WickedBeast (27 page)

Cord lowered his hips, using his knees to spread her thighs,
settling the hard length of his erection on her soft belly. “I’ve never known a
dragon to have blue pill problems. I suspect it would take a helluva lot more
throwing him off his game to accomplish that, though his beautiful witch being
pregnant is a damn good attempt.”

Kelly’s legs gracefully rose to circle his hips as she
smiled up at the beast looming over her. Oh yes, regardless of his other
reactions, his beautiful body was responding perfectly. Went to show that the
animal within was completely comfortable. It was the human part of the dragon
who was kicking around disbelief. Interesting turn of events.

Cord licked the smile off her lips with slow deliberation,
finally leaning down to take her mouth in a deep, slow kiss that explored her.
The rumble started low in his chest, vibrating into her breasts. It was
amazingly erotic. He was holding most of his weight off her, his hips moving in
deliberate strokes, dragging his cock over soft, damp folds. His mouth lifted
but only to allow him to worship her lips before he sank back into her again.

The sweet kisses went on forever as his body lightly
caressed the rest of her. He seemed in no hurry to move on. Kelly had been
suffering on low burn for hours, waiting for him to get over whatever it was.
At first she thought he was upset, but that thought was quickly erased as his
attention this evening had been overwhelming. It just hadn’t been sexual.

Now he was torturing her with attention. Gentle, careful
attention. She was sure she had been clear explaining that a witch needs her
dragon. Perhaps he hadn’t gotten the message. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t
interested. The thick rod between her legs, moving painfully slow, was
certainly ready. What would it take to get his attention fully focused on what
she needed?

Time to find out what it took.

“Please roll over?” she asked softly.

His body lifted off her quickly, his brow furrowed in a
worried frown. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Kelly followed his body, straddling him, but his firm hands
held her off his cock as he studied her face.

“I’m fine, really, but I need to try something. Would you
mind letting go?” she asked.

“What, what do you need to try?”

“Trust me,” Kelly whispered.

Cord still frowned but his hands opened. Kelly smiled and
moved her legs so she was kneeling between his thighs. Ignoring the frown on
his face, she concentrated on the beautiful body her hands were trailing down.
Such a lovely beast he was. At her touch his, muscles jumped and tightened. At
last her hands framed the hard evidence of his animal nature.

Cord watched the Wind Witch kneeling between his legs. He
wondered if it was possible for a dragon’s brain to implode. He knew what she
was about to do, but the expression on her lovely face was almost more than a
beast should have to take. Especially after the difficult day he’d had.

Her mouth opened in a light pant as her body bent. Her warm
hands circled the base of his cock, holding him up for her attention. She had
to grip him with both hands, and Cord had his answer. Yes, it was possible to
lose one’s mind at the hands of the witch.

Her pink tongue circled the head of his cock with slow
enjoyment. She licked up from the underside of the mushroom head to press her
tongue into his slit. Her mouth lifted as she savored his taste on her tongue.

A mysterious smile crossed her lips and her mouth opened to
sink over him. Licking around as he sank into her. Then her lips closed around
the thick post she was sucking and her fists tightened at his base, stroking
with each strong pull of her mouth.

Perhaps there was some heaven beyond this Earth, but at this
moment, Cord strongly doubted it. If this wasn’t as good as things got, he
wasn’t at all sure he was strong enough to survive something more. His eyes
slowly closed as his mouth opened to pant through his Wind Witch’s attempt to
give him a heart attack.

Blood pounded through his body. His hips thrust toward her
mouth, and he had very little control of the movement. He tried to keep from
forcing himself farther into her. She was small even if she thought she was
tall.

Then she changed things. Her head twisted as she pulled off
him to swirl that wicked tongue of hers around the cap of his cock. Her fists
began pumping in earnest, and Cord stopped thinking. There was no possibility
of thought as she tried to suck all reason out of him through his cock.

