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“What are you?” she breathed, unable to leave without
knowing the truth.

“I’m the last Dragon Lord. There are many legends,
filled with half truths, but I am a dragon.”

She didn’t know what to say.
Oh, why did I sign up
for that cyber dating site?

“I require a mate. You too require a mate. Please,
give me tonight to prove that I am what you seek as well. I will
not harm you, and if you do not feel as I hope you will, you may go
in the morning and I will not pursue you against your will. Please
give me one night. This is a unique opportunity. I am the last of
my kind.”

She wasn’t into anything freaky. Maybe he was pushing
his mojo at her, but she felt her heart beating faster. “How do I
know you aren’t going to throw me in some kind of pit and force me
to be your sex slave or something?”

He threw his head back and laughed. She scowled at
him and he cut off his humor, giving her a serious look. “I do not
lie. You have my promise of security. Give me one night.”

She’d never done anything reckless in her life. This
was her chance to bungee jump, sky dive, and
eats-a-reality-game-show-dare all in one sexy package. Closing her
eyes, she took a deep breath. It had been so long since she’d had
sex. Her eyes popped open. “Yes.”

He smiled a sinfully sexy smile. “You will not regret
this.”

She hoped he was right.

Part Two

Darrick’s drove her out of town. Panic welled in her
chest. She didn’t say a word as the car wove through the hills out
into the rural area about twenty miles from town. They drove off
the main highway onto a gravel driveway.

“Where are we going?” she asked tensely.

“My home. I promise you I have no dungeon to lock you
away from the world. I will keep my word.”

At the end of the drive, a unique a frame exterior
came into view. Jamie was surprised to see it was an earth home.
From the outside, it looked beautiful. He parked the car and opened
her door. He offered her his hand and she stood. Without a word, he
led her inside. She followed him anxiously. Running was still an
option. Someone on the highway would stop for her.

“I’m not a monster. You would trust a stranger over a
man who has been completely honest with you?”

The mind reading was getting on her nerves. “Are you
hungry? We never did get our steaks. I could make you some
food.”

“No, thank you,” she replied, her appetite truly
gone.

“I will prepare you a meal, breakfast perhaps. I am
an excellent cook. Centuries of practice, but I have missed cooking
for another. Relax and sit.” His home was exquisitely furnished and
she noticed several pieces of art that had to be reproductions or
they’d have cost him millions. He chuckled and she turned to look
at him.

“My art does not lie either. I only have original
pieces. The painters themselves gave several to me. Leonardo was a
very good friend. Someday perhaps I will take you to my property in
Italy. You will find being a dragon’s mate is not without its
privileges.”

She didn’t even know how to reply to him. Everything
he said was just too outrageous to allow her to believe him. She
turned from the art and he was there beside her, handing her a
glass of white wine. She took it, but was too afraid to drink. She
already felt a little woozy and the idea that he’d slipped
something to her at the restaurant nibbled at her brain, but then
she remember she’d never taken a drink there. She hadn’t seen him
mess with the appetizers and he’d eaten one too, but that was the
only thing he might’ve tampered with.

He gave her a disappointed look but said nothing. To
her shock, he began shedding his clothing right in the middle of
his main living space, without preamble. Darrick had an amazing
body. Slowly, his clothes fell around him until every muscle and
tattoo was visible. His cock was erect, and she noticed he was
pleasantly average sized. She’d almost feared he’d have some sort
of monstrous two-headed scaled cock, but naked he looked just like
any other man. Maybe all his dragon talk had been him messing with
her, and he’d really used voodoo, magic, or hypnotism. She wanted
to sleep with him, trickery or not.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered the
knowledge that she wasn’t the kind of girl that just jumped into a
man’s bed. He’d done something to her. She just had no idea what.
As she looked at his hot body, she didn’t care.

Horny and defiantly attracted to Darrick, she ignored
the earlier strangeness and walked over to where he stood
shamelessly nude. “You have a nice body,” she whispered.

“I’d like to see yours.” His voice was husky.

