HUNTED BY A DRAGON: Fated Dragon Series (Book 2 of 3) (DRAGON MATED) Read online

  When she was completely naked, I gazed down at her, assuring myself again that she was unharmed. Not a single burn or scratch. Awesome.

  No, fuck.

  With her hands still tied over her head and her ankles bound snuggly, she looked like a feast I could savor at will.

  She licked her lips again, and her eyes smoldered. “Okay, so, maybe…I might be willing to…”

  The man inside me roared, eager to break through.

  I had to mark her.

  Stepping away from her, I hunched forward and, with a muted groan, I changed.

  “Holy all fuck,” she yelled. She squirmed and wiggled, but there was no getting free from her ties. “You’re not just a dragon.”

  “I am a man.”

  “A, um, oh double fuck…” Her gaze trailed down my body and focused on my cock. When it twitched in response to her attention, she moaned and stopped struggling.

  “Happy Birthday to me,” she said softly. “Are you, like, Jenny & PJ’s big surprise gift? They said they had one for me, so you must be. Did they hook me up with a hired stud who sidelines in pyrotechnics?” She glanced around, and her eyes widened, as if she’d come to a conclusion. “Oh, wait. That would make sense. The bug things were very good holographs, except the few that touched me. Those were people in costumes. And you…well, that was an awesome dragon costume you were wearing, too. You were suspended on wires hooked to the ceiling, and someone tugged you around. The fire coming from your…snout was a nice touch, too. Those incinerated bugs actually feel through trap doors in the…stage.” She frowned. “I assume it was a big stage. Anyway. I commend you on your creativity.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “That this is all just my birthday gift, right?”

  I was happy to give her whatever she desired. Unsure of what she spoke of, though, I latched onto the name. Jenny. Drek’s mate.

  As I’d guessed, this woman was one of the two I’d been sent to find.

  In fact, more than half my people were out looking for this woman and their friend.

  Since my search had taken me near, I’d stopped at the Lifegiver pool and miraculously received her blessing. I assumed I’d find Jenny’s friends after meeting up with my mate.

  Secretly, though, I’d hoped one of her friends was my mate.

  The Lifegiver was infinitely kind and generous.

  “Jenny did send me,” I said.

  “Ha! I knew it. You’re pretty damn sexy, but you probably already know that, since you’re a…male escort, right?”

  “You’re my mate. I live only to give you pleasure.”

  “Aw, hell.” She grinned, and her body relaxed against her binds. “This is the best birthday gift ever. What exactly did they pay for, anyway?” At my frown, she added, “I know this is a delicate subject, but, um, how far are you able to take this?” Her voice lowered, as if she didn’t want me to hear, but dragons had superior hearing. “Please tell me you’re going to fuck me.”

  “Fucking is not permitted.” Try telling that to my damn cock, which was pressing against my abs.

  Her face scrunched, and her soft sigh eked out. “Oh, yeah. Of course. I understand. That would cost more, I bet. Or, you could have contractual boundaries that prohibited sex with clients. Something like that. I get it.”

  “I will…” I cleared the husky voice I barely recognized. But, damn, I ached to touch her. Fuck her. But I must obey the rules.

  First, I must take her back to my palace.

  Then, I must woo her.

  Once she’d consented, we would wed.

  Then, and only then, could I toss her onto my bed and make love to her for hours.

  However, as the one who ran my family’s businesses, I’d built our fortune by bending the rules on more than one occasion.

  Would the Lifegiver steal back her blessing if I did this out of order?

  “If you ask me to,” I said, the words coming from me, despite my good intentions. “I will love your body until you scream.” It wasn’t really breaking the rules if she asked, because it was my role to please her, even if we hadn’t yet wed.

  “Hell, yeah,” she said eagerly. “Maybe Jenny and PJ did pay for the elite package. Because, your package…” Her head tilted, and she stared up at me. “It’s, like, gigantic. Normally, I’d never go for something like this. Hired sex?” She shrugged her lovely shoulders. “But, jeez, guys do it all the time, why not women? And, if I know my friends, they hired someone who has been well-screened by a doctor.”

