Dragon Hunter by Charlene Hartnady
Chapter 19
Avalanche agreed.
The male had agreed to everything, even though Fog had spelled it all out. He had laid it all out there. The whole shitshow of a rescue mission. Fog left nothing unsaid. Not when it came to going down into the ground. Who their foe really was. Not to mention how Fog planned on tackling things once they got down there. Shit-fucking-show! In the end, Avalanche had still agreed with a grunt and a nod.
He agreed!
Fog wouldn’t be alone. There were tricky parts to this mission, parts that required an all-in team member, which he now had. Sure, he would have found a way to make it work on his own, but now he didn’t have to. He had Avalanche. The male was strong, loyal, and far more intelligent than anyone gave him credit for. Since he’d started paying more attention to his teammate, he’d noticed Avalanche with his head buried in a book on more than one occasion. There was more to the huge, skulking male than met the eye. Fog was hoping to get to know him better. To perhaps become friends.
They were meeting in a couple of hours to prepare and to make final plans. Right now, Fog couldn’t wait to tell Riley the good news and to spend some time with her. It was important that he get more of his scent on her before he left. He found himself bristling at the males who might come sniffing in his absence. All the more reason to spend some quality time with her.
Fog walked into his chamber. “Hi, I—”
Holy dragon wings!
By scale and by fire.
Fog’s jaw dropped so hard he might have broken it. Or, at the very least, sprained it.
Riley gasped. Her eyes widened, and she threw a hand over her chest.
“Red is your color,” Fog choked out. “You’re gorgeous. So beautiful… Wow!” He realized that he was closing the distance between them and stopped. He didn’t want to spook her. Aside from the gasp and her arm across her chest, she was standing there, motionless. “I’m going to have to ask Melina’s soon-to-be mate what her favorite flower is. I will need to send her several dozen bouquets together with a personal note thanking her for…for this.” He let his eyes drift down. He could still see her plump nipples through the lace. Could still see her ample flesh as it spilled over the tops of the cups. Her deep cleavage, even though her arm was in the way now. Fuck! He let his eyes drift lower to her flared hips. To the red lace covering the strip of hair on her sex. His cock twitched. “Remind me of your rule again, Riley. I think you said that a bra would be acceptable. You said that, didn’t you?” His gaze found hers.
She wore a bra and panties that were made from sheer lace in a fire-engine red that had his blood racing. Actually, it had nothing to do with the set and everything to do with the female wearing it. “You’re…you’re so fucking beautiful.” He hoped she believed him. Prayed it.
She stood there. Her chest heaving. He could see a thousand thoughts racing through her head. He could see warring emotions.
“Please, Riley. I don’t want to scare you. Or upset you. Grab a shirt if it’ll make you more comfortable. Say something, though. Anything.”
She licked her lips.
“I’m leaving for the caves in the morning. All I can say is that I want you any which way I can get you. I’ll stick to the rules. I swear. I just want to be inside you again. I need to be inside you again. If you’ll let me, I’ll happily go to my death; if that’s where this mission takes me, at least I’ll die a happy male.”
“Don’t say that.” She frowned. “I’ve been thinking, and maybe you shouldn’t go.”
What?He shook his head. “I have to go. It’s done. The wheels are in motion.”
“It’s dangerous.”
He nodded. It was no use lying. “There are no other options. Avalanche will go with me. We’ll find your friend. It’s us or nothing. We have to go. We have to save Ashlyn.”
“I’m worried about you.”
It warmed his heart to hear her say it. “I told you, I’ll be okay. My plan will work.” It was crazy, to say the least. “I’ll be back with your friend before you even start to miss me,” he tried to joke.
She chewed on her lip. “And then Ash and I can go home. Back to our lives.” Her eyes seemed to cloud for a moment, like maybe she didn’t like the idea as much anymore.
He nodded. “I don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t want to think about any of it. I just want to be with you. Here and now.”
She gave him this shy half-smile. “You need more of your scent on me?”
There was so much more to it. “Most definitely.” He nodded.
“Okay.” She let her arm fall to her side. He could see that it cost her a lot to bare herself to him because she was bared. The two scraps of lace did nothing to cover her. Not a damned thing.
Fog kept his eyes on hers. He pulled his pants from his body, yanking the material down his legs. Then he stood before her, his cock jutting from his hips. Her gaze lowered. It turned hungry. He could scent her arousal.
After holding back for a few more seconds, Fog closed the distance between them with long strides.
