Billionaire Dragon's Mate: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Dragon Romance Nove (11 page)

“I thought you were supposed to be a good girl,” Cillian teased, smirking before kissing her again.

Her tongue mashed against his, reveling in his taste. He spread her legs with one hand, and his fingers caressed her wet folds, so ready for him as she stroked him a few times, hard and fast.

“No. I don’t want to be a good girl anymore, remember?” she bit back, her voice rising as his fingertips flicked over her clit.

“So you want a
bad
dragon to fuck you? Is that what you want? Make you into a filthy girl?” Cillian asked, plunging two fingers into her tight pussy.

She mewled with delight, throwing her head back and leaning against his arm, partially hanging over the side. She knew he wouldn’t let her fall. He’d promised.

“Yessss… Please! Cillian, fuck me!” she begged, hardly recognizing her own voice.

Being around Cable had been fun for about a second, but this man just kept making it harder for her to get him out of her head. And now with his body hers to enjoy, she thought she’d overdose on him completely. He scissored his fingers in her, and she wailed as his thumb rubbed against her clit, spreading her juices and making her see stars.

Each touch sent another burst of heat and lust running through her, winding her so tight she thought she’d explode if he didn’t stop teasing her soon. Her hand still stroked up and down the length of his cock, so hard under her touch. The tip of the head was so delicious, and the way she spread the precum with her finger… She was going to enjoy sucking him off at one point. That was a cock worthy of a blowjob if she’d ever seen one.

She bucked against him as he pulled her closer, fucking her with his fingers a few more times until she was teetering on the edge of insanity. She winced when he pulled his fingers out, but the sense of loss was quickly replaced by anticipation as his thick cock pressed against her opening, slick and waiting. She didn’t worry about being without protection. Shifters were delightfully uncomplicated that way. When it wasn’t time, it just wasn’t time, and all those niggling human problems weren’t a topic at all.

His touch was like fire, and his kisses chased away the cold. All she could sense was how much she wanted him and how he made her body come alive.

“Please,” she begged again, nails raking down his shoulders, crossing over those intricate tattoos of dragons and mythical beasts she couldn’t even name. He growled, that beast in him so close to the surface and looming over her. “Just fuck me before I lose my mind.”

“I like hearing you beg,” he said with a wolfish grin, impossible as always.

But as she was about to protest, he finally forced into her, turning her words into a shattering scream as he plunged deep into her wet, waiting depths. Ruby’s muscles went rigid as he thrust into her with a roar that trembled through her, making her cling to him. Her nails on his back and her head buried into his shoulder, she shook as he pounded into her, filling her so tightly, so perfectly that it was as if they’d been meant for each other.

The pain was blinding for a moment, but quickly gave way to the intense pleasure of being taken just right – hard, fast and almost cruel, but only as much as she could take. He read her like an open book, and she adored him for it. Sweat dappled her skin as she moaned shattering little noises that wafted into the night sky.

“Oh my god,” she mumbled, incoherent words tumbling over her lips as that blessed, unbearable heat roared through her.

His fingertips dug into her hips, rocking her back and forth as he speared her, slamming into her to the base of his cock and then pulling out almost completely, just to do it all over again. Her mouth sought out his for another fevered kiss, never getting enough of him. His teeth nipped at her plush lower lip, close to drawing blood, and she bit back. He growled, his arms flexing and the muscles on his back dancing under her touch.

“Cum for me, Ruby,” he commanded, his voice carrying a deadly sting. She couldn’t have disobeyed him if she wanted to.

Another thrust, and she let go, giving in to the heat that had been threatening to claim her ever since their first kiss. It unraveled her, and she let it take her and control her, toss her how it pleased. Her orgasm was marked by a loud, unabashed scream, her nails raking down his back and leaving little cuts.

Cillian moaned, his strokes getting faster, making her ride that wave until her body couldn’t take any more. She heaved for breath, hanging onto him like he was a life raft, her fingers tugging at his hair. God, he did things to her. No other man had ever made her feel even a fraction of what he had. She’d never felt quite as beautiful, as wanted or as needed as she did when she was with Cillian. And she wanted him too, something that she’d been too nervous to admit to herself before.

Ruby kissed his neck and twirled her tongue around his earlobe and then in his ear, feeling the little shudders it sent crawling through him. He growled again, that primal sound she liked so much, and when he came, his hard, strong body finally relaxed.

With his arms shaking, he pulled Ruby against him in an embrace that was heavy with relief and honest affection that she’d scarcely hoped to feel. She rested her head against his shoulder, content to just be there as Cillian fought through his finish.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, and s
he smiled. He certainly made her feel that way. 

CHAPTER TWELVE

Cillian

Cillian couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The way her wild auburn locks fell over her cheeks and neck as she slept, and how silky her skin felt when he ran his calloused fingertips up and down her elegant back. He had to fight himself to keep from rousing her again and fucking her raw. Granted, he’d done that several times already and the night had been a long one.

After Ruby attacked him on the roof (a violent affair he was glad to be a part of), he’d carried her down to his bedroom and kept her there until neither one of them could keep their eyes open anymore. Cillian grinned at the wicked memories. Fast, slow, hard, soft – everything felt good with her, amazing, even. Better than what he’d thought sex could feel like, and he’d always been a staunch supporter of all things physical.

It just went to show that there was something to the whole ‘finding the right woman’ thing after all.

