Loved by the Dragon Collection Page 11

  “I thought you would never ask.”

  Saul slid his hand beneath her thigh and hoisted Chloe up until her back hit the slick tile surface. After a week of mind-blowing sex that only seemed to improve with every coupling, a few hours without his dick in her seemed like eternity.

  Mew. The patter of the shower failed to drown out the feline cries. A second later, two big paws touched the door and noisily scraped down the glass, interrupting them before Saul had the chance to join their bodies.

  “Felix?”

  “Who is Felix?” Saul’s voice rumbled against her throat.

  The cat cried again, making a chirping sound.

  “Mommy will be out in a minute.”

  In a thrust, Saul filled her body with his cock. She writhed between his hard chest and the shower tiles, tilting her head back and vocalizing an impassioned plea for more.

  Felix dragged his front claws over the shower door and leapt at the glass, scrambling with his hind legs to make it over the top. He tried again twice until his mewling cries urged Chloe to press one hand against Saul’s shoulder.

  “Let me down, baby.”

  “What?”

  “He thinks you’re hurting me, I think.”

  Saul gave her an incredulous look. One blond brow shot up before he glanced over his shoulder toward the shadow beyond the frosted glass. “Your feline can wait.” A slick backstroke and re-entry made Chloe’s needy snatch cling to his dick and involuntarily squeeze. He felt so damned good that it took another terrified call from Felix before she pushed at his shoulders.

  “Saul, he’s scared .”

  He didn’t protest again, but a heavy sigh indicated his displeasure. The separation of their bodies was pure misery as Saul grunted and set her down, ensuring she was steady before he released her from his hold.

  Chloe stepped from the steaming shower and jerked a fresh towel from the rack. With it wrapped around her body and secured, she crouched down and received a fond nuzzle to her cheek from her whiskered friend. “I missed you, too,” she crooned to the large cat. Felix, an impulsive luxury purchase in the wake of her failed relationship with Malcolm, purred and rumbled with elation.

  “I’m sorry,” she apologized to Saul.

  He shook the water off his body and strode past her with a growled mutter that she couldn’t decipher. Felix raised his hackles and hissed at the retreating man.

  It was the closest she’d ever come to actually aggravating her placid and cool dragon lover. I’ll make it up to him later. A niggling worm of guilt slithered into her thoughts only to be suppressed once Felix tickled her face with his whiskers.

  “Marcy must be home now if Felix is back from the groomers.”

  “Oh.”

  Please don’t do the spoiled man-child thing and give me the silent treatment. Of course, dragon or not, Saul was still male, and no less prone to the flaws that sometimes afflicted his sex. She hadn’t intended to leave him with a case of blue balls.

  “He is a very handsome beast,” Saul offered without further prompting.

  Chloe sighed in relief. As long as Saul spoke to her, it meant he wasn’t too upset. Mahasti had warned her that a quiet dragon was a brooding dragon. “He’s a Savannah.”

  “Ah. House cats bred with their wilder kin.”

  The spotted feline twined between her feet all the way from the bathroom to the bedroom, even head-butting her ankles in an attempt to direct her away from Saul. He hissed at Saul and raised his black-banded tail in the air.

  “Felix, enough of that.” She nudged him away long enough to pull on the fresh clothes she’d laid out earlier. She shook her head when the protective feline took up a watchful post on the foot of the bed.

  He’s acting awfully odd. “You don’t eat cats, do you?”

  Saul snorted and opened the bedroom door without waiting for her to finish dressing for their evening out. The dragon walked into the next room while tugging on his t-shirt, failing to honor her question with a response.

  Note to self. An irritated Saul is definitely a quiet Saul. At least he isn’t pissed.

  “Holy abs,” Marcy called from the hallway. “Chloe! You need to put a warning label on these!”