He had to use every last resolve not to tear off her panties and sink himself into her up against the wall like an animal. Instead, he cupped her cheeks and covered her mouth with his. Fog groaned and deepened the kiss. Fucking hell! He could get lost in her. Drown in her. He grasped her chin, demanding that she give him more, and Riley rose to the occasion. She mewled into his mouth. Her lace-clad nipples pebbled against him. He could scent her need. Candied apples and cherries; fucking delicious.
Fog pushed one of his thighs between her legs. “Mmmmmm,” he whispered against her lips.
He slid a hand between them, cupping her pussy. Fucking hell! Her lace slip was soaking wet. He couldn’t help himself when his chest vibrated, and a low rumble escaped. His dick gave a lurch, desperate to be inside her. Using two fingers, Fog shoved the fabric aside and slipped his fingers between her folds, zoning in on her clit.
Riley cried out, but he swallowed the sound as his fingers softly circled her bundle of nerves. She arched her back, breathing heavily through her nose.
Using the same two fingers, he pushed into her. “So damned wet,” he mumbled against her lips. He crooked his fingers a little, seeking out her g-spot. When she left in a couple of days, he wanted her to think of him. To remember him. To remember this. He wanted her to know how desirable she was. That she deserved everything and more. Riley deserved a male who would worship her.
From the way her eyes widened and the sound of her sharp intake of breath, he reckoned he’d found the spot. Good! Using firm, easy strokes, he finger-fucked her, listening as her heart rate sped up. How her breathing became ragged. So damned sexy.
Just as her pussy began to tighten, he slowed right down, easing off her sweet spot. He moved back to her clit, and using one finger, he made lazy circles around the swollen nub. Round and round and round. Her back arched, her eyes closed, her head rolled back against the wall. Riley bit down on her lower lip, holding it between her teeth. She moaned loudly as he slipped back across her clit.
Fog took back her mouth.
She kissed him this time, sucking on his tongue and nipping at his lips. His balls pulled tight as he pushed three fingers into her tight-as-fuck pussy.
“Yes! Oh…oh… Yes!” she groaned softly as he began to slowly pump in and out, thrusting a little harder, a little quicker. “So…good,” she murmured as he picked up the pace.
Using the pad of his thumb, he rubbed her tight nub. One, two, three times, and her face became taut. Her eyes rolled back. Her pussy tightened around his fingers. She clamped her mouth tightly shut. Her hips rocked in tight circular motions.
Then she yelled his name as her pussy clamped him hard. He kept her there for a time before slowing and softening his movements. Riley slumped against him. She was breathing hard. Strands of her hair clung to her forehead.
Fog gave her a few moments to catch her breath. Her breathing slowed, and she finally lifted her head. Her eyes were still a little hazy. She was smiling gently; her breathing was still hard.
He brushed a couple of wayward strands from her face. “I really need to fuck you now, Riley.”
He watched as her pupils narrowed with lust.
“I want inside your snug pussy. I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you that you’ll come hard and fast.”
She licked her lips. “I love it when you talk dirty,” she murmured.
Fog picked her up, feeling all her curves against him. Riley was curvy in all the right places. Plenty curvy. Tits, ass, hips, belly. She had it all. He kept his eyes on her face. Locked on her beautiful eyes. He wanted to watch her come. Burned with the desire. He picked her up, depositing her on his bed. Then he moved back a little to admire her. The red of the lace was stark against the white of his sheets.
Fog stood there and burned her into his memory.
“What?” She suddenly looked self-conscious and even wrapped an arm across her belly and another one across her breasts.
Fog shook his head. “Don’t cover yourself. I’m admiring you. I’m looking at everything I’m about to have.” Everything he was about to leave. He lifted his eyes up to meet hers. “You are exquisite.”
“Oh, please.” She made a snorting sound. “Hardly. I need to lose a few pounds, and gravity—”
“Stop right there. You’re tiny and yet curvy. You’re fucking beautiful, Riley.”
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she let her arms drop to her sides. Fog could scent her arousal. So decadent.
“I want you so badly and in so many ways. I want to lick you out. On your knees would be good too, or bent over that sofa. I want you riding me, but I also want you on your back with your legs over my shoulders. Wish we had more time.”
Her eyes clouded. Shit, he should not have referenced leaving.
“I’m going to make the most of this. Of you, Riley. I’m going to savor you tonight.”
She licked her lips and nodded once. Her pupils were huge. Her breathing labored. “The whole night,” she said, her words timid. It was most definitely a statement, not a question.