Who would have thought, Cillian Greenmeadow, the bad boy dragon extraordinaire, a convert to the camp of monogamy. It wasn’t that he expected anything from her – though he had his hopes – as much as it was just the fact that no other woman could possibly ever interest him again after having a taste of his little crown jewel. There weren’t enough words to describe how good her body felt under his, those soft curves a perfect complement to his hard muscles. And the things her mouth could do… His cock hardened at the mere thought of it.

In a few days, he would make her his in earnest. Despite putting on an indifferent face, Cillian was nervous. There were a million things that could still go wrong and ruin their shot at happiness. He leant back on the pillows, one hand softly stroking her hair.

There was something distant about Ruby. Like she kept showing him little pieces of herself, but not really opening up. As if she were still afraid of something. Their kiss on the roof had been the first time he’d seen her truly go for something she wanted – it felt real rather than an act of rebellion.

He looked at her and pursed his lips slightly. There wasn’t a lot of time left to get through to the gorgeous creature. There was no doubt in his mind now that she was his mate, the one he was meant to be with. He wasn’t sure how long he would last if she said no to the marriage, or even worse, would go through with it and then want to part ways later.

Dragons weren’t meant to be without the one they loved. It was a bit ironic how easily heartache could break such a powerful, grand beast, but that was how things were in the dragon world. They either died of a broken heart or went mad with longing – neither a pretty way to go.

But can you even bring her into this life?
Cillian asked himself, raising another topic he had been trying to avoid.

Though he wasn’t hurting for money by human standards, the Greenmeadows certainly weren’t what they used to be in the good old days. Ruby wasn’t the kind of woman who would care, but could he live with the knowledge that he made her live her life with a man who would always be a bit sour, a bit aggravated at his own lack of success?
Or you could do something about it…

Cillian shook his head, reluctantly sliding out from under the covers. He found a pair of boxers and pulled them on. He stepped closer to one of the big windows in his living room and cracked it open to let the air in. Leaning against the frame, he looked out at the mountains towering all around Emerald Ridge. Like always, his nose crinkled a little as he inhaled.

The sweet scent of gold filled his lungs. He knew, just as his forefathers had known before him, that the gold was there, in those mountains. But the easy spots had dried up a long time ago, bringing along the decline of Emerald Court. What had once been a sprawling town of goldsmiths, was now little more than a ghost town with just a few families sticking around. And it was the dragons’ fault. That much he knew.

Like all dragons, Greenmeadows knew where there was gold. In fact, they were even better at it than most. Like truffle dogs with delicious morsels, Greenmeadows knew exactly where wealth hid. The problem was, they weren’t exactly an industrious kin of dragons. Lording over the vast fortunes of others and then making off with them had worked well for Cillian’s family for countless of centuries, and thus, change was slow to take.

Cillian’s brothers were of the same mindset as their father had been – the gold would find them, it was not their job to go find it. But it became more and more clear that wealth wouldn’t simply fall into their laps anymore. They’d have to work for it. Cillian glanced over his shoulder at the beauty sleeping in his bed. Wouldn’t it be worth it, for her?

He chuckled a little. If he’d shared his train of thought out loud, it would have sounded ridiculous to anyone but another dragon. Cillian almost wished he could sneak off for a few hours and visit Devon Bluewing, but he couldn’t bear leaving Ruby for so long when she still wasn’t his, and he doubted Devon would appreciate the intrusion during his honeymoon.

Dragon problems,
he mused with a smirk.
To work hard and prosper or hardly work and coast along. Ridiculous.

Again, the silliness of his problems dawned on him. If only his gifts could unravel his issues as well. Or perhaps they did, and he was just too stubborn to see it? Also a possibility.

He picked up a gray tee from a nearby chair and pulled it on along with a pair of slacks. He couldn’t even pretend to think straight when he was so close to her. Everything was tinted with the very real need to make her happy.

Ruby was still fast asleep, and there was only one place that could really make Cillian see things in the right colors. He stepped into a pair of boots that lazily clung to his ankles and snuck out of the bedroom, pushing the door almost shut behind him but keeping it cracked a little lest he wake her.

With hurried steps, he travelled through the keep, still quiet in its early morning stupor. Long staircases led him deeper and deeper into the belly of the castle, until no trace of modern comforts remained. Nothing but eternal fires hanging from the rocky walls cast light on his path as he rushed through stairs carved out of pure stone, onward towards that most sacred of a dragon’s possessions – his hoard.

The narrow staircases finally opened into a seemingly endless cavern, cut off by a huge metal door. The landing was just big enough to allow him to shift and jostle through the door, if he so wished, but this time he needed to keep his dragon separate from the man – at least in body, if not in mind. Cillian walked to the door that was black with soot from centuries of dragon fire and touched his hands to the metal.

He closed his eyes and whispered the words that would open the vault to no one but the Greenmeadow elder. They hesitated for a second and then cracked inward with an agonizing yawn, granting him passage. The smell of gold was overwhelming. Cillian shoved his hands in his pockets and strolled in, the doors slamming shut behind him.

With slow, languorous steps he walked deeper into the vaults, his green eyes considering the endless piles of gold, jewels, silks and other riches. It was plentiful, yes, but looking up along the walls, he could see the scratches where the hoard had once reached, nearly fifteen feet higher. Some rooms were completely empty now.

He sighed glumly. It had been tradition for each dragon to fill a room of their own to mark the elder’s contribution to the hoard. His father had contributed nearly nothing. Stopping at his own vault, he eyed the treasures within – a sad shadow in comparison to some of his forefathers. It barely covered the floor, some empty spots glaring back at him almost mockingly.