She turned and pulled her hair away from her back.
His hand went to her zipper and she felt the cool air on her back.
Desire flooded her blood. She was really going to do it, sleep with
him, really. Jamie swallowed nervously, biting her lower lip.

“Do not be nervous, lovely. I have sought a woman
with strong will for a very long time. You are meant for me.”

His words were ominous to her, but as endorphins
flooded her brain, she easily pushed her worries away. He was
definitely doing something to her.

She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. “I
must show you. You must join your body to mine. Once you feel me,
you will see I am right. We belong with each other. I can give you
lifetimes upon lifetimes, wealth, and safety. You’re strong enough
to endure the change, to be a true mate to me. I do not want a
woman I can manipulate. You may even become immortal. You will have
something with me no other can give you. Do not fear me,” he
commanded.

She turned to him. An image filled her head—power,
strength, vitality. A man who was once a god now hiding in the
shadows. Alone. Her heart broke. Time had stolen so much from him,
but he still had his pride. Lurking under his “human” countenance
was something dark and powerful, and it called to a very primal
place inside of her.

Darrick’s fingers pushed her dress off her shoulders
and it slid to the floor, pooling at her feet. She looked up at his
face and saw the harsh need in his big grey eyes. He reached around
her and unsnapped her bra. It fell. He looped his fingers in the
edge of her matching lace panties and she heard the rip of the
stitches, then the fabric tumbled to her feet with the softest
whisper. Darrick picked her up and she allowed him to carry her
away. No man before Darrick had carried her. There was a certain
level of helplessness that left her clinging to him
uncomfortably.

“I am not controlling you. You want me of your own
free will. I used all the glamour I could earlier, and you did not
break.” She gazed into his face, realizing she’d been waiting to
blame something other than her own lust for the way she felt. “I
will not drop you,” he whispered against her ear. She shivered.

When he laid her on his large bed, she blinked up at
him, uncertain. His dark sensual smile made her want to surrender
to the raw satisfaction of sex. Jamie felt her inhibitions and
doubts peeling away.

Darrick kissed her. His mouth felt unusually warm.
There was a strange flavor in the kiss, as if he’d just smoked a
cigar, but she hadn’t seen him smoking. His firm, demanding kiss
marked her, and she gleaned a sense of his ownership just as she’d
felt his longing earlier. When she pulled away he was breathing
heavily. Her eyes widened as he blew a small ring of smoke in the
air. She coughed delicately.

“Smoking is bad for you, and me. How the hell did you
pull that hocus pocus?”

“It was no trick. I’m sorry. I’m unable to control
it. You have an effect on me—and I have not felt like this in a
very long time. You are meant for me.”

He grabbed her, dragging her to his mouth. This time
she didn’t taste smoke, but the strange warmth of his mouth seemed
to spread through her, making her whole body tingle. His tongue ran
along hers and she clung to him, returning his passion with a
desperation she’d never felt with another man.

“Why me?” she gasped against his mouth. He pulled
back just enough to speak.

“Because you are strong, Jamie. You aren’t a woman I
can destroy easily.” He proved his words by crushing her to him
again. His lips punished hers and she responded. He brought out
something wild and feral in her. Jamie loved the feeling of his
need as he held her with a possessiveness she’d never felt from
another man.

His words weren’t romantic poetry, but she respected
realism. They’d only just met, and yet she felt so strongly that
she belonged in this man’s arms. She should run screaming, but
curiosity and lust kept her in his bed. He was fire, and she wanted
to see how close she could dance to him without burning.

“I won’t let you change me,” she told him. “This is
just for tonight. I don’t plan on mating with you.” He wrapped her
hair around his fist and tugged so that her head came back a bit.
She sucked in a deep breath. His lips were on her neck. He sucked
hard then kissed the spot tenderly. She could feel her pulse
against his lips. His teeth scrapped her skin gently and then he
nipped her, sucking hard on the spot again. He released her hair as
abruptly as he’d grabbed it and she looked up into his face.

“The sorrow will be mine, but I’ll take what you
offer me, woman. If you chose I will return you in the morning,
unchanged.” His eyes the color of a summer storm, they darkened as
he spoke.

