The Billionaire Dragon Shifter Meets His Match: BBW Paranormal Romance (Gray's Hollow Dragon Shifters Book 6) (16 page)

Laurence sat up fully, tugging the blankets over his lap with a rustle of gold foil under the wool of the picnic blanket. “Am I wearing this upstairs?”

“Tsk,” Jane shook her head, reaching for the clothes she’d picked up for him. “Trust is a two-way street, my lord dragon.”

“I trust you,” Laurence assured her, catching the hand she’d extended with the clothes—the same one that had been gouged by dragonglass that morning. He kissed her knuckles and then her palm, where the little wound was entirely healed now.

Then he hurried into the shirt and pants. It was not exactly the kind of couture that would be expected in an establishment like this, but enough for him to step out onto the street without being indecent. His commanding attitude accomplished the rest, allowing the doorman to hurry out and arrange for Jane’s car to be parked. Jane handled her suitcases herself; she could see Laurence sensing their contents and carefully not offering to take them from her.

He led the way across the lobby to the elevator, and as soon as they were inside he pulled her into a kiss. The thin, soft clothes he wore barely dampened the feeling of his strong, hard body against hers. She could feel how much he’d revived with a couple of hours sleep and the prolonged touch of gold without dragonglass interfering. His grip on her was strong, and he was already starting to rock his hips against her when the elevator stopped.

They hurried out and into his sprawling hotel room. Jane was dazzled all over again by the rich furnishings, the glitter of gold from every direction.

Even better, this time she knew that all of this was about to be hers.
Laurence
was about to be hers, as she and her hoard were about to belong to him. They would be true mates at last, truly given and kept.

Laurence hurried off to one side, pushing a tapestry back to reveal a closet. He pulled out a suitcase that looked remarkably like one of Jane’s, and from across the room she could feel that its contents were similar, though even older and heavier.

She bit her lip in anticipation of what was going to happen next, the ritual of mating they had put off for so long. Laurence came back to her, bringing along that portable hoard whose ancient gold she could feel calling out to her already, and kissed her again, slowly and purposefully.

So I hope this isn’t too much of a disappointment
, Laurence told her silently, without breaking the kiss.
But I have no idea how this works when both of us are dragons.

Jane burst out laughing, and Laurence held her tighter and laughed right along with her. He kept trying to kiss her while they were both laughing, and she kissed back, presses of open lips that kept falling apart into more giggles.

It’s about giving,
Jane told him, when she gave up on being able to say it out loud.
You give your hoard to me, and I give mine to you. We mingle them together to make our bed, and adorn each other with our gifts, and—

This is the part I need you to explain very thoroughly
, Laurence told her, snickering against her skin.
How exactly...?

Jane snorted and pushed him back a step. “You’ll see when we get there, my lord dragon. You seem to be a quick learner.”

Laurence’s gaze turned serious. “I’ve have a very good teacher, my lady dragon. Jane, you’ve—”

Jane felt her eyes prickle and shook her head quickly. “Don’t—don’t thank me. You’re mine, and I kept you like any dragon would keep her most precious treasure. That’s all.”

“That’s everything,” Laurence said softly. He kissed her once more, but he didn’t say anything else about it, only brought his suitcase over to the bed.

The blanket of red silk woven with gold was crumpled on the bed, and Laurence went around to the far side to smooth it; Jane caught the near edge and helped him. They grinned at each other across it, and she could feel the anticipation simmering between them.

“Now, this is one of the parts that I’m hoping you’ll pick up on without my having to explain too much.” Jane pulled her shirt off.

Laurence’s fingers went to the hem of his t-shirt. “Maybe you’d better show me a little more. I’m not sure I understand where this is going.”

Jane stuck her tongue out, but she also pulled her boots off, and her socks, before she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off. Laurence watched hungrily—every movement, every full curve of her as she bent and twisted. Whatever human men might think, Jane knew full well that she was built to be the lush picture of a dragon’s desire, her body a bounty.

When she was wearing only her rich silk bra and panties, she nodded toward Laurence, who was every bit as much the picture of her own desires. “Your turn.”

“So...” Laurence stripped his shirt off, exposing his scars, old and new—the wound on his side was still wrapped in the gold she’d put there to bandage it, but she could see that it had closed, even if it was still a livid pink contrast to his skin.

“Like this?” Laurence peeled down his pants, and if he had any scars below the waist Jane never saw them. She was focused utterly on his cock, standing up in a thick, gorgeous display. Her pussy throbbed, wet and eager, but she knew that she wouldn’t have that particular piece of treasure where she wanted it for a while yet.

“Yes,” Jane agreed. “That’s perfect, darling. And then I...”

Jane unfastened her bra and shrugged it off, and peeled her dampened panties down. When she straightened up again Laurence’s gaze was hot, drinking in her naked body. She spread her legs a little, giving him a view of her pussy when she turned and bent over to pick up a suitcase.

When she turned back his hand was on his cock, but he dragged his gaze up to hers, looking amused as well as hungry.

“Come on, this is the next step,” Jane directed, settling her suitcase carefully on top of the blanket.

Laurence nodded wordlessly. Even in dragon speech he was just a roil of wanting and delight to match her own. He picked up his own suitcase and set it on his side of the bed.

They opened them at the same time, pushing back to the lids to reveal the gleam of gold. Jane couldn’t tear her gaze from Laurence’s hoard for a moment. It was a tangle of coins and chains, rings and beads and tiny sculptures, and it radiated age and its own importance. This was gold that had belonged to dragons for a long time, and had come to know its worth. And it was to be
hers
.

When she finally managed to look at Laurence, he was just dragging his gaze up from her own hoard, and she knew that he felt the call of her hoard just as strongly.

