Page 17 of Tempting Her Dragons (Embracing The Bond #10)

Chapter Seventeen

Saphira

I should know better than to tempt a beast. It doesn’t take long for him to catch me. His arm bands around my waist, and I’m lifted in the air and pulled back. I hit his chest and get distracted by his warm skin against mine.

“Got you,” he whispers in my ear. Yes, yes, he does.

“Not fair. You are stronger,” I complain out of principle.

“You knew that before you decided to run,” he points out.

“You should have given me a head start,” I say.

“Okay,” he says and drops his arms. I miss his embrace. “I’ll count to five.” I look over my shoulder. “One,” he starts, and I bolt around him in the other direction.

It’s quite embarrassing how quickly he catches me after number five, but the emotion fades away when he holds me. This goes on nine more times, and once he is pressed to my front after the tenth time, I’m laughing hysterically.

When I collect myself and my laughter subsides, I find myself cornered against the low rocks of the waterfall, and his humor disappears.

“King,” I whisper, and my fingers contract against his chest.

“I don’t want to play anymore,” he says gravely.

“No?” I ask faintly.

“If you aren’t ready,” he rasps. “We will go back to the blanket, get dressed, and lay in the sun.” He steps closer and dips his head. “If you are.” He takes a breath. “I’m going to fuck you. We won’t complete the bond without your permission and the three of us in the room. I want to feel you wrapped around me so fucking bad.” He leans back. “What do you want, Firefly?”

His hands slide up and down my sides. “I want you inside me,” I say firmly. He is meant to be mine, and my blood is boiling with need. “Kingston, please fuck me,” I whisper, and his eyes flare. I expect him to take quickly, but he stays still. We stare into each other’s eyes.

Seconds pass as I wait in anticipation.

Finally, his hands caress down, flirting with the ties on my hips. His fingers trace underneath, around, and over the fabric until I’m panting and impatient. I gasp at his sudden yank, and they untie. He bunches the bottoms in the front, his knuckles grazing my pussy, and pulls. My chest heaves and he throws the bottoms to the rocks behind me.

“What is your word?” He sucks my shoulder.

“Collar,” I groan, shrugging, chasing his mouth as he removes it.

“Say it if you have any reservations,” he commands.

“I will.” I appreciate the reminder.

“If I’m too rough, say it,” he continues.

“Yes, King,” I say.

“I want you to come on my fingers before my cock,” he says. “Put your hands on the rock behind you,” he demands.

I like touching him, but I don’t argue. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper and move my hands, cupping the rock at my sides.

“Good,” he rumbles. I look down my nose as he barely grazes his fingers from my neck, between my breasts, and circles one covered nipple and then the other. “You’re so soft.” He continues down my stomach, under the water, and traces my belly button. I tremble. “Do you know how hard it is to sleep next to you and not take you?” He doesn’t expect an answer. “I’ve wanted inside this pussy since I smelled you.” He thrusts his fingers in me, and I throw my head back.

“Yes,” I gasp and move.

“Fuck, Firefly.” His other hand covers mine. “So warm. Burn me with your fire.” He adds a finger, and I squeeze my eyes closed. “You are perfect.” The water splashes around us as I move my hips.

“Please,” I beg. The pressure is already building, my stomach tightening.

“Open your eyes,” he growls. I do, and the ache intensifies because of the desire on his face. “Keep them on mine.”

“Yes, Sir,” I groan. His fingers are warm, and his dragon is causing his skin to heat, bringing me more pleasure.

“You need to get there,” he says, gritting his teeth. “I need to fuck you.” His thumb swirls against my clit, and my mouth opens. “Fuck, yeah.” He does it again, and I want to close my eyes at the feeling of bliss.

“Shit.” My toes dig into the sand. “King.”

“Do you want my cock?” he asks, his fingers thrusting fast.

“Yes.” My ass hits the rock from the force of our movement.

“Then you need to come,” he rasps. His free hand moves and he roughly jerks my top to the side to uncover my breast. He licks my nipple, and it sends me over. “Yes,” he hisses. “Good girl, suck my fingers.” Waves of euphoria rush over me.

“King, Sir,” I cry, the movement of my hips out of my control. His thumb strokes fast over my clit, wringing every ounce of pleasure from the orgasm. The breath rushes in and out of my lungs as he slows, and my body stops all movement.

“Beautiful,” he says softly, cupping the side of my face.

“King,” I whimper, sated yet ready to be one with him.

“Ready, Firefly?” he asks.

“Yes.” He wraps one arm low around me.

“Legs around my waist,” he demands and lifts me. I hiss at the first touch of his cock brushing against me. “Lock your ankles.” His jaw ticks when I do. “Hold the fuck on.” I cup his neck and lace my fingers. He fills me with one thrust. “Fuck,” he growls and stills.

“King,” I gasp. I don’t have much experience with male anatomy, but I don’t think his size is normal. The stretch is extreme but feels right.