  I lifted my brows, trying to process her stream of conversation.

  “Is it wrong of me to want you?” she asked, her head tilting.

  “We’re soon to be mated,” I said with a growl. “It’s only right for you to want me.”

  “Mated. Sure. So,” she said with a heated smile that made my cock twitch. “What happens next? This is all foreign territory for me. But I’m eager to go on an adventure if you’re willing to come along.” She laughed merrily.

  “I merely wait for you to command me.”

  “Whoa. Command you?” Her full lips twitched. “I kinda like that. Does that mean you’ll do whatever I ask?”

  “Everything you ask.”

  “Hmm…” Her gaze narrowed on my cock, and she bit down hard on her lower lip. “Why don’t we start with my breasts?”

  “Of course.” I straddled her, bracing myself with my palms and knees on the stone floor, and nipped at her throat. “I’d love to break a few rules.”

  Chapter Three

  Tanya

  If my hands had been free, I would’ve fanned my face.

  Break a few rules, huh?

  “Exactly what do you mean by that?” I asked.

  Sometimes, I could be obtuse. No reason he couldn’t lay this all out for me.

  “I will fuck you.”

  My heavy sigh was followed by multiple pitter-patters of my heart, because there was nothing like a guy who made his intentions clear to a girl. “Okay.”

  “Tell me your name?” he asked as he kissed his way down my throat. “I’m Kemir.”

  My body relaxed, turning to mush from the feel of his lips on my sensitive skin. Magic lips that sent fire shooting through my veins.

  Wait. What was he asking? Oh, yes. Names.

  “Kemir is unusual.” Of course, it was, silly! It was probably a fake name. A porn name.

  But I liked it. It sounded…foreign, which went with his rich, golden skin, sun-streaked blond hair, and dark green eyes. Long lashes, but wasn’t that just like a guy? He’d been gifted with the genetic bonus most women would kill for. I had to wear fake ones whenever I posed for a shoot.

  His muscular body wasn’t half bad, either.

  “I’m Tanya.” It did make sense to go through introductions first. Considering how we were about to get down and dirty, I really should know the name of the man who’d…Well, he did say he was here to please me in every way imaginable.

  My pulse fluttered as his fingertips stroked up my sides.

  I’d never in the world considered doing anything like this. Leave it to PJ and Jenny to dream up this scenario for me.

  But, if I knew my friends, they’d looked into this thoroughly before purchasing this guy’s services.

  He’d be beyond satisfying.

  Besides, it was my birthday. Why not lay back and enjoy my gift? After we finished, I’d never see him again. Which already made me sad, because he was gorgeous and nice, but it wasn’t as if I could afford to pay him to hang around, myself.

  Strange that they’d arranged for that weird flight down through the caves, though. But PJ was extra imaginative, and they had suggested I have a little fun tonight.

  “You’re beautiful.” He swallowed as he slid the back of his knuckles along my cheek. My neck. Down toward my breasts, which already burned for his touch. From the catch in his throat, he acted as if he was into this as much as I was. That would be a bonus.

  Heat pooled between my legs, and he’d b
arely touched me.

  Damn, but he had a phenomenal cock. It bobbed against my thigh, thick and full and primed for action.

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about this reverse Pretty Woman thing, though. I mean, I’d never paid anyone for sex. Never had to. When I had an urge, guys came to me willingly.

  Not quite this willing, however.

  I’d never been one to waste hard-earned money.

  Speaking of hard.

  “Are you going to untie me?” Was that my voice sounding all throaty and breathy?

  His fingertips stilled, so freakin' close to my breasts I could arch up and he’d cup them.

  “Do you want me to untie you?” he asked.

  “You'll have to, won't you? At least my legs.” I ached to spread them wide. “Eventually.”

  “Then let’s leave you as you are for now.”

  From the way my skin was flaming, I was getting into the tied-up idea. There was something appealing about lying on the ground and letting a guy do whatever he wanted with my body.

  It was irresistible.

