Haunted By Her Dragon (The Dragon Guard Series) (14 page)

Shaken
from his thoughts by the sound of the little blonde-haired beauty’s sweet
voice, he watched as the biggest idiot of them all acted the part of the hero.
Lance was so sure he was saving her from certain death. As if! His heart may
have been hardened by all he had been forced to suffer, but there was
absolutely no way he would hurt a child, especially one as special as he knew
little Sydney to be. After all, the
Special One’s
intuition was always
correct. Had the fucking smartass taken a moment to pull his big head out of
his ass and use the dragon senses he had been given by the Universe, he
would’ve at least realized how incredibly unique the little girl was and would
also know that, no matter how much life had hardened Andrew, there would never
come a time when he would intentionally hurt a child. Kick the ass of one of
those self-important, egotistical, full of themselves Dragon Guardsmen? H
ell
yeah
, but
never
a child. She had been the only way he could be sure
to get the idiot Guard’s attention and remind them that at any moment, he could
take what he wanted, simply to make a point. He had obviously done that, and
quite effectively, if he did say so himself.

Once
again, he was roused from his musings, this time from the approaching
Guardsmen. He had been watching from behind some foliage since he’d placed the
child on the lawn for the idiot Guardsman to get to safety, but it was time to
go. Just as he rounded the corner of an old Brownstone he knew had a basement
perfect for eluding capture, he caught the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle; a
scent he remembered from his trek through the wilderness while in pursuit of
his elusive witch and again earlier that same day in the elevator. He turned
just in time to see her make contact with Lance and the precious little
vibria
. In a split second everything became clear.
The doctor was the big dope’s mate. He knew Lance had been standing guard over
her since the day all hell had broken loose, but he’d missed the mating signs.
His plan to use Sydney to get the asshole’s attention had been only because he
knew Lance was never far from the good doctor, but now his plans could be taken
to a whole new level. Again, he lamented the fact that a female might be
injured in his bid to make the bastards pay, but what else could he do? If they
were incapable of keeping the most important people in their lives safe, how
was that really his fault? After all, he was a
Special One
meant to make
a mark in this world and the next. No one ever said it had to be a positive
mark.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

If she had to explain
what had transpired from the time she ran from the hospital until she walked
back in carrying Sydney one more time, she was going to run screaming through
the halls. At least they believed that neither she nor Lance had anything to do
with the child’s disappearance, and had dispatched what seemed like an entire
squadron armed with a detailed description of
Andrew the Asshole
.

The
first person she had seen when she exited the elevator had been Miss
Crutchfield. It had taken all of her very limited control not to punch the
useless bitch right in the mouth when she accused her of somehow being
complicit in the girl’s disappearance. The social worker had reached for
Sydney, acting as if she cared about the child’s well-being. The child had
burrowed further into Sam’s body, refusing to be separated from the doctor.
Detective
Smithers
had eventually relented and let
her stay with Sam until she calmed down.  Charlie then was able to take
Sydney back to her room.

Lance
had been less than thrilled when they were separated. She was sure he had
growled,
which she should consider strange, but for some reason thought it fit him. He
wore an expression almost identical to the one she remembered from the day he’d
saved her at that abandoned warehouse. Fierce, unrelenting, and definitely
dangerous, but when he looked at her, his expression softened. The slight dip
of his chin let her know he would make sure everything turned out all right for
all of them.

She
tried to doubt him, tried to dislodge the belief she had in him, because
experience had taught her that believing in someone else always ended with a
broken heart and loneliness. But no matter how hard she tried to dispel it, the
feeling of confidence in this insanely sexy, completely overbearing man, did
just the opposite. It grew. It was like he had eased his way into her heart,
and she was helpless to do anything about it. That was not something that
settled well with Dr. Samantha Malone.

They
were done questioning Lance, and he paced just outside the door to the room she
remained sequestered in. She’d seen Max, and heard them talking about someone
coming to represent them, but couldn’t make out the name. Apparently, Lance was
very well-connected to have a lawyer he could just call and have appear
whenever he needed. Charlie had poked her head in to let her know that Sydney
was resting comfortably, just after the detective’s partner had left her sitting
and staring at a blank wall. That had been almost fifteen minutes earlier, and
Sam held on to the promise that her questioning was almost complete. 

Her
muscles were beginning to cramp, and her patience was nearing its end, as she
heard raised voices just outside the door of her makeshift interrogation room.
Lance was making his frustration with her continued containment known for all
to hear. Just as quickly as the commotion had broken out, it ended. All that
remained were whispered voices. Not wanting to be left out, she stood and
quietly moved closer to the door that had thankfully been left ajar.  She
recognized Detective
Smithers
’ voice as he tried to
exert his authority, and then Lance’s as he insisted he be able to see her. The
discussion was just about to dissolve into more yelling when a woman’s voice
that seemed to come from farther down the hall sounded. “Lance, please do not
strike the detective.”

Had
Sam not been sure Lance really was about to punch the detective, she would have
laughed at the sound of authority the mystery woman possessed. As it was, she
smiled her first real smile since handing Sydney over to Charlie, when Lance
answered, “Yes, Grace,” like a little boy that had been caught with his hand in
the cookie jar, and not a huge, muscular man threatening to hit an officer of
the law.

Sam
was immediately impressed as the female lawyer wasted no time stating her
purpose. “Detective
Smithers
, my name is Grace
O’Brien, I represent Mr.
Kavanaugh
and Dr. Malone. I
understand that you’ve questioned both my clients and have been given the
information regarding the alleged kidnapper, but are still holding Dr. Malone.
May I ask why?”

