Finding His Dragon (Dragon Blood Book 3) (3 page)

When Jace had scented his mate earlier in the week, he had hoped—prayed even—that he’d be able to find her. Glen Farley was small, but a person could make themselves disappear if they wanted to. And from the way she had run from him when he’d first seen her, he had feared that was what she had done. He’d all but given up hope on finding her in the little hick town, and was set to expand his search when the sweet floral scent that was hers had drawn him to the bar.

Never in a million years would he have imagined that he’d be walking back out the door moments later with her wrapped around him like a boa constrictor. Not that he was complaining. If she was going to wrap those gorgeous legs around anyone, it had better be him.

“I don’t even know your name,” he said as he peeled the skinny jeans off her legs and her panties right along with them. He should slow things down, but the desperation pouring from her drove his dragon crazy. It wanted her—
he
wanted her. But more than that, it wanted to soothe her, and the only way to appease a she-dragon in heat was to make her come. Over, and over.

“It doesn’t matter. Just fuck me,” she demanded as she shook her left foot out of her jeans, sending them flying a few feet away.

No sooner was she free that she climbed him again, grinding her moist heat against his raging cock. Jace prided himself in his ability to control his dragon, but he’d damn near need to be a saint to keep from giving in to his mate’s needs, and he sure as hell was no saint.

He stilled her hips, positioning her just right, then plunged all the way in. She threw her head back and cried out as he hit bottom. Her breasts heaved in front of him. Pulling her shirt up and over her head, he captured one hard bud between his lips, sucking it hard as he lifted, then brought her down over him.

“Yes. More,” she whispered as she used the muscles of her thighs to move over him, taking what she wanted.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, but he didn’t care. The sting only added to the pleasure rushing through him at having his mate riding his cock. There was no way he was going to last long with her tight body encasing him, but as close as he was, she was closer. The tight little muscles strangling his cock quivered with each stroke. Her sexy little sighs and moans grew louder. His dragon pushed him for more.
Mate her. Mate her now,
it demanded.

Jace’s jaw ached, but he wouldn’t do that to the woman. He would never take that choice away from her. Not when she was at the peak of her heat and unable to make that decision rationally.

There would be time enough for the claiming bite. Right then, he had to take care of her. Make her soar. Later he could get to know her, and make her his.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted louder and louder.

He let go of one of her ass cheeks and brought his hand between them. He didn’t bother with slow, and tender. That wasn’t what she needed. He flicked her clit with the pad of his finger and then repeated the move when she moaned and brought her lips to his shoulder. Her pointed teeth scraped at his skin, making his cock jerk inside her.

He wasn’t going to bite her, but if she wanted to claim him, he wouldn’t stop her. He thrust into her hard and fast, loving each pleasured sigh slipping past her lips. Her teeth dug in, not enough to claim, but she was leaving a mark. He circled her clit, once, twice, then pressed into it as he slammed home.

Her whole body shook as she came around him. Each tight clench of her body drove him closer to his release. When her teeth finally sank into his flesh, he couldn’t hold back. He roared into the night sky as he emptied himself into her. She’d staked her claim. He was hers.

Still buried inside, he didn’t release her as he reached over, opened the passenger door, and set her ass on the seat. When he would have pulled away to grab her clothing, she grasped his hips, holding him in place.

“More. I need more,” she whispered through panted breaths.

Leaning down, he took her mouth in a long, lingering kiss. “I know, love. I’m getting your clothes. Then we can go somewhere and take care of you properly.”

Her gaze dipped to his lips, and she licked her own before releasing the stranglehold of her legs around his waist. “Hurry.”

He grabbed the discarded garments and held the barely there shirt out to her, watching the sway of her breasts as she wiggled back into it. Had she had a bra? He couldn’t for the life of him remember taking one off. He helped her stand only long enough to get her undies and jeans over her hips. “Leave them undone,” he ordered before tucking her into the truck and slipping the seatbelt around her.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“We can go to my place, which will take more than half an hour, or yours. Hell, we can go to The Old Time Inn for all I care.”

“I don’t have a place, and yours is too far. Go to the Inn.”

Already the scent of her arousal permeated the cab, and she wiggled in her seat. Her quick breaths made her chest move up and down in a tantalizing display. She was close, and he’d be damned if he let her get there without his help.

“Hold on. It won’t be long.” Jace shifted into reverse and headed toward the Inn. It was only a few miles away, but, by the way she undulated her hips on the seat, his mate wasn’t going to make it that far. “Tilt your seat back,” he instructed.

She fumbled with the lever for a moment, then did as requested. She brought her hand up, and started sliding it into the front of her jeans, but he reached her first. “As much as I’d love to watch you pleasure yourself, I want that honor right now.”

His cocked jerked in his pants, and he groaned at the tightness holding him back.

“Please, now,” she begged as she tried to guide his hand where she wanted it.

He slid his fingers behind the zipper but stopped before he reached her clit. “What’s your name?”

She tensed for a moment, then thrust up, trying to get the contact she desperately needed.

“Tell me your name, and I’ll let you come all over my fingers, beautiful,” he promised. Hell, even if she didn’t tell him he would make her come, but she didn’t have to know that. He slid his fingers between her warm, wet folds, grazing the side of her clit before retreating.

“Charlotte,” she said around a moan. “Charlotte Rivers.”

“I like that, Charlotte. I’m Jace,” he said as he brought his fingers back to her clit. He circled it, before sliding the rough pads over it.

She bucked against his touch, her panting breaths coming faster and faster.

Never had he been so glad to get to a stop sign. More than anything, he wanted to plunge his fingers into her, feel her muscles quivering around them, but there was no way he could keep them on the road while he did that. He had barely managed it while stroking her. A quick glance in the rear view mirror had him withdrawing his fingers, and throwing the truck into park right there in the middle of the road. Thank God they were in a sleepy town where most people weren’t out and about at night.