  Chloe chuckled. After she ran a brush through her damp hair, she jogged out of the room in the chosen summer dress, its folds skimming her trim body. It suited her athletic frame, showcasing long legs and toned thighs with an ideal hem four inches above the knee. It was also as sexy as her casual clothing usually came, despite Marcy’s dedicated efforts to spicing up her wardrobe. Felix trotted out behind her with his tail raised in the air then he mewled for attention until Chloe lifted him from the floor.

  “Missed you too, Felix.” I hope dragons and cats aren’t natural born enemies or something.

  “Damn, I hoped you’d take forever doing your hair so I could interrogate your boyfriend.”

  “Didn’t you do enough of that in the car? Honestly. You know all of the highlights already. CEO and hot outdoorsman. There’s nothing else…”

  A bit of a grin surfaced on Saul’s face. “It is true. I am afraid anything more would prove to be a severe disappointment, Marceline.”

  Marcy groaned. “You told him my full name? I guess I’ll accept it. Coming from him it almost sounds sexy. Come on now, no time to waste. I made reservations as soon as you told me both of you were coming home, and I’ll be pissed if we’re late and they give our table away.”

  Dinner at a local Brazilian grill allowed Saul to sample a varied selection of meat. He ate enough for three men his size while Marcy gawked in disbelief. As a dragon hiding in human form, he required frequent feedings and consumed enough meat to provide most of the sustenance needed by his magical other half.

  The Latina twisted on her chair to face her friend. “Where is he putting it away?”

  “No idea,” Chloe mumbled around a mouthful of food. She speared a rare piece of beef from Saul’s plate and popped it into her mouth before launching into an explanation. “Saul’s really into fitness. You know. Marathons, hiking. All that stuff.” It made a good cover story.

  “I guess you two are a perfect match then… Chloe, wait, that’s still bloody inside,” Marcy tried to warn her, a few seconds too late to make a difference.

  “It’s also delicious.” Chloe stole another cut of meat for emphasis. She’d never eaten a piece of steak that wasn’t thoroughly brown to its center in all of the time Marcy had known her.

  “Geez, Saul, what did you feed her over there in LA?”

  “I did nothing. Perhaps she has finally acquired the taste for proper cuisine.”

  They ended the night with a tour of the local Houston area. Marcy had a day of work to look forward to in the morning, so she begged out and retired to bed early, abandoning the lovebirds in the living room on the sofa.

  “I’m glad I got to meet you, Saul. Try not to eat us out of house and home until we can visit the grocery store.”

  Saul chuckled. “I will try. It has been a true pleasure to make your acquaintance, dear Marceline. Rest well.”

  “I plan to. Night, guys!”

  Without Marcy’s company, Chloe and Saul retired to the bedroom where she gently shut the door to keep Felix at bay. The oversized cat had entered her life first, but she planned to allow Saul the chance to acclimate to having a bite-sized animal in his presence that wasn’t on the menu. To soften the blow and spare them from a night of plaintive cries at the door, she had emptied a can of tuna into the cat’s dish.

  “Do you not intend to allow Felix inside?” Saul asked, concern coloring his voice.

  “Tomorrow night. I missed him, but I wanna give him tomorrow to adjust to having you around. He c
an be a little mean sometimes to new people.”

  “I will not eat him.”

  Chloe tugged off her dress and tossed aside her bra, eager to crawl beneath the taupe jersey sheets. The urgency in Saul’s voice distracted her from diving into bed. “I was joking when I said that, Saul… I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I know you wouldn’t eat him.” She hoped that was the case at least, restricting Felix from the room for entirely selfish reasons. She didn’t want the cat to startle her dragon in the morning and provoke his predatory instincts.

  His unreadable expression made a gradual transition, alluding to a smile then finally a grin. “It is long over, Chloe. Have no concern for that.”

  “But since we’re on the subject… remember what I said about midnight snacks and visits to the fridge,” Chloe warned.

