored her abdomen and quivered the flesh of her womb. The pressure in her cheeks released, and her mouth burned with pleasure and unwanted pain.

She squirmed, and her sex panged with hunger to be filled by him, but she could not. She would not. Gracious, she had just opened herself to Hudson moments before.

Her legs spread about Jordan’s hips.

Lord…she never… She was unable to control her body’s response to him. Did she want to? No.

She arched farther, sliding her bottom toward him. Simply one touch…right there… She rocked her hips.

His penis pressed to her swollen, aching skin. Oh indeed. There. Her mouth dropped open, and she held back a groan.

His hips pushed against her thighs, and the round tip of his sex slid up onto her mound. “You want this? I need to hear the words.”

Her flesh throbbed, demanding for him to be inside her. To ease the tension that bound her to irrational thought. A ripple of pleasure mixed with frustration trembled through her body, and she bit him again, harder. Her lungs locked. She was unable to breathe. Oh… Someone save her.

“Say it,” he grunted.

Her need was so wrong. Yet she could not stop herself from wanting him to touch her breasts, stomach, and oh indeed, the spot between her legs. She released her hold on his neck and stared up at him. His eyes rippled like the sea once more. She shivered. “I need…this,” slipped from her lips.

Jordan stilled. “Damn. I know.”

Her hand gripped his bare bottom and clenched. Round, hard muscles barely budged beneath her touch. Her legs trembled about his hips. He was delightful, and as scary as anything she had ever seen.

This was passion.

She bit her lip and pulled her hips back. His phallus shifted down between her thighs. Her flesh throbbed for him. She squirmed, arching her hips toward him. “Please.” Good Lord! Now she begged for him. Heat blazed to her cheeks.

He sat back. His thick member stood straight out from him, just above the water’s surface, and continued to grow.

She tilted her head to the side and away from his blue stare. Her earlobes burned. Lord, she was scandalously wanton too. And this was all her. No voice in her head.

A scratching came from the other side of the bedroom door. She turned her head toward the sound. What was that?

Hudson? The hairs on her neck stood.

What was she doing?

She stared back at Jordan. A ring of blue glowed about his elbows, and blood trickled down his shoulder and across his chest. Oh! She had actually hurt him. She trailed her finger up the red path to the spot on his neck, then down to the blue bands about his elbows. Rough scales met her touch. My stars, what had happened to him?

His beautiful blue eyes sparkled, and within the depths of his eyes, a vision of him and Celeste joined up against the wall flashed.

She tore her gaze from his. She needed to use her head, not her wanton desires. This was wrong, and wanting him so desperately defied the vows she had taken with another. “I am Hudson’s. No matter how correct this feels—I cannot.” She had, after all, given herself to Hudson willingly.

His eyebrows rose. “Pardon?” His mouth tightened to a straight line.

“I—” She pushed herself up and stood, shaking. The water drizzled down her as if his hands trailed her body, each line leaving a glowing golden trail on her skin. She writhed against the sensations, grasped her robe and shoved her arms into the sleeves. Her hands quivered as she found the ties and then leapt from the tub.

“You are mine. You know it.” He smirked at her and stood.

She closed her eyes. Her body thought so, and the image of him smiling like that was too much for her mind to overthrow. Her stomach flipped. Behind her lids flashed the memory of his wet hair dangling down into his face, his broad, muscled shoulders, and oh, those eyes. But those blue scales?

She spun away from him and opened her eyes.
Look at anything but him.
“Well, my mind does not. No matter how…” Her body lit with heat.
No matter how your touch feels.

He chuckled.

Or how your voice makes my…

“It will be damn good.” The water swirled behind her.

She spun about and stared at the door. “Hudson could be behind this door, and to be frank, I simply don’t want this. Not like this.” Her voice lowered on the last three words.

“Not like this?” He strode to her, water streaking down his muscled body. “Then how?”

She backed up until her bottom hit the wall behind her. He pushed his body against hers. His phallus lodged between her legs and rubbed against her oversensitive flesh.

She moaned, deep and primal, in her throat. Her body did want this. Him. And, save her, more.

“Let this happen. It needs to. We will figure out the rest.” His fingers pushed her hair away from her shoulder and brushed the mark on her neck. He stared unwavering into her eyes.

She couldn’t believe the words she was about to speak. “All right, I want this. Indeed I do.”

“What is she doing?”

Hudson sniffed at the crack beside the door in a way that made him less than human. She was not alone. That much was for certain. Unable to control the urge, he scratched at the door with his polished fingernails.

“I don’t wish to spy on them, Your Grace.”
The deep male voice came from over his shoulder or somewhere in his mind. He was uncertain. He spun around. Nothing but shadows swayed in his head. He pressed his fingertips to his temple, shuddered, and spun back to the door.

“You serve without fail for me.” His voice puffed out, deep, dark and desperate to his own ears. He was the Duke of Hudson. He should never be desperate!

