Saved By Her Dragon (14 page)

“Why a hundred miles from the hospital?”
Aaron inquired. “I’d think he’d be farther away. Especially if what
Kyra said about his dragon coming back is true.
Wouldn’t
he be
afraid we could sense him?”

“Andrew had Anya taken to Sam’s hospital, but I don’t think
it had anything to do with our lovely doctor. I believe it was
because it’s the closest one with specialists on staff. If he’d
wanted Sam’s attention, the traitor would’ve made sure she knew
Anya was there. Andrew’s also lazy and paranoid. He would never let
anyone travel farther than a hundred miles one way, they would be
too far out of his control,” Devon commented while clicking away at
the keyboard.

A few uh-huh’s and grunts of agreement were all he heard as
Aidan began calling out addresses meeting his specifications while
he searched through thousands of records. Hours passed as they
mapped location after location. Devon was shocked at the sheer
number that met their requirements. When Rayne announced that they
had over thirty properties, the Guardsmen took a break to regroup
and think of ways to narrow their hunt for the traitor.

Even though he had been linked to Anya the entire time, he
missed her touch, her scent–
hell
, he just missed
her
. Entering the room,
he propped the broken door back against the frame and spoke through
mind speak to Jace
, “Hey, bud, I have a
huge favor to ask. Can you head to Home Depot and get a replacement
door for one of the bedrooms in my mom’s house?”

“What the hell? You guys partying without me?”

“Don’t I wish? No, I got a
little over zealous,”
Devon
chuckled
.

“You got it, Bro. I have to go pick up
Kyra’s magical supplies that I sent the other day. Thank the
Heavens Rory just sent them right back.”
The younger man laughed.

“Thanks, man. I owe ya one.”

“Naw, just remember me when it’s your turn to run training.
Aaron’s been kicking my ass.”

“And I’ll keep right on
kicking, my man,”
Aaron
interjected, making Devon laugh out loud and Jace
moan.

“Well, shit,”
Jace
groaned.
“When I am gonna learn
everyone
can hear
me?”

The older Guardsmen roared with laughter and Jace went
on
, “Oh well, I’m headed into town. See ya
in a couple hours.”

“See ya, kid. Thanks!”

“Stay outta trouble or
you’ll be cleaning the stalls for training, young’un”
Aaron jokingly added. His brethren really
did enjoy giving the younger guys hell.

Not to be outdone Jace added,
“I
hear ya, old man,”
and quickly severed
their link.

“That kid’s a smart ass,”
Aaron chuckled.

“And you like him all the more for it.”

“Damn straight. Now hurry up and visit with
your girl while we raid your mom’s fridge. We got lots more to
do,”
Aaron joked and Devon could tell he
already had his mouth full of leftovers.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,”
Devon snickered as they both cut the connection and he turned
to find Anya watching his every move.

“How long have you been awake, Sweetheart?” he asked as he
made his way to her side.

“I woke up a few moments before I heard your footsteps.” She
pushed up into a sitting position, turning towards him with a
serious look on her face.

Devon sat down on the side of the bed, grabbing her hand in
the process. She may have something serious she wanted to discuss,
but he and his dragon had been without her touch for long enough.
The spark that accompanied their clasped hands made him smile and
when he looked up, he found the same look on Anya’s face. She
glanced at their combined hands, back to him, and exhaled a breath
he hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“You were just talking to Aaron and another dragon when you
walked in, right?”

Surprised, Devon nodded and said, “Yeah. How did you
know?”

“I could hear it.” Anya pointed to her temple with her free
hand. “It was kinda like when I hear you, but it felt like it was
on a different channel or something; sort of out of tune with
static in the background.” She shook her head, trying to make sense
of it.

Devon’s smile grew as he explained, “Well, that’s pretty much
what it is. One of the perks of being a dragon shifter is that
we’re able to
mind speak
with those of our clan, our Force, other dragons,
and most importantly, our mate. That’s what allowed me to hear you
while you were in a coma and how I can hear your thoughts when you
have your guard down or you’re projecting. I wanted to ask if you
have any psychic abilities or ESP, or maybe even shared some of
your adopted parents’ magic.”

Anya shook her head and Devon continued, “The only reason I
ask is because, although we are destined to be together, it’s
pretty unusual that we would have a mind-to-mind connection so
early on, especially before actually meeting. It’s also
extraordinary that you could hear my conversation with Aaron. I
know abilities grow the longer mates are together, but apparently
you’ve had them right from the get-go.”

Anya still shook her head but was deep in thought. Devon
paused while she digested what he had just said, but she was quick
and immediately asked, “Why could I only hear your voice and not
what you were saying when I was in a coma?”

“I’m not really sure, that’s something I want to ask Kyra and
Mom. Hopefully, they’ll have an answer. My best guess is that it
had something to do with the magical fog both you and Sydney
described. It blocked part of our connection.”

“And about this mate stuff…way to drop a
bomb on a girl and then walk away,” Anya smacked his knee. “I need
a little more explanation than ‘you are mine, Anya Sloane’.” Devon
burst out laughing at the way Anya attempted to imitate his much
lower voice when she spoke the last few words.

She looked up at him and bit her bottom lip, effectively
shredding a hundred years of hard fought self-control. In one
sweeping motion, Devon tugged on their combined hands, pulling Anya
into his lap and slammed his mouth to hers. The electrifying
sensation when their lips met sent a current throughout his body
that landed squarely in his dick and made him crave every inch of
his mate. Their tongues met as she opened completely to him. Her
nails dug into his shoulders, spurring him on and pushed their
passion higher.