Reaching down, he grasped her under her arms and lifted her
body over his hips. Her legs straddled him and he didn’t hesitate to set her
down on the instrument she had been preparing for this. His cock plowed through
her soft folds and he was briefly grateful the she was wet. He wasn’t sure he
would have been able to stop if she hadn’t been. He needed to be in her. Deep
in her body.

Rolling them over, his hands gathered her arms above her
head, one hand shackling her wrists as his hips thrust steel into her body.
Reaching down with the other hand, he yanked her leg high on his back. His hips
never stopped moving as they pounded into the wet welcome her body gave him.

Above her face, his lips drew back from his teeth as he
grimaced through the crashing sensations entering her gave him. Her licking had
only served to make his nerve endings more sensitive to the sweet tightness of
her channel.

Holding her arms above her head, her body impaled on his
thrusting cock, Cord found he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t slow down. She robbed
him of control and she’d known what she was doing.

Looking down at her, he felt his eyes change. The face over
her was indeed the beast. He was taking her hard and deep, fucking her brains
out and not able to slow down enough to give her an orgasm first. All that
knifed through his brain as branding fire licked up his spine and backdrafted
down to his balls. It was too late.

His mate, it burned through him, melting the past into a
meaningless mass. This was true. There were no rules, no limitations. In her
was the only place he was complete. He needed this, her, more than life, more
than death.

His head hitched back and at least he held in the roar that
wanted to rip into the night as his seed jetted into her. This time he knew the
temple of life below him was fertile for him. Even though she was already
pregnant, the knowledge added a hard edge of possession to the pleasure, this
overwhelming, shattering pleasure of pumping her full of his mark.

With each explosion of seed, his cock swelled further,
locking him in her body with his animal responses. Still his hips slammed the
vee of her thighs in grinding jabs. Fire licked through his veins instead of
blood.

His body gradually relaxed, opening eyes slowly, he looked
down at her cautiously. He was still locked within her tight channel, but at
least the mist of a reality was wandering around the edges of his brain again.

She met his gaze. Cord clamped his mouth shut. He had been
too rough. Taken no time to ensure her readiness and then used her hard. The
loss of control was humbling.

Even more humbling because it was clear she had intended it
to be so. This time he had no doubt the witch knew she had picked up the leash
to the beast. She spoke of love but her actions showed him control. He should
have been ready for this. No one had ever said these women were stupid. It was
a nice, hard lesson in remembering his place, his duty and his obligation.

She had an even tighter rein on him than he could’ve ever
dreamed up. Being shackled to her through his DNA wasn’t enough. His mate was
so much more than an instinctive response, and now the life in her womb ruled
him as nothing else could have. He would be exactly what she wanted, when she
wanted it.

That realization convinced his body to let her go and he
could finally pull out and roll over. Cord swung an arm over his eyes,
unwilling to even face the ceiling. He lay there, his body soaked in sweat and
still throbbing. He heard her move. Her hand landed on his chest as she curled
into his side.

His jaw clenched, his brain rebelled against his instant
response to her touch.

“What is it? I can feel the anger. I don’t understand,”
Kelly said as she looked down at his grim face. She couldn’t see his eyes. His
arm was still obscuring the upper part of his head.

“Give me a second and I’ll take care of you,” he said
tightly.

“You make that sound like a chore,” Kelly observed softly.

His arm came off his eyes as he looked at her. “A service,”
he corrected.

“A what?” Kelly sat up abruptly. “You’re going to service
me?”

“Yes ma’am,” his low voice confirmed as he raised a brow
though no other expression moved his features.” I’m very clear on my place
beneath the witch.” He sat up. “Now if you would lie down and spread your legs
I’ll clean the animal off you with my tongue.”

Kelly’s body jerked as if he had slapped her. Her eyes grew
wide then she swiftly turned her back on him as she scrambled off the bed.
“Relax. Go to sleep,” she stated sharply as she moved swiftly to the bathroom.

“Is that an order?” he snarled as she closed the door.

“Yes.”