  “Boxers.” Saul grinned at her and set aside his jeans. He preferred to go commando, but Mahasti had cautioned him to don appropriate clothing among the humans. It wouldn’t do for Marcy to step out of her room in the middle of the night to find a naked Viking look-alike in front of the fridge, even if it would probably be the most thrilling moment she’d had all year.

  Once Saul joined her in bed, she scooted in close against him and tugged the sheets over their nude bodies. The entire month in his company felt a dream, but the reality of sharing her bed with a mythological creature struck her as absolutely surreal.

  “Saul?” she whispered in the dark.

  “Hm?” His arm circled around her shoulders and kept her close. The secure presence of his body warmed her more than the sheets, a perfect contrast against the cold air circulated from the ceiling vents.

  “Thank you for coming home with me.”

  “You told me this once before.”

  “But I want to thank you again. I think Marcy really likes you.”

  “Your friend is a generous and likable woman.” His fingers traveled over her spine, a repetitive circuit that began anew at her nape and ended near the small of her back. She shivered beneath the touch.

  “I’m going to miss her.”

  “My affection comes without a time limit, Chloe. You are neither required to leave at this month’s end, nor will you be forced to abandon all you know and love. I will wait with you for as long as Marcy accepts my presence.”

  “She’d keep you here forever, I think. But I’m glad you two get along. It’ll make things easier in the long run, and she can always come and visit.”

  “She is welcome whenever you desire.” Saul continued his strokes down her back until he reached her ass and kneaded the soft flesh.

  “That feels nice.” She stirred beneath his touch and lifted her rump, sliding one knee under her body. She next drew the second beneath her and angled her backside into the air.

  “Chloe…” Saul’s hands circled her ass with firm pressure and his breath quickened.

  “I want you to take me like our very first night,” she whispered huskily.

  “I presumed you did not favor the position.”

  She pressed her ass into his palms, hot and needy. “Sometimes I dream about our first night in the cave, Saul. I may not like the position, but I like the way you do it.”

  Freddy had always made it a position of domination, preferring it especially whenever she indulged his desires for anal sex. Saul made it feel different, tender, loving, and wholly natural. It was a vital part of who he was, a mighty beast masquerading as a man.

  “Will there be another interruption from your feline?” A touch of humorous warmth filled his voice.

  “Saul, please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, all right? I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

  “I was never angry, Ch—”

  “Then just fuck me already!” All she could think of was having his cock buried inside of her. She didn’t just crave his touch, she needed it. Chloe had been hot and achy all day, a discomfort inspired by his every touch and as well as the longing looks he’d given her over dinner. She’d frequently wanted to rip his clothes off.

  She didn’t have to ask again. For a large man, Saul moved with agility when the mood struck him. He snaked into position behind her and took her hips in his hands, his possessive hold securing her in place to receive the forward nudge of his pelvis.

  “Always so wet for me.” His voice thrilled her, a sensual growl against her ear accompanied by the close proximity of their joining bodies. Together, it was undeniable bliss.

  “Always! Fuck yes, please,” she cried in satisfaction, urging him to continue. His cock filled and stretched her in all the right ways and every thrust stimulated her clit, which felt hypersensitive to even the most minor touch.

  Whenever Freddy stayed overnight, Marcy slept with earplugs and her alarm set on the highest volume. Chloe had no doubt that her best friend had adopted the same practice again.

  The headboard slammed against the wall while Chloe clung to it, the helpless recipient to the hard thrusts bringing their bodies together. She wished she could see him and even hungered for the joy of watching his features contort in bliss, but the deeper penetration came at a price.

  A mirror. I am buying a goddamn mirror if this is going to become normal for us. The mere thought of seeing him behind her, muscles rippling as he fucked her, caused Chloe to clench around him. Saul groaned and increased the tempo.

  Every stroke slapped his balls against her clit, and when Saul grinded to the full depth of her tight pussy, the world around her spun. His mouth sealed over the mark on her shoulder to deliver a suckling kiss.

  “Harder, baby, harder.”

  “I do not wish to harm you.”

