Dragon Chains by Grace Goodwin
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Ryker groaned at the sweet sound of his name on her lips, his shaft hard and aching, his body adjusting to her every movement, every shuddering gasp as his lips devoured hers. He wanted, needed her. Mine.
Mate. Keep. Remove chains. Now.
His dragon’s demands rang loud inside his head. Ryker breathed deep. Absorbed his mate’s scent. Memorized every detail he could, unsure if the trembling came from his struggle to contain his dragon or from his mate this time. He’d waited centuries for this moment. Given up hope. And yet here she was. Long black hair. Flawless skin. Dark, sultry eyes full of mystery. Passion. Easy, dragon. She is human. She will not understand if you grab her and fly away with her to some remote island to woo her. I met her once. I could have sworn Emily Toure was not our mate.
True mate. Show her. Remove chains. Now.
Confusion warred with the white-hot, burning need he’d fought from the instant he’d seen her. He tore his lips from hers, every instinct he had urging him to make her fully his before another could claim her. He could figure out what was going on later, when his mind wasn’t clouded with such intense emotions, for one thing was very clear—this woman was his true mate.
There were Draquonir, dragon kind, everywhere. Most came from within his domain. His clan. Ryker looked around the crowded dance floor, zeroing in on the outsiders. He had been away far too long. He, unlike some of the other kings, did not tolerate mixing of the clans. Experience had taught him how treacherous the others could be. His own uncle had mated a dragon from a distant clan, only to be betrayed. She had chosen loyalty to them over the love of her mate, slaughtering innocent dragons in the dark of night. Tonight, however, his only concern, his only thought would be for his mate.
Eyes flashing, he allowed his dragon to push dangerously close to the surface to let out a vocal warning too low for the humans in the club to hear. His message was unmistakable. Leave. The woman in his arms was his. Every male and female Draquonir had become aware their king was inside. There was no hiding who he was, the alpha. His dominance absolute and unmistakable.
Excitement buzzed in the air. The tension was palpable. They knew of his predicament. Knew of his dragon’s torment. Knew how truly dangerous he had become without his mate and, consequently, his date with the executioner.
The club began to clear, and he captured her lips a second time, teasing, tugging at her full lower lip until she was breathless with anticipation. When he would have ended the kiss, she did not allow it, instead wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing closer. Opening for him.
Ryker didn’t hesitate. He plundered the treasure that was her mouth, his appetite for her erupting into a blazing inferno in his blood. He could never get enough of her. Would never tire of her. His large hands clamped around her hips as he lifted her with ease to sit on the edge of the bar he’d maneuvered them toward.
* * *
The cold metal from the bar top seeped through Katy’s dress, drawing her attention from Ryker’s kisses to what was going on around her. Everyone was leaving.
“I-I think the club is closing,” Katy panted, regret blooming in her chest. Disappointment. “I should go.”
Ryker pulled her closer, his only response a low growl of denial.
Katy knew exactly how he felt. She didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want him to stop. For a moment her natural reserve kicked in. Lifting one hand from the bar top, she tunneled through his thick hair. Tugged. “Ryker.”
At last he drew back just enough to look into her eyes. He knew his own would be full of hunger. Need. His breath as ragged as hers, he cocked an eyebrow, his dragon too close to the surface for him to speak. His voice would be a mixture of dragon and man, and he had no idea how she would react. He was in control for now. Barely. He waited for a sign from her to continue. He’d never wanted anything as badly as he wanted her now, but the choice must be hers. Always hers.
Katy squirmed. Tugged at Ryker’s hair again. He had to listen to her. She had to make him listen. “Ryker. We have to stop. The club is closing.” She scanned the room looking for Mist, her pulse jumping in fear. “Even-even my new friend is gone.”
The full meaning of her words was slow to penetrate his lust-filled mind. Ryker froze, although every part of him wanted to continue. Make her his. Here. Now. On the bar. On the floor. The place mattered little. He was rock-hard and needed to be inside her, yet honor forbade him from continuing. With supreme effort he relaxed his hands. Put a fraction of distance between their bodies. He would have to risk speaking in order to explain. “Do not fear me. Mist trusts me, knows I would never hurt you. I care for my own. The discoteca belongs to me. We can do as we wish. If you prefer more comfort, I have a suite above here that I use when I want to stay overnight.”
Katy nearly melted into a puddle of goo at Ryker’s words. His voice, sexy as sin before, had deepened even further. Like magic, each word pulsed through her body. Her breasts became heavy, her nipples tightened painfully, while her inner core throbbed and wept with desire. Every hair on her body stood on end. Tingled with electricity.