She nodded, believing him. His fingers found her
breasts and the sensation was amazing. The pads of his fingers felt
rough, giving his touch something extra. Jerking involuntarily, she
moaned. He lay next to her on the bed. His hand continued tweaking
her nipples, but he watched her face closely. She gazed into his
eyes, wordlessly. She’d never just had sex for the sake of sex
before. He pinched her nipples very hard in unison. Her back
arched.

“What am I thinking now?” Jamie asked him
quietly.

He gave a gruff bark of laughter. “You’re thinking
that this is just physical. I don’t want that between us. We both
know you feel my magic, but I want you to become the magic. I want
to remake you with it.”

She didn’t like the idea of being remade. “I’m happy
being what I am.”

“I know. I’m selfish. I want to keep you, always. Is
that so wrong?”

The sensation of his hands on her sensitive peaks was
clouding her mind. As her desire built, her judgment slipped.
If
I were timeless, wouldn’t I want the same thing?
She ignored
the stray thought, refusing to allow herself to answer the
question.

“You would,” Darrick said quietly before lowering his
mouth to place a tender kiss on her navel. Her stomach muscles
tightened. His tongue swirled in the circle, and when it dipped
inside she gasped. No man had done that to her before and it felt
strange. He placed a kiss just below her damp belly button. His
mouth was a gift. Even his kisses gave her so much more sensation
than anything she’d experienced before. “Always.”

She ignored the implication of his words. Being in
his bed required her to ignore a lot. He chuckled. Scowling, Jamie
opened her mouth, shut it again, and finally sighed. “Stop reading
my mind.”

“You project your thoughts loudly. I can teach you to
shield them but it would require more than one night and honestly I
have far more interesting things I’d rather be doing with you right
now.” He took her hands and pinned them together above her head.
Then he straddled her hips. She could feel his large erection
pressing into her lower abdomen. He kept her hands pinned with one
arm. The free hand caressed her cheek for a tender moment before
moving on.

His fingers trailed lightly over her stomach, and she
sucked in a breath, tightening her muscles once more. The erotic
sensation washed over her delightfully. When his finger swirled in
the nest of hair between her legs, she shivered. He released her
hands so he could slide down lower on the bed. Then the skilled
digit dipped lower, into the gathering moisture. Her arms wrapped
around his shoulders. Jamie buried her face in his shoulder,
whimpering. He flicked her with force and speed and the sensation
build far more quickly than she’d expected. Her hand slipped down
his side and she took his cock in her hand. She stroked him up and
down, pressing her index finger lightly to the underside as she
continued caressing in a smooth motion. She heard him hiss against
her hair, then sigh. His hand continued suffusing her with
pleasure.

“You feel like heaven. I wonder how heaven tastes.
Lay back for me,” he whispered.

She lay back. Reluctantly she took her hand off his
cock, and she felt his tongue on her clit, only it felt strange. To
her horror and her delight she realized his tongue was forked as he
twisted and swirled her clit. Jamie’s hips bucked. Pleasure surged
quickly, then crested. She shuddered, so close to the edge of
release. He plunged his thick, long fingers inside of her cunt and
she arched her back violently, shuddering as she came. His free
hand caressed her belly, and slid upwards to grasp a nipple,
tweaking it roughly. Jamie screamed. The sensation wouldn’t ebb,
but instead intensified as he continued lapping at her with the
dual muscles in his unique tongue. When the last spasms ripped
through her, he sat next to her the bed.

“Kneel,” Darrick commanded. She weakly sat up, still
shuddering with bliss. His engorged cock bobbed as she sat up,
shaking the bed slightly. Jamie slid to the soft carpet and knelt
between his legs. Darrick looked very much the dark ruler, the
demon demanding tribute. He chuckled, and she knew he’d gleaned the
colorful description from her mind, but she didn’t care. He was
everything dark and she relished the sensation of knowing he would
claim her. She took his cock in her mouth, carefully shielding his
delicate skin from her teeth with her lips.