“You good?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“Yes, Sir,” I assure him. It’s taking some adjustment, but I need him to move.

“You’re soft inside, too,” he says, kissing me. “You feel like mine.” He grips my thigh. “Are you mine, Firefly?”

“Yes, King. Sir, I’m yours,” I promise. I try to move, but he holds me immobile. “King,” I growl.

“It’s going to be fast,” he warns. “You feel too fucking good to go slow.”

“Please.” I lower my head and suck the skin on his neck. “Please,” I repeat.

“Shit.” Time stands still, and when it resumes, he pulls almost all the way out and slams back inside. Over and over. Faster and faster.

“Yes.” My nails dig into his neck when I pull, guiding his mouth to my breasts.

He licks my nipple, and I scrape down his chest as he bends me further over the rock. “You want your tits sucked,” he says and uses his teeth to move the other side of my bikini top out of the way.

“Please, King.” His hips don’t stop as he sucks hard, pulling my nipple inside his hot mouth. The bond expands, binding me to him. Steam rises from the water, our dragons connecting, heating. He belongs inside me, with me forever. Our hearts pound, syncing with every second together. My dragon pushes at my skin, wanting the bond to be complete. She shows herself, my eyes changing, our colors blending. He releases my nipple, and our eyes connect. His dragon is impatient, too.

“He wants your brand just as much as the man does,” King says. “He can wait.” He bites my lip. “I can, too.” He sucks my upper lip. He surges deep, pauses, and strokes out. He repeats the rhythm. “I’ll never get enough of this pussy.”

“Jesus,” I gasp as he reaches new depths. “Kingston.”

“I need you to come, Saphira,” he demands. His hand slides to the inside of my thigh, pressing between our bodies, and taps my clit. Again and again. The pressure swirls, gaining speed with each stroke of his cock. “Get there,” he grits out, on the verge of losing his control.

“Yes, Sir,” I cry as the pressure reaches its peak, sending me over the edge. Colors dance in my vision. He never slows and even gains speed while I tumble into bliss.

“Fuck,” he roars, and I feel the heat from his come soaking into the walls of my pussy. I contract around him, sucking him deep.

We collapse on the rock, allowing our breathing to calm and our heartbeats to ease. Slowly, our skin cools, and the ringing in my ears fades. The sounds around us come back into focus. I was wrapped in King, oblivious to the noise of the water and the wind in the trees.

I tip back my head and smile at the blue and beautiful sky. My hair is soaked, and the wind blowing through it makes me shiver.

“Hold tight,” King says gruffly. He wraps both arms around my waist and brings me deep against his chest. As he pulls, his cock slips out but teases my pussy with his touch. I can’t help but feel the heat again.

I lay my arms over his shoulders, twining my fingers together behind his neck. I rest my chin on his shoulder and enjoy being carried back to land. I know I’ll have to stand on my feet, but I don’t want to let him go.

I am surprised when he squats, reaches for a towel, and wraps it around my back. He rubs his palms over the fabric, removing the water from my skin, and I have never felt such peace.

“Until recently, I’ve never thought much about having a mate,” I whisper. “Seeing all my family find their forever mate has sparked the thought of mine. I was not expecting you or Mav.” His hands stop moving. “As a little girl, I had dreams of the white knight, or in my case, the white dragon. I wanted him to be kind, smart, and lay the world at my feet. I pictured jewels and castles. Rolling hills of green grass surrounding it. Have you ever rolled down hills?”

“No. What do you mean?”

“When I was little, Micah would take me to this cabin. There were hills all around us, and I would lay down at the top, hold my arms tight to my sides, and roll all the way to the bottom.” I laugh. “The first few times, Micah and Maddy were terrified that I would hurt myself. They often forgot I had tough skin. After they saw how much fun I had, they tried it.”

“Micah, the deadly vampire, rolled down hills,” he says dryly.

“He did,” I confirm. “Micah did many things to make me smile. Anyway, I wished to always feel the freedom and joy that rolling down a hill caused.”

“And?” He cups my head and pulls back slightly.

My eyes soften as I look in his eyes. “I thought killing abusive men would give me that feeling. It does fulfill me in some ways, but it doesn’t make me feel those emotions.” I swallow and force myself to trust and open myself to my mate. “Being here, with you, playing in the water, and having you inside me, I felt it. I was in tune with my body and yours. I felt free and whole at the same time.”

“Firefly,” he whispers, cupping my cheek.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” I press my hands over his heart. “I honestly didn’t know if I could open up to you when we met. I knew I wanted to. It was perfect. Your care made me feel special.”

“You are special,” he growls. “I want you to always feel it.”

“You and Mav allow me to feel it.” I kiss him gently and then lay my head on my hands. “Our date was perfect.”

“Date, huh?”

“Yes. Even though we are mates, we can still date.”

“Our next date, I’ll take you out.”