  He cupped my breasts with both hands, then leaned forward and exhaled on one nipple.

  Sharp tingles sped through me like wildfire, and I moaned.

  Crap. If all it took was one breath to bring me close to coming, this was going to be a short session.

  Please, please, tell me this package comes with more than one orgasm.

  I snickered, trying to imagine filling out an application for something like that. Would there be a box to check off for multiple orgasms versus one? And could you indicate whether you preferred oral or deep plunging for those orgasms?

  PJ and Jenny had probably insisted on both.

  Damn, I hoped they had.

  Taking my nipple into his mouth, he bit down and rolled it between his teeth.

  I bucked against my bonds, my hips reaching up for…Something. I’d never responded this quickly to a guy before. Whatever this feeling was, I hoped he could keep delivering.

  He slid his tongue across the tip, while his hand stroked my other breast, pinching.

  Eyes rolling back in my head, I panted out, “Yes. Yes.”

  He slid his hands down my hips, mumbling something that sounded like gorgeous. Which made me preen, because I liked that he enjoyed bigger women.

  His fingers found the ties at my ankle and, as I’d hoped, he released them.

  My feet spasmed for a moment as blood pumped back into my toes. I stretched my legs, then braced my feet on the ground and shifted myself off the stick, which had been digging into my backbone.

  My hands remained tied, but I’d see where this took me.

  When I started to drop my knees back to the ground, he stilled them with a soft stroke of his fingers and a heady smile. “Leave them up.” His gaze focused between my legs, and I squirmed, because I knew I was dripping already.

  Would he consider me being wet this fast a turnoff?

  “Tanya,” he breathed out as he dropped down between my thighs.

  Forget about dripping. I was now a gushing geyser.

  Please, touch me!

  I must’ve shouted the words instead of holding them behind my lips, because he chuckled. “Anything you desire is yours.”

  “I desire it. I do!”

  “This?” He parted my folds with his callused fingers and, leaning close, he breathed on me again.

  As lightning jolted through my clit, I arched off the ground and shouted hoarsely.

  Oh shit, I’d almost come. But I needed to hold back and enjoy every second. Just in case PJ and Jenny had only checked off one orgasm.

  Crap. Let there be more.

  His tongue licked up my slit, then he sucked in the bud at the top, his teeth tightening around it. Rolling it.

  While I writhed and ground myself toward his mouth and begged for more, he kept at it.

  “How does this feel?” he asked as he slid one finger inside me.

  Heaven. Pure heaven. “More!”

  Another laugh while he pumped in and out, his tongue and teeth still doing a number on my clit.

  Two fingers. Three.

  Oh, hell, I wasn’t going to be able to hold back.

  “Come for me, Tanya,” he murmured against my pussy, the rumble of the words against my exposed flesh shooting up my spine, all the way to the ends of my hair.

  “I…I…”

  “Yes?”

  “How many times did they pay for?”

  “Times?”

  “Yes! How many times am I allowed to orgasm?”

  He grinned up at me while his fingers shoved in and out, driving me ever closer to the edge. “There is no limit to your orgasms, sweet.”

  As his fingers moved faster and he sucked on my clit, I rocketed all the way to the stars.

  He stroked me as I slowly came back down to the surface, his fingers gently moving inside me, like he thought I’d be ready for more in a second. I’d never…Well, most guys were barely good for one orgasm, let alone several.

  “Whew,” I said, my breath still rushing in and out of me. My pulse thumped in my throat, and I wiggled a bit to get comfy on the ground. “That was fun.”

  “We’ve barely begun.” His fingers continued to move, pushing deep inside me, as his thumb started rubbing at the top. Sharp, almost stinging jolts made me shudder in a mix of pain and pleasure. And little tingles spread through me as shock waves continued to flash across my skin.

  Leaning over me again, he exhaled.

  Flames licked up my backbone, and I tipped my head back and thrashed on the ground.

  Maybe I could be ready for more orgasms immediately.

  “Tell me what you need,” he said.

