Daughter Of The Dragon Princess(23)

"So you hand me over and your people get to go home."

"In theory, though I doubt you'd be so pliable to Vortigen's plans."

"Too fucking right I wouldn't," she said. "Just how do you kill a dragon?"

He chuckled. "I don't think I'll tell you just yet." He was deep in  thought for a moment. "I also know that there's something between us,  however much we deny it." He stroked the smooth line of her cheek with  one long finger, and fire licked through her from his touch. "The  thought of Vortigen lying with you and planting his seed within you  makes me want to release my dragon and set the world aflame. I can't  give you to him because you're already mine. As I am yours."

A wave of rightness washed through her at his words. He leaned toward  her. Lily made no move to evade his mouth. At first, it was a gentle  assault on her senses, his lips moving slowly but surely against hers,  so the embers that smoldered deep within flickered to life. His tongue  pushed into her mouth and those embers burst into flame. She was melting  inside and hot, wet heat welled up between her thighs.

Mal dragged her against him, deepening the kiss. The hard length of his  body pressed against hers, the scorching heat of his erection nudged the  soft flesh of her belly, and she surged up against it. He laid her  against the cushions, his golden eyes gleaming with glints of ruby.  Fires burned in their depths, and she longed to lose herself in the heat  and flames. She reached up with an unsteady hand and stroked the line  of his jaw, brushed the sensitive pad of her thumb against his lips,  then pulled him down for her kiss. In all her life, she had never wanted  a man. Now she craved this one. Man or dragon, it didn't matter.

As he kissed her fiercely, his hands moved between them, tearing the  buttons of her shirt. He spread it open, baring her breasts for the  gentle assault of his hands, stroking the firm flesh, his fingers  teasing her sensitized nipples until she moaned in frustration and  reared up against him. His mouth left hers and his dark head lowered  against her breasts. The lick of his tongue burned against her nipple,  and then he took it in his mouth and suckled. Lily whimpered-she was  about to explode, and little flecks of fire sparked from her fingertips  where she held the smooth satin skin of his powerful shoulders. He went  still against her. Raising his head, he smiled ruefully. "Try not to set  the place on fire. Wait until we're in Ankesh, then we can let the  whole world blaze around us and come out afterwards renewed. Here we'll  just burn the house down. We might survive, but think of poor Cole."

"I don't know how to stop it." She almost sobbed the words.

"I can lend you control, but you'll have to open yourself to me. I'll see into your mind and you into mine."

"How?"

"What do you see when you look into my eyes?"

"Fires," Lily murmured.

The door of his mind swung open and she sensed him with all her being. Then his mind slipped into her own, and she welcomed him.

He bent down over her again, his mouth opening over her breast so she  could feel his hot breath singe her. He took one nipple in his mouth and  bit down, tugging on the sensitive peak until Lily writhed beneath him.

She stroked down the length of his back, pulling his shirt from his  pants and running her hand beneath it, feeling the hot silky skin. She  tried to reach the buttons and couldn't.

"Take it off," she muttered in frustration.

He paused then came up on his knees above her. He ripped open the shirt  and shrugged out of it, tossing it on the floor. Lily stared at the  dragon over his heart; the creature rose and fell as though with a life  of its own. She let her gaze drop; he was lean, each rib clear beneath  his skin. His chest was smooth, but his belly had a light covering of  dark hair over hard ridges of muscle. She ran her fingers through the  silky hair, scraping her nails over the taut skin, and he gasped. She  lowered her gaze further to where she could see the line of his erection  pushing against his fly. As she rubbed her hand against the steely  hardness, his head went back, and he groaned. She worked the button open  with trembling fingers, then started to slide down the zipper. He  placed his hand over hers and stilled her downward motion.         

     



 

"I thought I was in charge here?" he murmured.

"Where did you get that idea?"

He smiled and glanced down to where his hand covered hers. He released it. "Go ahead. I'm all yours."

