Chapter One – Tara
Tara leaned back against Dòmhnall’s broad, toned chest. His arms slipped around her waist, and with one hand, he hitched up her long skirt, bunching the fabric up over her knees and then higher. His hand moved to her thigh, stroking upwards, finding the small bundle of nerves that throbbed to be touched, making her gasp with pleasure.
Leaning forward, he placed his hand in the crook of her knee and lifted her leg. His intent was clear as he placed her foot on the chair in front of the desk. Tara held her breath in anticipation. His fingers slid back along the length of her thigh, the throb of her clit stronger than her heartbeat. Dòmhnall sighed against her with pleasure. He had given himself better access to her, and now he intended to make her come. To drive her to the edge of reason with his hands and mouth.
Lips sucking on her earlobe sent shivers along her spine, but his thick middle finger slipping inside her wet sex overshadowed this exquisite excitement. It was what she had longed for: after keeping her at arm’s length for so long, he was finally admitting his desire for her. And, pressed against her back, his thick, hard cock proved his intense need for the woman who was his dragon mate.
Deeper, he plunged his finger, slick wet sounds as he moved in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit, inching her closer and closer to her needed release. His other hand crushed her breasts, fondling them, squeezing them, his thumb and forefinger tweaking her nipples, increasing her arousal until she leaned back against him, her knees weak with wanton desire.
What an image they must make, a witch and a dragon lord in the throes of passion. Not caring who saw, only that their bodies were about to consummate their bond. Her voice rose, a fever taking her as he thrust another finger inside her and roughly plunged them in and out. The moment was so close; she would come around his fingers, and then he would bend her over the solid wooden desk and fuck her for the first time.
“Tara!”
“Damn it,” Tara cursed at the abrupt ending to her daydream. “What?”
“Open the door, I need to talk to you,” Dòmhnall commanded. Did the man have no idea how to talk without it sounding as though she should jump to attention and do his bidding? Why did he have to be her bonded mate?
Even worse, she mused as she went to the door, knowing he would probably knock it down if he thought she was ignoring him, it seemed the only time Dòmhnall remembered he was her bonded mate was when she was expected to do as he wanted. Yet he offered nothing in return.
Would he never consummate their bond? Then there was the matter of his dragon heart, or his heart stone. It would grant her immortality, to allow her to live for an eternity with him, but he chose to keep it to himself. She knew he had his reasons, that he had already been cheated out of it once. However, he also knew this time he had found the real thing, his real true mate. Every day that passed took another day from her youth, and he could stop all that if he would only accept the inevitable and let her join with him. Forever.
As she opened the door to him and saw his dismissive expression, Tara wondered if she really wanted to spend forever with him.
“Why was the door locked?” he asked accusingly, looking past her into the room beyond, trying to see what she had been doing. If only he knew .
“To stop you and those great lumbering beasts of yours interrupting me.” The other dragons happily went wherever they wanted; privacy was not a thing they understood.
“Those beasts are older than time itself. Do not talk about them as though they are dumb animals.” His voice held its normal arrogant edge.
“Only yesterday Kier came in while I was putting the last drops into a potion. He nearly made me blow the Stronghold up. I would call that pretty dumb.” She turned to walk away from him, hoping he couldn’t see the flush of arousal across her cheeks.
Tara leaned back against Dòmhnall’s broad, toned chest. His arms slipped around her waist, and with one hand, he hitched up her long skirt, bunching the fabric up over her knees and then higher. His hand moved to her thigh, stroking upwards, finding the small bundle of nerves that throbbed to be touched, making her gasp with pleasure.
Leaning forward, he placed his hand in the crook of her knee and lifted her leg. His intent was clear as he placed her foot on the chair in front of the desk. Tara held her breath in anticipation. His fingers slid back along the length of her thigh, the throb of her clit stronger than her heartbeat. Dòmhnall sighed against her with pleasure. He had given himself better access to her, and now he intended to make her come. To drive her to the edge of reason with his hands and mouth.
Lips sucking on her earlobe sent shivers along her spine, but his thick middle finger slipping inside her wet sex overshadowed this exquisite excitement. It was what she had longed for: after keeping her at arm’s length for so long, he was finally admitting his desire for her. And, pressed against her back, his thick, hard cock proved his intense need for the woman who was his dragon mate.
Deeper, he plunged his finger, slick wet sounds as he moved in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit, inching her closer and closer to her needed release. His other hand crushed her breasts, fondling them, squeezing them, his thumb and forefinger tweaking her nipples, increasing her arousal until she leaned back against him, her knees weak with wanton desire.
What an image they must make, a witch and a dragon lord in the throes of passion. Not caring who saw, only that their bodies were about to consummate their bond. Her voice rose, a fever taking her as he thrust another finger inside her and roughly plunged them in and out. The moment was so close; she would come around his fingers, and then he would bend her over the solid wooden desk and fuck her for the first time.
“Tara!”
“Damn it,” Tara cursed at the abrupt ending to her daydream. “What?”
“Open the door, I need to talk to you,” Dòmhnall commanded. Did the man have no idea how to talk without it sounding as though she should jump to attention and do his bidding? Why did he have to be her bonded mate?
Even worse, she mused as she went to the door, knowing he would probably knock it down if he thought she was ignoring him, it seemed the only time Dòmhnall remembered he was her bonded mate was when she was expected to do as he wanted. Yet he offered nothing in return.
Would he never consummate their bond? Then there was the matter of his dragon heart, or his heart stone. It would grant her immortality, to allow her to live for an eternity with him, but he chose to keep it to himself. She knew he had his reasons, that he had already been cheated out of it once. However, he also knew this time he had found the real thing, his real true mate. Every day that passed took another day from her youth, and he could stop all that if he would only accept the inevitable and let her join with him. Forever.
As she opened the door to him and saw his dismissive expression, Tara wondered if she really wanted to spend forever with him.
“Why was the door locked?” he asked accusingly, looking past her into the room beyond, trying to see what she had been doing. If only he knew .
“To stop you and those great lumbering beasts of yours interrupting me.” The other dragons happily went wherever they wanted; privacy was not a thing they understood.
“Those beasts are older than time itself. Do not talk about them as though they are dumb animals.” His voice held its normal arrogant edge.
“Only yesterday Kier came in while I was putting the last drops into a potion. He nearly made me blow the Stronghold up. I would call that pretty dumb.” She turned to walk away from him, hoping he couldn’t see the flush of arousal across her cheeks.
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