The
detective stuttered, and when he answered, he sounded unsure and almost scared.
“I just have a few follow up questions, Ms. O’Brien, and at no time did they
ask for an attorney.”

“Did
you read them their rights?” Grace immediately countered. “And it’s Mrs.
O’Brien.”

“No,
no ma’am. They aren’t under arrest, only being questioned regarding the child’s
abduction.” The detective’s voice shook.

“But
you repeatedly denied Mr.
Kavanaugh
access to Dr.
Malone and have not allowed Dr. Malone contact with anyone since she returned
with the child, correct?”

“Yes,
but…”  The detective tried to answer, but the attorney had obviously heard
enough.

“There
is no ‘but’, detective. You have violated my clients’ rights. The questioning
is over. Should you have any further questions… here is my card. Please contact
me, and I will make the necessary arrangements.”

She
heard a mumbled, “Okay” before the door she was standing beside swung open, and
Lance was sweeping her into his arms. Unable to mutter a word before his mouth
slammed against hers, she was robbed of all rational thought. He kissed her
like a man possessed. His tongue demanded entrance into her mouth, accepting
nothing but her complete surrender. His tongue slid along hers as their teeth
crashed, and he became the very air she breathed. There was nothing to do but
kiss him back, her need to taste every part of this extraordinary man growing
within her. In the next instant, she heard the door slam shut and felt his
hands grip her ample backside.  She was lifted until her hips met his, and
she felt the wall at her back. Helpless to do anything but what her body demanded,
she completely let go for the first time she ever remembered.

Lance
tore his mouth from hers, gasping as he kissed and nipped along her jaw line.
Goose bumps rose all over her body, her nipples pebbled against the lace of her
bra, and her panties were immediately wet as her pussy wept. This was what she
had dreamed of.
He
was touching her body, bringing her pleasure like it
was something he had done hundreds of times, not like it was their first time
together.

He
bit the tender dip between her shoulder and neck, and all coherent thought flew
from her mind. Their hips met over and over, the feel of his massive erection
continually bumping her engorged clit, setting off fireworks behind her eyelids
and pushing her closer to the point of no return.

He
groaned, grabbed both her hips and held them against the wall, as he placed his
thigh against her hot, weeping crotch. His mouth returned to her neck as she
rode his leg, seeking her release. She felt his hand at the waistband of her
scrubs, her body moving on its own to allow him access. His large calloused
hand moved against her hip and stirred the short curls of her mound. He rubbed
and teased her outer lips, staying just a breath from her clit as it pulsed in
anticipation of his touch. His lips against her ear caused her to shiver as he
whispered while sliding his middle finger into her, “Gods, Doc, you feel so
damn
good.
So hot and wet…and ready for me.”

He
worked his finger slowly in and out of her contracting channel, keeping her
right on the edge, not letting her explode. Time stood still as he continued to
drive her higher and higher. His next words came as a command. “Open your eyes,
Doc. Look at
me
.” Her eyes snapped open just as his thumb and forefinger
pinched her clit and she exploded, riding his hand with abandon. Filled with a
feeling she didn’t understand, but didn’t ever want to end, she stared into his
amazing crystal blue eyes, held captive by their intensity. In that moment,
their souls touched, and the resulting explosion
felt like she was being massaged from the inside out. She wanted to scream to
the heavens, but only whimpered to keep the people just outside the door from
hearing. He continued to kiss, touch, and pet until her breathing returned to
normal, and she collapsed against his chest, replete from the best orgasm of
her life.    

He
pulled his finger from her and straightened her clothing as she continued to
rely on his strength to keep her upright. While thinking of all the ways she
would like to repay him, and wishing for the time to act upon her thoughts,
there was a knock on the door. She struggled to climb off his knee while
pushing against his chest, suddenly embarrassed by what had just transpired. He
pushed his hips against hers, holding her hostage against the wall and grabbed her
hands. She felt the wetness on his hand from her release and his still hard
cock against her stomach. Her eyes snapped to his, and the unmistakable heat of
her blush rose in her cheeks. He grinned and shook his head.
“No
way, Doc.
You aren’t hiding from me or from what’s happening between
us.”

She
continued to stare, not sure what to say next, and was thankfully saved by
another, louder knock on the door, followed by a deep voice she remembered from
the other night, “All right, Jackass, we’re all packed up out here and ready to
go. You
wanna
save the kissy face for later so we can
get going?”

Lance’s
smile grew, and she wanted to hide under the bed, completely mortified that his
brother knew at least some of what had happened between them. Her face grew hotter,
and she knew her cheeks had to be flaming red by this time, but he continued to
hold her still as he answered Royce. “We’re coming, Old Man. Don’t get your
panties in a twist. Just making sure Doc’s okay after her questioning.”

“Well,
hurry the hell up. Everyone out here is ready to go.”

“Be
right out, Grandpa.”

“I’ll
grandpa you, you giant pain in the ass,” she heard Royce grumble.

Through
gritted teeth, she whispered, “Let me go, Lance. There are people out there
waiting for us.”

“They’ll
wait, Doc. I need to make sure we have an understanding. What happened here was
not a one-time thing. There’s something between us that needs to be explored.
When time permits, we’re
gonna
‘explore’ until we
can’t explore anymore. And when we catch our breath, we’re
gonna
start all over again, understood?”

He
tried to look intimidating, and she was sure he had scared many people in his
life, but the twinkle in his eyes and the dimple in his cheek made it
impossible for her to do anything but roll her eyes at him.

He
squeezed her hands just a little tighter, and she nodded.
“Not
good enough, Doc.
I need to hear the words.” She saw his steel resolve
reflected back at her and had no doubt that he would keep her in this very
position for as long as it took her to voice her agreement.