  Chloe reached back and grabbed a harsh fistful of his hair, anchoring him close. “You won’t, baby. But if you don’t fuck me hard and deep right now I’m not responsible for what I do to you.”

  Her dragon’s chuckle raised goosebumps over her skin and ran a delectable shiver down her spine. “As my lady commands.” His hand ascended her flat stomach and palmed one breast. The nipple responded to his touch and stiffened.

  She lost all sense of the world around her. Nothing mattered but the movement of their bodies and the indulgent gratification it brought. Chloe moaned out, withholding nothing.

  “I’m so close,” she whimpered, rocking back against him frantically. Saul dropped a hand between her thighs and slid his calloused fingertips over her clit. A single flick against the sensitive nerve bundle was all it took. She cried out his name, lost all control, and surrendered to her orgasm. The climax spasmed her muscles — harder than she’d ever experienced in all of their many couplings, nearly forcing his dick from within her tight snatch. Saul’s feral growl vibrated through her ear, and then he slammed forward through the unyielding resistance.

  “Fuck!” she cried, drawing out the word on a long groan. “More, baby, more.”

  Saul’s hips pistoned forward in powerful, churning rhythm that pushed her orgasm beyond normal limits. Or maybe she was having multiples, each rolling into the next, too closely to be differentiated from each other. “Harder!” she screamed at him. The next thrust rocked Chloe physically against the headrail and pressed her cheek into the cool wood. Her climax became a pattern of starburst explosions, each blissful shudder radiating through her core.

  Chloe collapsed against the sheets. Ever since her soul-binding and mating with Saul, she no longer recalled the meaning of mediocre sex. She shuddered and snuck one hand between her thighs where his come created a slippery mess. A shower seemed like the next logical step, and would be, if she didn’t feel like someone had attached lead weights to her limbs.

  Multiple orgasms were a thing of fantasy in bad pornography and erotic novels. For Chloe, it had become a reality that left her drained and useless afterward. “Does… does tha
t ever stop happening?” she murmured up to him drowsily.

  “No.” He flashed her a sated grin and slipped out of bed. He returned moments later with a dampened, warm washcloth from the adjacent bathroom, and unlike any man of her past decade of sexual activity, he tenderly cleansed her body of the mess he’d made.

  Chloe felt like a queen.

  “What makes that happen? I know I’ve had a month or so to ask but…”

  Saul slipped from the bed to dispose of the cloth into the laundry bin. When he returned, his fair brows rose with curiosity. “I explained this to you but poorly, so you must forgive me. It is… you may think of it as natural selection. When a male dragon performs a soul bond with his mate, certain changes occur to produce young.”

  “To produce… young?”

  “We are magically inclined to gift one another immeasurable pleasure. As a result, you would submit to me more often, enhancing our chances of bearing little ones.”

  “Little ones?” Chloe’s voice cracked. Relax, Chloe, I’m pretty sure he’s not expecting babies right this second. Can I even have them? Don’t dragons lay eggs? I can’t lay eggs! Her inner worries approached hysteria and shattered the euphoria left in the wake of their sex.

  “What is wrong?” His abrupt question pierced through her frantic line of thoughts.

  “Nothing,” she lied while searching for a valid excuse.

  “Your heart races. I feel your anxiety, my love. Have I upset you? Have I said the wrong thing?”

  “No, Saul… It’s nothing you’ve done. I was thinking.”

  “Your thoughts appear heavier with each passing moment. What troubles you?” When she failed to answer, Saul persisted again in a gentler tone. “I am your mate. If I am not the one to whom you air your grievances, then what good am I to you?”

  “Why didn’t you talk to me earlier after the shower? You were upset but you didn’t speak,” she blurted out.

  “You did not ask.”

  He had her there. She’d assumed her preferential treatment to Felix angered him and let it go without inquiring. A nervous giggle slipped past Chloe’s lips as she burrowed into him for comfort. She loved him even more for his cool sense of logic and rationale.