Her Mad Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 15) Page 17

  Smiling the first smile, aside from when he was officiating the ceremony, that reached his eyes, Solomon patted Maddox on the back and said, “Live well, mo charra, live well. Now, go get that mate of yours and get out of here.”

  “Thank you, Solomon, and come back to see us anytime.”

  As he walked away, Maddox was shocked at his own words but realized he meant them. He liked Calysta’s godfather and wouldn’t mind getting to know him better. Slipping behind his little witch as she spoke to Audrey, Kyra, and Della, the mad dragon slid his arms around her waist, pulled her to him, leaned down, and with a breathy whisper avowed, “I’m kidnapping you and there is nothing you or anyone in the place can do to stop me.”

  She leaned her head back against his shoulder. Her hand grabbed his where it rested on her waist. He smiled at the goose bumps that rose on her arms and the hitch in breathing when she said, “No sweeter words were ever spoken.”

  Placing a butterfly kiss behind her ear, he lifted her into his arms, turned on his heel, and headed for the door. Laughter rose behind him, but the mad dragon really could not have cared less. As he reached the huge double doors that had been open all evening, he had to smile as Kayne hollered, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

  “Shut up, Kayne,” was his answering response and he sped away, using his enhanced speed.

  Arriving at their front door, Maddox was in such a hurry he almost tore the knob off the door as he fumbled to get it open. Finally inside, he kicked the door shut, set Calysta’s feet on the floor, pulled her to him, and looked at the woman who made his life complete.

  Drawing on his tremendous strength of will, he fought against both his beast and himself to at least start with a slow passionate kiss. Lowering his lips to hers, he tasted first one corner and then the other of her luscious lips before tenderly kissing her perfect little cupid’s bow. The longer their lips met the more their passion rose. It became impossible not to taste all of her mouth, not to slide his tongue along hers and sip at the fount of her desire.

  Calysta’s enticing moans and sweet gasps fed his excitement. Her hands slid under his jacket, pushing the heavy material off his body and onto the floor. Her nails scratched at his chest and shoulders through the thin cotton of his shirt, igniting a fire only the feel of being buried deep inside the one made for him by the Universe could satisfy.

  His hands found the pearl pull at the top of her zipper. Sliding the smooth gems downs her back with one hand, he slipped his other under the material. Sparks exploded between them as flesh met flesh. Needing to feel all of her body against his, his now free hand joined the other in pulling the thin straps of her off-white silk gown off her shoulders and down her wonderfully curvaceous body.

  Kneeling in front of her, the mad dragon looked up at his spectacular mate. Calysta was everything any man could ever want and thank the Heavens, she was all his. He loved that she stood before him topless and confident. The gleam in her eyes said she knew he found her attractive and that the feeling was more than mutual.

  Gently massaging up her well-toned legs in pursuit of ridding her of the one slip of fabric keeping him from worshipping her naked body as the Goddess had intended, Maddox watched the passion fill her eyes. His fingers paid special attention to the tops of her thighs, teasing along the lace of her panties, reveling in the heat and succulent aroma pouring from her center.

  Slipping his hands under the silk at her hips, he slowly slid her panties down her legs, following the soft white silk down her legs with soft kisses and just the tip of his tongue. Lifting first one foot and then the other to remove the offending material, he kissed the tops of both her feet before beginning his journey back up her body to what enticed him the most.

  The higher he climbed, the more Calysta tried to push her thighs together, but the mad dragon was having none of it. Holding her legs where they were, he kissed the tops of her knees and then moved around to the backs. She trembled as he lavished her tender skin with his lips and tongue. Her fingers dove into his hair as she mewled, “Oh, Maddy, oh my Goddess, I love you.”

  Smiling against her skin, he answered directly into her mind as to not stop his seduction, “And I love you, mo chroí.”

  Moving to the tops of her thighs, he looked up into her heavily-lidded eyes. He loved the effect he had on his little witch. Couldn’t help but smile as she fought to catch her breath and moaned his name like a mantra of love between them.

  Moisture coated his fingertips as he slipped them between her thighs, the proof of her desire flowing freely from her center. The need to taste her, to take her in and have her take him, was overwhelming. Sliding her legs farther apart, he licked up the inside of one thigh and then the other. He held tight to her legs as the intense feelings he invoked within his little witch caused her to try to squeeze them together again and again.

  Blowing small puffs of air against the wet curls that covered her mound as just the tip of his finger teased her outer lips, Calysta’s nails scratched against his scalp as she pulled his hair and whimpered, “Oh…oh, oh, Maddy, please, please…you’re…you’re making…”

  Her words evaporated in a wail of pleasure as he pushed first his middle and then his ring finger deep into the warmth of her desire. The contractions of her excitement pulled his fingers farther into her depth. Proof of her arousal flowed freely, wetting his palm as he worked his fingers in and out of his beautiful mate.