Lily's heart leapt. He was hers, to do with as she liked. She finished  lowering the zipper, then tugged at his pants, pulling them down over  the lean jut of his hipbones. They caught briefly on his erection and  she reached up with her other hand to free him. He sighed and closed his  eyes, his head going back. She could feel him jerk under her hand and  then he was free. She lowered her eyes and gasped, her gaze flashing  back to his face.

"Mal," she breathed, "it's … "

He opened his eyes as she spoke and grinned. "Magnificent?"

"I was just going to say ‘huge,' but if you prefer; it's magnificent."

It twitched and jerked under her eyes as though with a life of its own.

"For god sake, Lily, touch me."

She circled him with her hand. He was red hot. She could feel his desire  through the link between them, and it tightened things low down in her  body. Her nostrils filled with the exotic mix of male musk and smoke  rising from him, feeding her desire. She stroked the rock-hard length of  his cock and he shuddered beneath her touch. She flicked her fingers  over the flaring head, ran her nail over the eye …

"Enough," he muttered, placing his hand over hers again.

He rose to his feet, pulled off his pants, and stood before her naked,  aroused and definitely magnificent, his thick, powerful shaft reaching  upward. He tore off the band holding his hair and stood before her,  untamed and pagan with his long hair falling to his shoulders and the  golden torc around his arm.

"Take off your clothes."

A thrill of excitement ran through her at the order, and she shrugged  out of the shirt, tossing it on top of Mal's clothes, loving the feel of  his eyes on her bare flesh. Then she reached down and unbuttoned the  fly of her jeans. She was naked beneath, and soaking wet. His nostrils  flared as though he could smell her desire, as she pulled the jeans over  her hips and down her long legs to lie before him naked.

He dropped to his knees beside her and laid his head against her  stomach. The heat of his breath against her skin whispered through the  soft curls at the base of her belly. Lily threaded her fingers through  his hair to hold him to her. After a moment, he kissed her stomach, and  then raised his head.

"You are all I ever dreamed of. In all my life, I've never seen anything  so perfect. This is why we left our homeland. This is what the dragons  of long ago saw with our magic and wanted for ourselves."

He traced her collarbone with a finger, caressed the smooth swell of her  breasts, teasing her almost painfully distended nipple, down across the  flat plain of her stomach and into the curls. Her thighs parted and she  lay open to him. Lily held her breath as his finger moved lower, to  slide across the damp sensitive flesh between her thighs. She arched up  off the cushions as he touched her for the first time, tensing as his  finger glided over her clitoris and then pushed inside her.

"Relax," he crooned. His finger stilled and her eyes flicked open and  stared straight into his, now more red than gold. He leaned over her and  kissed one stiff, pink nipple, drawing it into his mouth and nipping  with his sharp teeth. At the same time, he flexed the finger inside her  and she writhed against his hand, moaning with delight.

"You're so tight, but hot and wet. Next time we'll take longer; now I have to be inside you. I need to mark you as mine."

He withdrew his finger and stood up, then knelt between her open thighs.  A brief flash of panic hit her as his shaft nudged at the opening of  her body. Then, with one smooth lunge, he filled her. There was a  stretching and a burning; an all-consuming desire that raged to life  within her. He glanced into her face, holding her with his blood-red  gaze.

"Okay?"

She nodded, it was far better than her dreams. Writhing beneath him, she  wrapped her long legs around his waist, and pulled him closer as though  they could become one. He started to move, withdrawing only to slide  back into her. She was on fire. Each slow, sensuous grind of his hips  rubbed against her sensitive flesh. The feeling of such restrained power  over her, in her, was driving her wild, until she was sure the fires  that burned so hot would consume her. She was losing control again  beneath the steady strokes of his relentless body.

"Mal," she gasped as she thought she could take no more.

"Look at me," he ordered.

She opened her eyes and gazed into his, now so close to her own. His  face was taut, savage, and his eyes were pools of fire. She lost herself  in them and they drew her into the fires beyond. They were both flying;  huge iridescent wings swept her up and up and then dived into a sea of  flames. She exploded in a fireball of pure pleasure, feeling Mal's  release at the same moment, so they blazed together.