His hands massaged and caressed her generous curves, bunching
the material of her cotton gown until he touched the bare skin of
her lower back. Anya’s scent filled the room as her arousal grew,
making the man and his beast crazy with desire. His dragon purred
at the glory of having their mate excited and wanting in his arms.
Their kiss went on and on, and visions of their spent, naked bodies
flashed in his lust-addled brain.

She arched her back and moaned into his mouth as just the
tips of his fingers slid inside her panties. Goose bumps raised on
her heated skin as he sought to memorize every inch of his
delectable mate. His fingers grazed the curls at the top of her
mound and Anya rolled her hips, grinding against his erection as it
tented the material of the sweatpants he had yet to
change.

Devon fought for control, telling himself and his dragon it
was not the right time to claim her. His brethren and mother were
within earshot and Anya was still weak from all she had been
through. The longer they kissed, the harder it became to see
reason. Summoning all his resolve, he pulled his mouth from hers.
Anya moaned at the loss, and with a strength he didn’t know she
possessed, pulled him closer.

Unable to stand one more second of sexual torment, Devon laid
Anya back on the bed, following her down, never losing contact with
her luscious mouth until he lay cradled between her thighs. Her
legs wrapped around his waist and their hips met stroke for stroke,
the only thing keeping him from burying his throbbing cock deep
inside and claiming her for all time was their clothing.

He reached for the hem of her gown just as her hands slipped
under the waistband of his sweats and her nails bit into his ass as
she held him close. His mouth tore from hers as he moaned long and
low. Their pace increased, as the thread holding the last of
Devon’s restraint broke. Rising to his knees, he smiled as Anya
groaned at the loss of contact and immediately gasped when he
grabbed her wrists, lifted them over her head, and secured them
with his much larger hand.

Her eyes burned with passion and her kiss swollen lips begged
for more attention, but it was her hardened nipples pressing
invitingly against the thin cotton of her gown that caught his
attention and caused his mouth to water. He held her gaze as he
lowered his lips to her breast. Her sharp intake of breath was
music to his ears as he sucked as much as he could of her ample
breast into his mouth–gown and all. With tongue and teeth he licked
and sucked first one breast, and then the other, until she was
writing beneath him. The entire room smelled of sand and sea
and…
Anya.

Leaving the heaven of her voluptuous chest, hating that she
was still clothed, he kissed and nipped down her body, her hands
still held captive. With his teeth, he worked her gown up over her
hips, baring the silky skin of her stomach, demanding to be tasted.
Taking a deep breath and pushing his needs as well as those of his
dragon back, he kissed from one hip to the other right along the
top of her panties, dipping his tongue just under the elastic,
enjoying the lift of Anya’s hips and her pleading moans,
“Devon…Devon…oh, oh…please, Devon…
please.”

“Please what,
mo ghra
? Tell me what you need.” He
crooned as he continued to taste and torment them both.

“I…I…you…” was the only response he
received. Anya took a deep breath and pulled against the grip he
had on her wrists, “Please…Devon. Let me…touch you…” Her
passion-filled voice proved she was as lost to their lust as he.
Devon loosened his grip, allowing her to pull free. Her fingers
dove into his hair as she attempted to direct his movements. He
chuckled against her skin and stuck to his slow, torturous
seduction.

Sliding farther down her body, he buried his nose against the
moisture that soaked the crotch of her panties and inhaled. Her
scent filled his entire being, making his head spin. Completely
lost to his mate and with both hands free, he slowed her movements
with a hand on her hip as the fingers of his other hand slid inside
the leg of her undergarment. His index finger touched her curls,
wet with her arousal, and Anya’s hips shot off the bed despite the
hold he had on her. He traced her outer lips up one side and down
the other as slowly as possible, marveling in her perfection. Anya
pulled at his hair, her hips thrusting as she tried to force his
hand to where she needed him most.

Her mind was open to his, allowing him to share everything
she felt, and enhancing the incredible experience of being with his
mate for the first time a hundred fold. She threw back her head,
baring her throat to him; her complete trust in him flooded his
heart and mind. He watched her cheeks grow more flushed with
excitement and her lips draw into a perfect ‘O’. She panted his
name as he let his finger slid
e
into her warm, wet pussy, and he couldn’t help
his grin as
Oh My God
floated through her mind. The air was pushed from his lungs
and his heart nearly burst with the love he already felt for his
amazing mate. She was
absolutely
perfect
.

Unable to take one more moment without her taste upon his
tongue, Devon fisted the side of her panties and pulled. The sound
of the ripping material made his dragon roar in triumph. The
offending material flew through the air as he removed his finger,
and before Anya could react from the loss, thrust his tongue deep
inside her. He curled the tip of his tongue, teasing the bundle of
nerves at the top of her channel, and loved the muffled yell of his
name against her fist. Anya’s legs came up over his shoulders and
closed around his head, her heels digging into his back as he
licked, sucked, and tasted.

Anya’s taste exploded on his tongue, making him see stars and
thirst for more. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced. The
more he tasted, the more he wanted. There would never be a time in
their very long lives together that he would not crave his
mate.

Feeling her orgasm building to its crescendo, Devon placed
the flat of his tongue at the base of her slit and licked from
bottom to top in one fluid motion, sucking her clit between his
lips when he reached the top. He held her throbbing nub lightly
between his teeth and teased with the tip of his tongue until Anya
was thrashing and mewling and pulling his hair, until he was sure
he would be bald. Through their bond, he felt the moment that she
could take no more and bit down. Anya screamed her release against
her fist. He thrust his tongue into her as far as he could reach,
drinking her nectar until the spasms of her orgasm began to
subside. Devon continued to lick and suck until she sighed with
complete satisfaction and her legs slid from his
shoulders.