  Her head thrashed from side to side, rubbing against the wall. His free hand, laid upon the sweet softness of her stomach, was all that kept her standing as her body trembled under his loving touch. Calysta panted and cried out, “Maddox, please…please…I need you…” He loved the sounds of her passion, sought to wring every last ounce of it from her as he crooked his fingers in a come hither motion and teased the bundle of sensitive nerves deep within her at the same time his thumb and forefinger gently squeezed her swollen nub.

  Calysta was lost to her orgasm. Screams of passion filled the hallway as Maddox continued to hold her up while working his fingers in and out of her. Her climax went on and on. The sweet scent of night blooming jasmine and sage filled his senses until the mad dragon could hardly control himself.

  Watching her expressive face, Maddox knew the moment she’d floated back to earth and without preamble, growled, “And now I shall have mine,” and in one fluid motion slid her legs over his shoulders, placed his hands on her hips, and began to feast.

  One sip of her nectar and he was gone. He drove his tongue as far into his mate as he could go. He lavished the special bundle of nerves at the top of her channel with the tip of his tongue just as he had his fingers and held on tight as Calysta bore down, rocking back and forth, driving his tongue even deeper.

  Their rhythm was frantic. He tasted all of her. The warm sweetness of her arousal flowed down his throat. His dragon roared. Nothing had ever felt so right, so wonderful, so complete in all of his very long life.

  The walls of her vagina contracted with more force and speed. Her juices flowed more freely, wetting his chin and dripping onto his shirt but still he fed, still he drove his mate to completion, needing to feel her come into his mouth.

  Calysta howled as his frenzied tongue flew in and out of her. Her wails were unintelligible except for his name. Her hands were once again in his hair. She pulled and tugged until he was sure he was bald and decided it was too perfect a moment to care.

  She sat on the edge, he could feel the force of her orgasm gaining momentum. Feel her need to surrender to the pleasure but not able to let go and fall into the abyss of insurmountable pleasure. Thrusting his tongue into her as deep as he could go then immediately pulling it out, the mad dragon gently bit down on Calysta’s swollen nub and held on as she came with such force it was a miracle they weren’t both on the floor.

  Driving his tongue back into her, he licked and sucked and teased, making his little witch come over and over until she was begging, “Please…please…Maddy…mercy.”

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p; But there was none to be had. The mad dragon needed his mate. He needed to be buried deep within her. Needed to feel her coming around his erection. Needed to be one with the light of his soul. Pulling his tongue out of her, he let her limp legs slide down his arms then stood. He marveled at the sight of his little witch gasping for air with lust soaked eyes and her bottom lip red from where she’d bitten it from the sheer passion of their love.

  Slamming his lips to hers, he used his enhanced reflexes to strip out of his clothes. Throwing them about, the garments joined Calysta’s on the floor where they could burn for all he cared. He pulled his lips from hers with a gasp, lifted her into his arms, and climbed the stairs to their bedroom.

  His little witch placed lazy kisses along chest as her fingers teased the hair across the marking that depicted his dragon. He sucked air through his teeth as she scraped her nails across his raised nipples and his painfully hard erection jumped against the soft globes of her bum.

  A sly grin crossed her lips as the tip of her tongue danced over his chest and she whispered, “Someone’s excited,” into his mind.

  Crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Maddox stalked across the room and gently laid Calysta in the middle of their king sized bed. He was just about to follow her down when his crafty little witch rolled to her stomach and lifted up onto her knees. He was momentarily dumbfounded but then almost came before his time when she flipped her long mane of curls to the side and looked over her shoulder while purring, “What are you waiting for, my big strong dragon?”

  Maddox needed no more invitation. From one heartbeat to the next he went from standing at the side of the bed to on his knees with his hands on Calysta’s hips and his incredibly hard erection poised at her warm wet entrance. Her eyes glittered as the morning sun shone through the windows. Flames danced along his spine, filling every fiber of his being with the undeniable fact that he’d known all along—this woman, his Calysta, was his future, his love, his soul—his everything.

  Caught in her emerald gaze, he slowly pushed into her. Inch by glorious inch, closer and closer to being one with the love of his life, Maddox panted as the need to lunge forward battled with the want to savor every single second of entering his mate. Calysta, however, was not of the same mind and took the control from him by pushing her hips backward and engulfing him in the fiery heat of her depths.

  The tip of his erection touched the mouth of her womb. Her bum slapped against his hips and then all motion stopped. They sighed in unison as her heavenly walls contracted around him, pulling him even deeper, holding them together. Calysta rolled her hips in the most erotic little figure eight, making both man and dragon roar.

  The need to move overtook Maddox. His fingers dug into his little witch’s soft flesh as he pounded in and out of her. Calysta rocked on her knees, meeting him thrust for thrust. Unbridled passion flowed from one mate to the other. He couldn’t go fast enough, couldn’t get enough of her, needed to never leave the haven of his mate again.