It was ten minutes before she returned to the room. A robe
tightly belted around her waist, she ignored him and disappeared out the door.
Cord watched her silently. The emotions swirling in the wake of her rigid back
were toxic darts aimed directly at him.

She was mad. He opened his mouth to breathe the air over his
tongue then snapped it shut. Not only was she mad, she was hurt. The taste of
that hurt was tinged with bitter copper, almost the taste of blood. Cord
jackknifed out of bed and took two steps toward the door and stopped. Turning
on his heel, he retraced the two steps and stopped again to swing around and
face the door.

He needed to think. She was feeling exactly the pain he had
felt at her using him. Why was she upset? She was the one who had taught him a
lesson. He was just being honest about it.

From the other bedroom he heard the unmistakable sound of
muffled tears. Cord’s hands clenched into fists as he listened to her cry. All
right, he already knew something was seriously fucked up. Kelly’s crying
required a response from him. His nature could not tolerate it and he damn well
had no clue what to do about it.

Cord started pacing and went over exactly what happened in
the last hour. It began so well. They had indulged in soft teasing as he
stumbled through asking her to marry him. Her answers made him think she wanted
what he wanted. Then her actions had told him how thoroughly she could control
him. That was the sucker-punch he’d reacted to.

In his experience, a creature’s actions were the true
indicator of intentions. His instincts demanded he put more importance on
physical display. Listening to pretty words and ignoring all else often resulted
in fatal surprises.

Maybe he’d read something wrong. He was swamped with
emotions and very few useful tools to handle them. Women could be tricky, he’d
always known that. She’d hurt him when he realized that she intended to control
him. He’d lashed back when she decided to talk about it after. His only defense
had been hollow words. He was under the impression they were clearing up the
power issue. They both knew she could do whatever she damn well pleased and
he’d take it. Was that what had brought the tears?

Could be he’d hurt her when he’d fucked like an animal.
Maybe she was crying because of that.

Cord stopped in the middle of the room and swore viciously
in every language he knew. Each soft sob sliced into him and cut a strip of
flesh off his body, over and over again. It had to stop. He was her dragon and
it was his responsibility to do whatever it took to make her happy. His
designers had ensured he couldn’t live any other way. Getting his head around
that issue was his responsibility. His fucking pride was a stupid lie anyway.
He’d never truly possessed the freedom to indulge in pride, not for a moment.
Being ignorant of that fact didn’t make it untrue.

Yet pride could not be his main problem. The pain of
listening to her cry was more than the bloody death of his pride. It went way
beyond that.

Swift strides took him out of the room and down the hall.
Her door was unlocked and he didn’t bother knocking as he stepped into the dark
room. She was in the bed, facedown under the covers with the pillow over her
head. It didn’t matter. Every breath she took was a stiletto hitting the soft
tissue target of his new emotions.

Cord sank to his knees beside the bed, his hands barely
resting on the mattress. “Anything. I’ll be anything you want. Do anything you
need. Please stop crying.”

“Go away,” was the mumbled directive from under the pillow.

“Anything but that.”

The crying diminished to hiccups. The lump under the
blankets was trembling though. She said nothing.

“Please tell me what to do,” he begged softly.

Her head came out from under the pillow. She looked at him
in disbelief through red-rimmed eyes. “We tried that once. It didn’t work so
well.”

Kelly closed her eyes a minute and took a deep breath.
“Look, I’m sorry if I offended you by lusting after your body, your attention,
and most of all, lusting after your heart. I’ve learned my lesson. It won’t
happen again. We’re stuck together by more than just saving the world. I’ll do
my best to keep in line.”

Cord hadn’t thought he could sink any lower than he already
had. Her words tore through his ego, showing him what he’d been hiding behind.
He was terrified. Terrified of her and the power she could wield over him, so
he had decided she was doing exactly that. He was the one who had forgotten the
difference in their species. She was not a dragon. She did not react like a
dragon would. Like he would, like he had.