The coldness in his voice pulled at his mind in a way he’d never imagined when he’d taken on this task of marriage. Or was it the strange wine and ritual that caused this? Was a promise of abilities and eternity worth this? Damn, he scratched at the door like a dog! Not like the magical creature he was promised to be.

Hudson had grown more powerful since he’d given his blood away and drunk from the gold goblet, that was for certain, but something darker than he thought possible pulled at him. He wanted what Madoc and his brothers took for granted.

Knowledge beyond what any human could imagine. To perfect oneself over the decades. To be immortal and to make others so too. He would never lose another person he loved. No mortal illness would touch him or his family again. There had to be a way to achieve his goal. There had to be something more than this base, primal urge to destroy those he wished to become a part of.

“I do not have the time or patience for this.” Hudson’s cheek twitched. “Either you watch her no matter what she does and report back to me or…” Cold, invisible fingers wrapped about his throat and thrust his chin higher. The dark presence seeped deeper into his soul. He clenched his teeth.

“Do what I say, or your usefulness has ended.”
The dark voice echoed in his mind.

He reached his hand out toward the bath doorknob without glancing back into the room. He would take her.

“No, Your Grace. I will do as requested.”
A bird flapped its wings and flew up to the small oval window that separated his wife’s dressing chamber from her bedchamber.

Hudson spun about to find that the room remained empty and the same shadows captured his mind. He turned back and stared at the bird. Where had that come from? He dropped to his knees and ran his hands through his hair. He went mad, worse than mad. He had unraveled everything his family had worked so hard to achieve.

Laura…

Tears pricked his eyes and disappeared. He gritted his teeth. Had his goal taken his grief for his true love from him? The urge to conquer this otherworldly desire gripped him, then shattered.

He had to take the Zir on face-to-face and learn by force how to become one of their kind. But he couldn’t; he had made a deal—and as powerful as he was, he was still human, for now. No match in a challenge with a creature from the dawn of time.

Jordan’s beauty flinched, and a nervous giggle floated past her delicate lips. He stared down at her. “I have not had the pleasure of your Christian name.”

“Celeste.”

He ran a finger down her cheek. “
Caelestis
. Heavenly, divine. Your name suits you.”

Celeste shifted against him, spreading her legs slightly. The heat of her opening cupped the head of his cock.

His mind fogged, and the pulse of her dripped in a steady stream down onto his shaft, attempting to capture his mind. He groaned. Who was he trying to fool? She had captured his soul.

“Oh.” She bit her lip and closed her eyes.

He slipped his fingers to her wrist—the same one from which he had taken the bracelet, his death treasure—and raised it up above her head. Her body elongated before him, and she wrapped her legs up and about his hips.

“Celeste,” he breathed out through clenched teeth. He flexed his hips, and the tip of his cock pressed against her opening, stretching her flesh.

She squeezed her eyes shut and tossed her head to the left. His bite mark on her neck glowed golden.

He leaned in and licked the puncture. “I have waited a long time for you.”

Her entire body arched into him, and she cried out, the flesh of her womb pulsing with a release of wetness. That was unexpected.

She wanted him to claim her even when her mind swirled with what this all meant. He wanted to savor her, no matter how rushed the evening was, but slow would wait. There was no time, and their need to join was destined in the stars. He would take her now without restraint.

She gazed at him though lust-heavy eyes that begged him to join with her and create their pleasure.

He thrust forward. Her tight, wet flesh stretched and encased his hardness.

She cried out behind clenched lips. Her body shook against his.

He moved his hips forward and back. With each stroke into her, his humanity cascaded away. He growled and bit her salty flesh, dragging his teeth along her neck and shoulder, tasting her sweet blood.

He grabbed at her hips and demanded her body to mold to their pleasure. She was designed for him. He would take her any way he wished. Reaching up, he dragged her wrists farther up the wall and anchored her with one hand.

As she stretched before him, her sheath about his thickness clenched, grasping his crown. Tingling waves rippled into his sac. His hips rocked faster. The sloppy sound of his thrusts into her hot core shot pin-like prickles straight to the arches of his feet.

He growled again and captured her lips, nipping and licking. He wanted to prolong this sensation. It overwhelmed him.

Her tongue thrust into his mouth, and he slitted his eyes open. She stared straight back, desire, longing and purpose binding them solid. All was meant to be.

His sac contracted with haste, spurting his essence into her wetness. His body jerked, and he held back a cry of pleasure that would have woken the house.

Shaken to his soul, he untwined his fingers, and her hands fell to flutter on his back as he leaned into her. He couldn’t catch his breath. His cock still stood hard inside her. His essence marked her by more than a supernatural bite and blood. A new generation would grow with them. His throat tightened on emotions he fought to hold down. He leaned back.

“Celeste… I… Are you well?”

She stared up at him and then turned her head to look at the door. Her eyes widened, and she quickly concealed her face against his shoulder.