“First this, then I’ll meet with Avalanche, then the savoring will begin in earnest.” He bit back a smile as he crawled over her. Fog nuzzled her neck. Took in her sweet scent.
Riley clasped his biceps and whimpered as he took her mouth. She opened her legs, locking them around him. Not as timid as she used to be. His chest warmed. His dick throbbed as it settled between the juncture of her thighs, her panties, the only barrier between them.
“I’m so afraid,” she whispered. He knew it had nothing to do with this.
“Don’t think about it now.” He kissed her neck, and she sighed.
“You’re right.” Her arms slid around him.
“I know I am,” he growled, slipping his hand between them and pushing aside the lace that covered her sex.
Riley groaned; she reached up and kissed him. He lifted her thighs higher on his body, and slowly…very slowly, he pushed into her wet heat. Fog broke the kiss, keeping his forehead to hers as he pushed all the way home, all the while biting back a snarl. “You feel fucking amazing.”
“So do you.” She was already panting heavily.
He began to move, watching as her eyes first widened and then rolled back. He kept his movements even. Slow, careful thrusts. At this angle, he knew he had her g-spot. Right there! Yes! Her head fell back, and she groaned so deeply it had his balls pulling up, his skin tightening. He was already so damned close.
He leaned down and suckled on her nipple, right through the lace. Using the fabric to heighten the sensation. Riley cried out, gripping his hair and arching her back, almost making him come then and there. He had to hold back. Had to! All the while, he kept thrusting into her hard and yet slow. So deep. She took him. All of him. All. Of. Him. Into her tight confines. He was grunting hard with each rough thrust. Lost in her, like an animal. Her mouth was slack; her moans were music to his ears. So beautiful!
His scales rubbed him raw beneath his skin. He lifted slightly, looking down between them, to where they were joined. To where his cock pummeled into her welcoming flesh. The red lace shoved carelessly out of the way was sexy as fuck. It all was.
“Look,” he murmured, tilting up her hips so that it was easier to see where his cock pushed inside her flesh. How she stretched around him. How wet his cock was with her juices. He choked back a groan, trying not to come.
Riley looked between them. Her breath caught. He hoped she saw what he saw. That their joined bodies were sexy to her. That this was right. Then her moans turned insistent. Her arms were tightening around him. Her breath came in sharp pants. Fog looked at Riley’s face. At how her eyes widened. She cried out as her pussy spasmed around him. Riley called his name with a strangled wail. Her eyes clouded with pleasure. Her fingers dug into him.
All Fog wanted was to roar and to empty himself inside her. He held on, though. Held on for dear fucking life while she came apart in his arms. He jerked hard, picking up the pace as his back bowed. His gums ached. His teeth sharpened. The need to bite her hit him, and it hit him hard. The need to mark her consumed him. He eased his hold, eased his thrusts. Watched as she came down. It took everything in him not to give in to all of these sensations and just to come inside her. To make her come again while he took what he needed. To mark her. Claim her. No! Fuck!
It physically hurt him to pull out of her sweet, tight heat. To move to his knees.
Riley moaned in protest. Her legs were splayed. Her wet pussy bared to him, the lace still crumpled to one side. Her gaze was glassy. Her cheeks flushed. She watched in what looked like fascination as he fisted his cock and began to tug, using hard strokes. All he wanted was to bury himself back in her slick folds. Riley licked her lips, her gaze hazy. She was still panting hard. Her chest heaved. So sexy, so damned perfect. Her lush tits encased in lace. Fog locked eyes with hers. Those beautiful blue orbs pulling him in. Fucking drowning him. His teeth still felt sharp. Fuck! He didn’t want to think about what that meant.
The first spurt erupted, landing on her belly. The second was with more force; it splattered all over her glorious chest. Fog groaned, crunching slightly over his middle. His hips were jerking. He kept his eyes on hers, kept fisting his cock until the last of his seed was on her smooth skin.
Then he collapsed next to her, struggling to catch his breath. They lay like that for a few minutes. Their breathing filling the chamber.
“Holy crap, but that was…that was…” Riley whispered.
“Incredible,” he said, smiling.
“Yes. Thank you.”
He turned to her. “No need to thank me.” He leaned up and kissed her softly on the mouth. Half expecting her to push him away. “I’m sorry about the mess.” He gave her a half-smile. What he had really wanted was to come inside her. He’d wanted…things he couldn’t have.
She choked out a laugh. “No, you’re not.”
“Okay, okay, you got me there.” He laughed too. Fog took her hand. Her fingers curled around his, holding him tightly.