“I won’t protest.” I drop my hands and rub my face over his skin. I wish I could stay here forever but I should go to work tonight. I’ve been in a bubble filled with my mates, which is great, but I need to have some normalcy. “I need to go to work.”

“You don’t need to go anywhere,” he replies.

“Seriously.” I sit straight and tug the towel around me. “I’m sure Ryker misses my antics.”

“Will you ask him that?” he laughs.

“You know I will.” He frowns. “You can come if you want.”

“I’m afraid there may be more blood if I do.”

“Ryker loves blood.” Not so much on the floor, but he’ll get over it.

“I know what it feels like to be inside you,” he says, tugging my face close. “Breaking a guy’s arm will be nothing compared to what I will do now if anyone fucks with you.”

Tingles race over my skin. Fuck, I’m getting turned on by the violence he promises.

I’m sweating in my leather pants. King’s gaze is burning me from the inside out.

When we got to the club, he sat at the bar, facing the tables I’m working, his legs spread, his elbows on the bar. No one can miss his constant stare. I doubt anyone will try to hit on me in his presence.

I wave my hand in front of my face. I can usually adjust my body temperature, but the heat is fucking with me.

“Why are you here?” Ryker asks, suddenly beside me, and I jump.

“Shit,” I gasp. I didn’t see him when I arrived. “It’s my job.”

“You should be home with your mates,” he scolds.

“King’s here,” I point out. Mav is joining him soon.

“That is the problem,” he says, glaring toward him. “I don’t want to clean up the mess your mates are going to cause.”

“They won’t,” I deny.

“Fuck, they will.” He leans on the table I was cleaning off. “They can’t help it.” He looks at King again. “How many times do you get hit on here?”

“It’s fine,” I say instead of answering. It would just prove his point.

“Where’s the other one?” he asks.

“He’s coming.”

“Great,” he mumbles.

“Ryker, there won’t be any problems.” I blink, giving him my best innocent expression.

“Uh-huh…” He drops his head back. “Who invited the rabbits?” He looks at me.

“Not me,” I say quickly, looking around his shoulder. Sally, Roxanne, and Mav are moving through the crowd. “You’ll love their mom.”

“I’m sure I will,” he grumbles. “But if she is anything like Sally, there will be trouble.”

“You love Sally. Everyone loves Sally,” I growl, ready to defend my friend.

“Of course I do, but you know she thrives on chaos,” he says.

That’s true. “She’s fun,” I say instead.

“Fun,” he whispers. He glares at the rabbits. “Are you ready for a career change yet?”

“Ryker,” I cry.

“Shit, alright. Be smart. Don’t let the rabbits destroy my club.” He steps away but stops, pointing his finger at me. “Do not let anyone touch you. I don’t want my business burned to ash.” I hold my palms out.

“Don’t worry.” He rolls his eyes and continues through the crowd.

“Fuck, that was a fine vampire,” Roxanne hums, staring at Ryker’s retreating form.

“Baby,” Mav says, kissing the corner of my mouth. He pulls me against him, and I prop my chin against his chest.

“Mav,” I sigh. “I missed you.” I did. I loved spending time with King, but he was missed.

“I missed you, too, baby,” he says.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Sally says to Roxanne. “The eye candy around here is delicious.”

“Maybe I should move here,” Roxanne says.

“We would love it, Mom,” Mav says.

“Yes,” Sally hisses. “This town needs another rabbit.”

“That would be fantastic,” I say, earning a brilliant smile from their mom.

“Thanks, Saphy.” My face heats. I shouldn’t love the nickname she gave me so much. “We should get a drink,” she says to Sally and then turns to me. “Can we take this table?”

“Of course.” I step back and see King leave the bar. “Tell me what you want.” They sit, and I admire King as he saunters over. I don’t miss the looks he gets as he passes a group of women, and I crinkle my nose. Ryker should be more worried about me causing damage.

King kisses my cheek and slides his arm across my waist as he moves around me to sit by Maverick. “Mom. Sally.”

“King, are you drinking?” Sally asks.

“Not tonight,” he says.

“Mav?” I ask.

“No thanks, baby.” I nod, and the ladies launch into their order. They change it no less than five times.

I give my mates a soft look before leaving them. As I walk toward the bar, I look around, making sure my other tables drinks are not empty.

Oh, no.

My eyes lock on a man I thought I would never see again. He’s human, and I thought he was good-looking, but now he pales in comparison to my mates. We went out three times, and at the end of the third, he thought he should get rewarded with sex because he bought my meal. I disagreed. Instead of sex, he got a knee to the balls and an uppercut. He isn’t a fan of mine.

I look away and hurry to the bar. Maybe he didn’t recognize me. Hopefully, he forgot about the woman who swore he would never have children.

I peek over my shoulder. Nope, he remembers. There is a fire in his eyes.

Ryker is going to fire me for sure.