Charlotte, head thrown back, eyes closed, and the fingers of her right hand gripping the truck’s grab handle in a white-knuckled grip, gave a needy whimper. He reached for her again, slipping his fingers to where she needed them most. He moved them over her slick flesh faster, dipping lower, gathering her moisture and using it to lubricate them for penetration.

“Spread your legs a little wider for me, love.” Jace barely recognized his voice for the rough tone the dragon was emitting.

Charlotte tilted her hips and tugged her jeans down a little lower before doing as asked.

He wasted no time, sliding two fingers into her. “Come for me, Charlotte,” he said as he pressed on her clit with his thumb, then rotated his fingers inside her.

No sooner had he uttered the words that she cried out, and the muscles in her pussy clenched around him, her hips moving in a sensual dance as the pleasure overtook her.

Nothing in his life had ever sounded better, or made his cock swell to such aching hardness, than the sexy sounds his mate made when she came. Even though he’d just come inside her, he was hard and ready to take her.

Only once her body had stopped milking his fingers did he slip them out of her against her moaned protest.

“We’re almost at the Inn,” he told her. Thank fuck for that. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her for another ten minutes. They drove in silence, and by the time he pulled into the parking lot, his cock had settled enough that he’d be able to walk upright, if not comfortably. He parked in a darkened corner of the lot, not wanting to chance anyone seeing Charlotte as she righted her clothing.

“Want to come in with me, or wait out here while I get our room?” he asked.

“I’ll stay here.” Already she was pulling her jeans up over her hips. She reached over before he could get out of the truck, dug her fingers into his hair and pulled him in for a hard kiss. “Hurry,” she said when she finally released him.

It took all of five minutes to secure a room, four and a half of those longer than he wanted to be away from his mate. With a key in hand, he sprinted across the parking lot to where he’d parked the truck, only to find it—and Charlotte—gone.

The dragon raged inside him, wanting release. Jace threw his head back and roared, pain and fury fighting for dominance. She’d given him the slip. Again.

Charlotte sank against the seat of the truck. She couldn’t stop grinning as she watched Jace sprint across the parking lot to the office. Not only had she been right that he was a dragon, but as her nose had started working, her dragon had shocked her by giving him her mating mark. She took a shuddering breath, shaking her head. She had a mate. He hadn’t bitten her yet, but the way he’d stiffened, with his teeth poised against her skin when he’d climaxed inside her, she’d known he’d wanted to. She brought her shaking fingers up to her still tingling lips.

He hadn’t mentioned a clan, not that she’d given him much of an opportunity for conversation. Maybe he was a lone dragon. But what if he did have a clan? She sat up a little straighter and glanced at the office door. Maybe she wouldn’t have to keep running. Surely if he did have a clan they would take her in and protect her from Adrian. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know Jace. Dragons didn’t share well. Surely he wouldn’t allow her to be taken by another man.

Lost in her thoughts, she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. By the time she saw movement right outside the truck window, it was too late. The passenger door swung open, and a big meaty fist came flying through the opening, hitting her straight in the jaw. The crack of flesh against flesh and pain barely registered before everything went black.

Charlotte’s head hurt and her stomach rolled as a wave of nausea greeted her to wakefulness. Moaning, she tried to lift her head, but it was too heavy. What the hell was wrong with her? She took a few deep breaths clearing her head enough to process what she was smelling. Clan. They had found her. She groaned but didn’t bother trying to lift her pounding head.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” the one who was driving yelled.

For a minute, she thought he was speaking to her, but then the one to her right grunted. “I had to do it. That guy she was with was a big ass dragon. We could have taken him, but the bitch would have gotten away, and there was no way in hell I was going back to Reyn and Adrian empty handed this time.”

“But of all the fucking places, you had to hit her in the face? He’s going to kill you for bruising her where people can see it.”

“Don’t be such a damned pussy, Pete,” the one to her right said. “She’s a dragon, for fuck’s sake. She’ll heal fast. Besides, she’s in heat. He’ll be too busy fucking her brains out to care about the bruise.”

“You almost broke her damned jaw,” Pete yelled.

“So she won’t be able to suck his dick for a few days, or maybe he’ll make her anyway, who the hell cares,” the guy to her right said, then laughed. “That might even be fun to watch.”

Fury rose fast and hard inside of her, but she didn’t move a muscle. She didn’t want them to know she was awake. If hitting her was of no consequence, heaven only knew what they’d do to keep her quiet until they got to wherever they were taking her.

The two men were silent for a few minutes. All the while, Charlotte remained as still as she could. Bound behind her back, her hands had gone painfully numb. The pins and needles jabbing through each of her fingers were excruciating. If it weren't for being trapped inside the vehicle, she’d be able to shift and try to defend herself, but as it was, she had to be patient. Once they stopped and tried to move her, all bets would be off.

“You know, she’s not a virgin. Adrian knows she’s not. When’s the last time you had a bitch in heat to fuck?” Pete said in a low voice.

The thigh of the guy on her right tensed next to hers. “Too fucking long,” he replied. “The boss doesn’t give a shit about her. He wants their land. He won’t care if we fuck her first.”

Charlotte couldn’t keep the growl rumbling in her chest from pushing out as he placed his large palm on her knee and slid it up a few inches, squeezing her thigh in a tight grip.

“Would you look at that? The bitch is awake. It’s almost like she
wants
us to fuck her.” The man had the nerve to laugh.

“Get your filthy paw off me, or you’ll lose that hand,” she threatened. Speaking hurt like hell, but she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing she was in pain. She lifted her head, looking at the man with all the fury roiling inside her heating her stare.