Mist knew Ryker? Knew all along who owned the club? And he had a suite upstairs? Every naughty, bad-girl fantasy she’d ever had flashed through her mind, ramped her up even more. She caught her breath. He could take her up against the bar. The wall. The floor. The bed. He could take her. And take her. And take her. Yes. Yes. Yes. Eyes locked to his, she nodded her consent.
Ryker swept her up in his arms, a driving need to hold her close stealing over him. He had her consent. Dragons mated for life. He was no different as a man. He was primitive. Possessive. He needed her. There would be no turning back. From that moment on he would be dedicated to her happiness, his body an instrument of pleasure. Whatever she needed, he would provide. Hot and slow or hard and fast.
Ryker made a swift decision. The bed. Then the bar. He chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
Ryker looked down at the woman he would cherish forever. The woman who was definitely not Emily Toure.
The twin. She had to be the twin sister he’d read about in Emily’s background report. Katy. He could throttle both of them for whatever scheme they were up to, but he was too damn grateful. Maybe a good, sound spanking on that delectable ass for this one. Later. Much, much later. If she was into that kind of thing. With a grin, he spoke the truth. “Mia Regina, you are lighter than air. I could hold you in my arms forever and never tire.”
“Oh hell,” she panted, his words a soothing balm and a girl’s dream come true all rolled into one. “You’re a smooth-talking devil on top of everything else, and I’m falling for it. Have you seen my ass?” she asked, wiggling for good measure.
Ryker laughed from deep in his chest, his heart rejoicing. His spirit lifted. His woman was a spitfire. He paused long enough to give her another drugging kiss, pleased that by the time he drew away, her eyes were once again heavy with promise. Need. Her face flushed with desire.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
“Your wish is my command.” Ryker took the stairs three at a time, then carried her down the long hallway. The door to his suite opened on silent hinges. He stepped through, then allowed her to slide down his body until her feet touched the ground while the door slid shut behind them. He turned her around and pulled her in close so that her back was to his front, the contact igniting a fire in his blood.
Katy moaned as Ryker’s hands explored, teased, stroked her through the dress as his lips traveled up and down her sensitized neck. She felt his cock, long and hard, wedged between their bodies. She placed her hands on his thighs, spread her legs just enough to allow him access, and leaned back into him as he lifted the edge of her dress and dived his hand under her black lace panties. His finger unerringly found her center and drove deep. She was wet. Ready. She let out a cry of pleasure as he set up a hard, fast tempo.
Legs weak, hands trembling, she dug her nails into his thighs. His only response was to work her harder, place his foot to the inside of hers and spread her legs wider. His other hand joined the first beneath her panties, two fingers spreading her feminine lips, the other pressing, playing with her clit just the way she liked it. Her toes curled at the intense pleasure. Lightning raced up her spine. She held her breath. She was so close.
“Let yourself go, regina mia. Fly. I will always catch you.”
Katy couldn’t hold on. An orgasm ripped through her body. She was engulfed by waves of pleasure. She cried out his name as he pushed her over the edge.
Her legs gave out completely, and true to his word, Ryker caught her. She barely registered the opulent decor as he carried her past the living area, den, and into his private rooms. She saw but didn’t care about the huge, modern kitchen, the ultra-plush carpet, the crown molding or large sprawling sofas. Didn’t care about the heavy wooden shelving packed with books and mementos. Not even the priceless works of art on the wall or the sparkling chandeliers. It was all a blur. Nothing mattered but him. “Ryker.”
Katy gasped in awe as they entered the main bedchamber. Hundreds of tiny candles flickered in the darkened room, focusing her attention. Some cast deep shadows along the wall; some were scattered about the floor, giving a romantic, almost otherworldly feel to the room. “How?”
Ryker’s face lit up at her obvious pleasure. “Do you like it?”
“Of course,” she gasped, “but—but how?”
“Magic.”
Katy laughed. “Magic, or great housekeeping?”
Ryker smiled wolfishly as he placed her in the center of his king-size bed and removed her shoes. “Definitely magic.”
“Ah. I see.” Katy grinned mischievously, feeling playful. “Well, how about you magic your way out of that shirt?”
Ryker paused, enthralled by the imp he saw before him. So she liked to play, did she? If only she knew she was baiting a dragon. He smiled slowly, unbuttoned his shirt the human way.
Katy devoured him with her eyes as he revealed ropes of muscle across very broad shoulders. His chest and abs were no less impressive. As quickly as her playful mood arose, it was gone by the time Ryker’s large, strong hands undid the last button. She knew those hands now. Knew how good they could make her feel. Knew how strong he was after carrying her so easily. Her face and neck flushed anew as he stood before her bare-chested. Confident. Masterful. An alpha in his prime.