  His enormous cock still strained upward, and I had to wonder how he’d get it inside me. If my hands were free, I would’ve tested his length, his width. But, from my visual inspection alone, I’d say I’d have a hard time getting a full grip around him. And, while I’d heard of people measuring their vaginas, I hadn’t. He looked ten, twelve inches long. Would I be able to accommodate all of it?

  He rose over me, and his cock pressed between my thighs, telling me I was about to find out.

  Something started moving down there…I blinked up at him and gasped.

  What the hell was vibrating against my clit? It prodded my entrance, sliding a bit inside, then moving up to my clit again, where it remained. Pulsing and probing, all at once, driving me to a full-on screech in an instant.

  “Ah,” I shouted, lifting my hips up. “Whatever that is, give it to me!”

  He gazed down at me, his deep green eyes locked on mine while whatever that was stretched inside me, vibrating all the while. “Are you saying you accept me into your life and your body as your mate?”

  The question sounded kind-of formal, let alone binding, but he seemed like a formal-binding-kind-of guy.

  “Hell, yeah.” Anything to get him inside.

  He growled. “Then I will make you mine.” He shoved his hips forward, but his cock—his huge cock—was barely making headway. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

  “Sorry.”

  His chest rumbled. “It’s awesome. And you’re wet.”

  I shrugged, but grinned. “Also sorry?”

  “I love it.” Cupping my butt, he spread my cheeks as his knees widened the space between my thighs. I must gape open for him down there, which could be embarrassing, but who cared? I was too hot in this moment to worry about anything like that.

  His vibrating cock—it had to be his cock, and how in the world had he made that happen?—pushed inside, stretching me. He groaned, and his eyelids hooded.

  “Can it, um, get inside?” I asked. Please, let it get inside. I spread my knees wider, wrapping them around his waist.

  Grabbing my ankles, he hooked them up on his shoulders. Then he drove his hips toward me again.

  He sunk deeper. Pulsations rippled through me, centering on that spot inside that no one had ever explored the way they should.

 
; Pulling out, he slammed forward.

  And, hell, yeah. It fit. All of it, probing deep. Twitching against my inner walls.

  I sighed, my veins aflame.

  Sliding out, he shoved back into me, stretching my flesh further than it had gone before. It kind of stung but the sting was overwhelmed by pure ecstasy.

  I linked my ankles around his neck and arched up to meet his thrusts.

  Each time he pulled out, his vibrating cock slid along my clit, lifting me higher. Taking me closer.

  “Faster,” I shouted, grinding myself against him.

  Groaning, his body slammed into mine, smacking against me as he strained to give me more. Cords stood out on his neck. His breathing grew hoarse in my ear.

  He bit down on my neck, his teeth almost breaking the skin, and an explosion of pain and pleasure burst through me.

  Tipping my head back, I came in huge waves, screaming out his name.

  He went faster, his body a blur as he pumped and plunged and shuddered. With a loud shout, he shot himself even deeper, and a stinging gush drenched me inside. He collapsed on top of me, his skin damp from his work-out, his cock twitching against my core.

  We returned back to Earth together.

  His weight was pleasant, as was the way he stroked his tongue along my jawline to my neck, where he nipped again.

  My limbs quaked as my heart slowly settled.

  “I’ll shift back and take you home, now,” he said.

  “Home?” Was there more to this contract? Like, did we actually have a few more bouts I could look forward to at his place?

  “To my palace.”

  Every girl wished she could live in a castle, right?

  “Are you a prince?” I joked, wondering how far he’d take this.

  Bracing himself above me, he nodded. “Once we arrive, we’ll wed.”

  “Wed, as in get married?”

  I gulped. Wait a minute. He was nice and hunky and I did like that vibrating thing that was already growing again between my legs, but married? I didn’t even know his last name.

  “You consented, and we mated. Now, we shall marry.” He lifted himself up and off me, then undid the ties at my wrists. “But first, we will retire to my rooms, where I will take you over and over again.”

  I sat up and rubbed my hands. Frowning at him, I said, “Um, what component in your escort contract said we were going to get married?”