  Leaning his much larger body over hers as they continued to move as one, Maddox palmed both of her ample breasts in his hands. He loved the way they swayed in his hands as his body moved in and out of Calysta’s. He massaged her supple skin with enough force to drive a squeal of pleasure from her lips and grinned as the tips of her hardened nipples drove into his palms.

  The harder he massaged, the harder her walls contracted around his erection. The erotic massage drove the breath from his lungs. Maddox panted while trying to maintain control as his orgasm threatened to overtake him. Needing to climax at the same time as his mate, the mad dragon tenderly pinched both of Calysta’s nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. He then rolled his hips as he thrust with uncontained vigor in and out of her. The change in position caused the tip of his cock to brush the nerves at the top of her channel on every swipe while his hips pushed against her swollen and sensitive nub.

  When he felt his little witch just about to lose control, the mad dragon bit down on the tender skin just under her mating mark. Calysta screamed his name until she lost her voice as Maddox roared against her skin, coming with such force he had to let go of her beautiful breasts and put his palms on the bed to keep from collapsing onto her back. Their combined ecstasy went on and on, wringing every drop of pleasure from them both.

  Maddox slowed his motions, gently moving with small strokes until both their heart rates returned to normal. Still buried deep within his mate, the mad dragon wrapped one arm around her waist and slowly let his still semi-erect cock slide from the sweetness of her pussy.

  Rolling her over in his arms, laying her head on her pillow, he followed her down to the bed and pulled her close. Looking deep into her love-soaked eyes, he whispered, “Tá tú mo domhan anois agos go deao.”

  “And you are mine, mo Dragon, forever and always.” She smiled and then winked, “Oh, I almost forgot, Della wanted to give you a mating day present.”

  Too tired to guess, he asked, “And what is that?”

  “She’s staying with Kyra and Roy all weekend and getting Agatha and the Council out of here on Monday morning for me. So we have the house all to ourselves for three whole days.”

  Closing the distance between them, he laid his lips to Calysta’s and as he made slow sweet love to her mouth, he whispered directly into her mind, “That Della, she’s a keeper.” Then with a snicker, “Three days, three nights, and nine rooms…sounds good to me.”

  Epilogue

  Caitlin knew he was there. Had felt his presence the moment he sat down on the ridge behind her home. She’d known even before Duke, her German shepherd and the only companion she’d trusted since the night of the fire. It was also as clear as the nose on her face that her ‘visitor’ meant her no harm. She’d even started to think of him as her Guardian. She knew he was perched beneath the low hanging branches of the weeping willow tree that had been there longer than she’d been alive and that he stayed long after she turned out the lights and lay in bed waiting for sleep to take her from the doldrums of her endless days.

  He intrigued her so much that when Duke had scratched on the door, begging to be let out and investigate what he saw as an intrusion into his territory, Caitlin hadn’t hesitated. She’d even walked out on her tiny deck and sat talking to the dog while he sniffed and peed on every blade of grass he could find.

  It was now the sixth night her Guardian had appeared and Caitlin Bridges had had enough. She was tired of waiting, tired of wandering, and most of all, tired of not living her life. It had been so long since she’s spoken to anyone other than Duke or Marcie, the home health nurse who came three times a week to bring groceries and dog food and to make sure everything was okay, that the once vital, outgoing young woman wasn’t sure if she remembered how to have a conversation not involving, “No, hamburgers are fine for dinner” or “Thank you, that’ll be all for today. Drive safely”.

  When the clock struck five in the afternoon, Caitlin made her way into her room, put on her favorite sweater, the one Marcie always said highlighted the green ‘sparkles’ in her hazel eyes, and brushed her long dark hair. She walked back to the kitchen, made a cup of tea, and sat at the table by the window to wait to feel her Guardian’s arrival. Duke whined and began to pace between where she sat and the door as the clock chimed seven. She knew the sun should have almost disappeared behind the mountains and took several deep breaths to keep from hyperventilating from her excitement.

  Patting Duke’s head, she asked, “You ready for this, big guy? I want you to be on your best behavior.” Her companion’s yip was less than convincing but nonetheless, made her smile. She knew he’d protect her, even if it was from herself.

  “I know, I know,” she cooed. “But you have to trust me. He’s a friend. I can feel it.” The young woman touched her chest just over her heart at the same time she rubbed under Duke’s chin.

  The chime indicating it was quarter past seven startled both Caitlin and Duke. She chuckled and the dog growled. “It’s o
kay, silly boy. It’s just the clock.” She took another deep breath, stood, and added, “Time to go meet our Destiny.”

  She stopped with her foot in midair, asking Duke, “Destiny? Really?” Then chuckled to herself as she put her foot down, “Yeah, I guess it is.”

  Opening the door, Caitlin Bridges walked out on her deck, breathed in the cool night air, repeated her mantra of ‘Today is the first day of the rest of my life’, and called to the man she only knew as her Guardian.

  “You might as well come on in. Duke and I know you’re there. I think it’s time we’ve formally met, don’t you?”

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