She was far from satisfied. His naked torso did nothing but whet her appetite for more. More pleasure. More Ryker. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly full of cotton.
Katy’s breathing hitched up a notch as he climbed onto the bed. She didn’t remember him removing his shoes, but they were gone. He was all lithe sinew and muscle as he stalked her like a panther, his eyes locked to hers. She couldn’t move. Didn’t want to.
He started at her feet. His every kiss shot little electric pings through her body. She writhed with need. Wanted him to hurry, to bury himself deep inside her. Fill the emptiness she hadn’t even known was there. She cried out as he reached her center, his hands making short work of her panties, eliminating the thin barrier between his hot mouth and her most vulnerable nub.
His mouth and tongue worked her into a frenzy. She panted. Moaned. Need pushed her higher and higher until she couldn’t lie still. Her hips shifted position, arching up for more. His arm clamped her down, held her still as his tongue penetrated deep. His hand took over where his mouth left off, working her engorged nub. She couldn’t take any more. Screamed as she was swamped with waves of heat. Pleasure. This orgasm was even stronger than the last. Ryker’s only response was a grunt of male satisfaction before starting the process all over again.
Still, she wanted more. Needed, with every breath in her body, for him to fill her. She grabbed his head, her fingers buried in his hair, and tugged gently. She didn’t have to say a word. Somehow he just knew what she wanted. What she needed.
He flipped her over to unzip her dress. The zipper caught. Wouldn’t budge. With a growl of frustration, he ripped the fabric in two. She should have been angry that her dress was ruined, but instead she thrilled at his eagerness.
Katy rolled to her back, tugged at his belt. Undid the latch. He needed no other encouragement, got off the bed, and removed his pants. He wore no underwear. Her eyes opened wide as he stood before her, his cock hard and ready, the tip leaking in anticipation. He was huge. Long and thick.
Ryker swept her up and resettled her on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, her legs straddling his. With one hand he held her locked to him; the other bunched her hair. Tugged at her long tresses until she gave him access to her neck. Her body. With her head tipped back, her breasts arched. He bent his head, laved first one nipple, then the other, pleased at how sensitive she was. How responsive.
“Please. Please.”
Ryker growled, every muscle tense. Ready to pleasure his woman all night. To ready her for their joining. “Please what?”
“Please. Now. I want you now. Inside me,” she panted, grinding against him.
Ryker could deny her nothing. Positioning her over his cock, he lowered her, one agonizingly slow inch at a time, until she could take no more. They both groaned.
Katy had never felt so full. He was so big he stretched her to the limit. She ached. Throbbed. Her body quaked in reaction to his invasion.
She clung to his shoulders. Didn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
“Easy, regina mia,” he soothed, his hands at her hips holding her steady. “Easy.”
As she relaxed, her desire rekindled. His cock twitched inside her. She couldn’t help herself. She moved. He slipped in another inch, and she cried out. “Oh God.”
Ryker broke out in a sweat and gritted his teeth to keep from driving his cock the rest of the way in. He had yet to bottom out. He knew how big he was. He hesitated, then sent a tendril of magic into her to ease his way. To help her body accept him. She was human. He doubted she would even notice.
Katy was suddenly swamped with the strongest orgasm of her life. It was sudden. Crashed through her like a tidal wave. She screamed in release, her core milking his cock, taking him deeper. Deeper. Her whole body shook in reaction. Her eyes rolled back. The room spun. She’d never felt such intense pleasure.
“Stay with me,” Ryker commanded, shocked by her response to his magic. He grinned. Sent her another jolt and watched her fall apart again. “Damn,” he whispered, his chest filled with smug male pride.
Katy’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body pulsing with need as he lifted her up and slammed her back down over his hard shaft. Again and again. Up he drove her, demanding orgasm after orgasm. In the bed. The shower. The kitchen table. He was relentless. Tireless. All night long he pleasured her, filled her with his hot seed.
At long last, too tired even for one more round of the most amazing sex of her life, Katy’s eyes drifted closed as she snuggled into the crook of Ryker’s shoulder.
Confident Katy was asleep, Ryker used his magic to float the sheets back into place. He kissed her gently, his heart full of tenderness for his mate. Love.
He sighed. Sleep would be a long time coming. He had much planning to do if he was to be ready for tomorrow. Whatever Emily Toure and his mate had planned, he needed to be ready. He couldn’t lose Katy. In an instant she had become the center of his universe. If she left him, if she refused him, his life would be forfeit.