“Now the fun part,” Jane said, putting her hands on the near edge of her suitcase.

Laurence’s eyes went wide as he understood, but he mirrored her, and at the same second they tipped up their suitcases, pouring out their hoarded gold onto the bed together. The two piles collided at the center, sliding eagerly into each other and mingling together, coins and beads changing places, chains becoming intertwined.

Jane obeyed the urge to climb up onto the pile, and Laurence mirrored her again, meeting her at the center of the bed, the heart of their shared hoard. They kissed again, hungry and hot, and they were bare to each other now, stretched out on a bed of gold. Laurence’s cock pressed against the softness of her belly and Jane whimpered with wanting him, rocking against him as her pussy ached.

“Not—not yet,” Laurence murmured. “I know this part. Chains first.”

Jane drew back slightly, her whole body tingling. Her nipples were tight, and she could feel her racing pulse throbbing in her clit. She took a few deep breaths and nodded, reaching down into her hoard—their hoard—to draw out the chains she had chosen for her mate.

Laurence offered her his hand and Jane held it between both of hers, using her power over the gold to send the chain twining up from his wrist. It spiraled around his arm, covering the track of every dragonglass scar, and Laurence’s eyes went heavy-lidded at the feeling of it. He gave her his other hand before she’d even picked up a chain, and she kissed his palm and held his hands as she twined more gold up to cover his scars there as well.

She brought more and more gold out, delicate chains to curl around his hips and lace down his thighs, thicker ones to curl around his ankles and up his calves. She brought chains around his throat and did not miss one of the scars on his chest. Finally she crowned him with a smooth circlet of gold, bright against the darkness of his hair. Her dragon lord was a glittering prince, bright with her gifts, and she couldn’t bear not to touch him, kiss him.

She started at his mouth and then worked lower, guiding him to recline against the bed of gold and accept her touches as well as her gold. She kissed down his chest to his cock, which needed no adornment, and kissed him there as well. She curled her hand around him, licking and sucking at the head of him, taking in the taste of musk and sex. His desire for her filled her senses, and he was gasping her name, his hand in her hair.

He pulled her off before she could take him too far, and she looked up at his eyes, alight with flames. His smile was wicked and as bright as gold.

“My turn now, treasure.”

Jane moaned at the heated promise in his voice, and then he was on her, tumbling her over into the mingled pile of gold. He kissed her first, rubbing himself all over her, and the touch of his skin against hers was sweeter than the touch of gold.

“Everything that I have is yours now,” he murmured, pressing her down into the embrace of the gold. “All of me, all of this.”

All of me is yours
, she returned as he kissed her, deep and hot and relentless. She felt gold being drawn up over her, chains twining up her arms and legs. She could feel his urgency in their movements, and she tugged her mouth free of his to watch.

Laurence lifted up off of her, kneeling between her thighs as he guided more and more gold up, a delicate tracery weaving across the curve of her belly while chains circled her breasts. Her curly hair was laced with gold and beads, not just a crown but a cloud of glorious gold. Jane let herself melt into it as if she might be made of gold herself, just as pliable to Laurence’s touch, his to move and shape, to give and take.

He bowed over her, kissing her breasts, sucking and teasing her ruby-dark nipples. His fingers teased her pussy, stroking so lightly along her lips. She needed more, needed him deep inside her, and there was nothing more holding them back.

Now, my lord dragon
, Jane pleaded. She couldn’t catch her breath enough to speak aloud, letting out little broken sounds as his lips closed over her nipple. His fingers were just barely dipping into her wetness and setting her aflame with need.
Please, oh, Laurence, please. I need you.

Anything you want is yours
, Laurence promised her, but still it was his fingers that pressed inside her, stroking over sensitive places only he had ever touched. She cried out with pleasure and pleading, tugged at the gold she had laced all over his body, but her mate kept drawing more pleasure from her body, kindling the flames of it higher and higher.

Not without you,
she pleaded.
Together, darling, together
—

He groaned and raised himself up to kiss her, his lips trembling against hers. He drew his fingers out of her with a last slow caress and then his cock took their place. He entered her in a long smooth slide, not stopping until he was fully buried inside her, and Jane felt the tremors of her climax approaching already.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, my darling, my mate, mine, all mine—”

“All mine,” he echoed, claiming her, filling her. He moved in slow strokes, bringing her to fresh heights of pleasure, wave upon wave of it cresting higher and higher until it was too much too contain.

Jane cried out as the pleasure burst over her like fire, like the rising of the sun, and she was aware of nothing but her mate. He kissed her through it, moving with her, his own pleasure drawn on by hers. Her pussy tightened again and again on his cock as she climaxed, and by the end of it he was thrusting deep into her, his own orgasm following hers. She felt him spill inside her, and locked her legs around his hips to keep him inside. This, most of all, was hers to keep.

Laurence turned onto his side, holding her tightly, so that they stayed joined a little longer. The gold all around them had been thoroughly stirred by their movements, and it felt like something new despite its ancient richness. It was truly one hoard now, mingled in their mating, given by each, accepted by each.

“My mate,” Laurence murmured, holding her tight in his arms. “My treasure.”

“Mine,” Jane agreed, snuggling closer. She had gold and her mate, and no reason at all to move.

***

They dozed together on the gold, wrapped around each other, but eventually Laurence’s stomach growled, and so did Jane’s.

“Room service,” Jane decreed, her lips dragging against his shoulder.

Laurence nuzzled into the gold laced through her hair and nodded agreeably, wrapping a stray gold chain around his phone to bring it to him. He called and ordered a lavish lunch, a little surprised to find that they were only halfway through the day. It was only when he was finished that he tried to let go of Jane and separate, and they discovered how weighed down with gold—and how
sticky
—they both were.