Wicked Dark Dragon (Dragon Heat) (6 page)

Ivy watched with shocked horror and the strangest sensation of pride as Mad attacked the men who were tormenting them. He made quick work of snapping the necks of three of them, breaking their bones as if they were as brittle as dried sticks, and knocked another three halfway across the room with brutally hard punches. They didn’t move when they hit the ground. She couldn’t tell if they were dead or simply knocked out cold. She ought to have been horrified at the brutality he displayed but she wasn’t. His vicious behavior and his desire to protect her inspired only the greatest affection.

The leader of the Knights, the one with the cattle prod, tried to pop Mad but her Beast snatched it away and turned the weapon on him. The Knight jerked and gasped as the painful jolt of electricity ripped through him. Mad smacked the man across the side of the head with the tool and dropped him.

Her brief hope that they might finally escape was dashed by a rush of shouting and armed men running into the locker room. Mad used his body to totally shield her. A standoff began and she feared this might truly be her last night on earth. She peeked around Mad and saw a dozen Knights blocking the exit and flanking an older man.

“You’ve made your point, dragon.” The spokesman of the group growled. “Take your mate back to the cell and put the chains back on her cuffs. You may have started the process with her, but you should remember that there are other ways, much more painful ways, to get what we need out of you.”

The Knight’s threat struck her cold. Remembering the way Mad had said his seed would change her, Ivy wondered what that meant exactly. She considered the strong emotions coursing through her at the moment. Was this the start of that change? She thought of all the ways the Knights might extract Mad’s essence. Would they really do something so gruesome?

Yes. Without a doubt.

Desperate to keep him safe, she touched his arm and leaned forward to kiss his back. It was a silent plea for him to do whatever they asked. As long as they were together, there was a chance they could get out of here alive. As long as he was with her, she could face anything.

Mad pivoted toward her and scooped her up without warning. He tossed her over his shoulder, clamping his arm along her upper thighs, and strode out of the locker room as if he had won her in a prize fight. With the Knights surrounding them, he carried her back to their cell and carefully lowered her to the ground. She glanced around their space and noticed some new additions. There was a chair in one corner and a pallet against the opposite wall. A stack of clean scrub uniforms, the type worn by nurses and doctors, sat atop the chair. There were toothbrushes and toiletries in a small box near the sink.

The cell door slammed shut behind them. Tired of feeling exposed and vulnerable, Ivy scurried to the stack of clothing and found the smallest pants and top. Mad tugged them from her hands. “Let me.”

She held still, lifting her arms and legs when necessary as he dressed her. When he was finished, he swept her up again and carried her to the pallet where he gently placed her. Mad picked up the free end of the chains attached to the wall. “I’m sorry, Ivy. I have to chain you.”

She thrust out her wrists and allowed him to do what was necessary. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” He didn’t bother with the clothes that had been left for him. Sliding down next to her on the pallet, he pressed on her shoulder until she was flat on her back before throwing one of his powerful legs over her thighs to pin her in place. His rough fingertips grazed her cheek. There was only the barest sliver of moonlight spilling into their cell but it was enough to allow her to see that his eyes were still totally dragon. “How do you feel?”

“Fine,” she lied.

His eyes narrowed to slits. “Don’t, Ivy. You’re hurting, aren’t you? Your skin is burning. You’re feeling hot all over.”

She didn’t deny it. “Why are you asking all these strange questions?”

“I told you that taking my seed would change you.” He brushed her damp hair from her eyes. “When my friend Stig finally gave in to his love for a mortal woman, their lovemaking awakened a side of her that she never knew existed. Cora has extremely diluted dragon blood, but all it took was a few days of mating and she will never be the same again.”

Ivy swallowed hard. “What about you? How do you feel?”

“I’m burning up for you.” He touched his scorching hot forehead to hers. “I can smell you and all I can think about is tasting you.” His thunder rumbled out of his throat. “I won’t hurt you.”

She frowned at him. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

“I won’t take advantage of you either.”

“Like I did you?”

With a sharp intake of breath, Mad lowered his face until their noses were almost touching. “You didn’t take advantage of me. I wanted it. I needed it.”

Hearing the guilt in his voice made her feel bad. “Honestly, Mad, I wanted to…”

“Put your mouth on me?” He filled in the words she couldn’t bring herself to say yet.

“Yes.”

He ran his thumb along her lower lip. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.” Nervously, she asked, “Did you?”

“Hell yes!” He seemed surprised she would even ask the question. “I nearly came the moment your tongue touched my cock.”

Her face flamed at the frank description. Still, she had to know. “So I was okay at it?”

He seemed to sense that she needed reassurance. She didn’t have the courage to ask what she really wanted to know. Had he been comparing her to the hundreds of beautiful, skilled women he had shared his bed with during his many years of life? Was he thinking of how very lacking she was in any useful bedroom knowledge? Was he having second thoughts about all the patience required with a virgin mate?

“You were perfect.” He must have been able to feel her uncertainty. He kissed her deeply, branding her lips with his own. His hand settled on her lower belly and rubbed slowly side to side. That enticing scent still clung to him.

“You smell so good, Mad.”

“It’s mating pheromones. You’re driving me crazy.” He nestled his nose in the curve of her throat. “I can smell how aroused you are.”

She shivered as his gruff voice rumbled through her. His hand slipped under her top and caressed her bare skin. When he cupped her breast, she nearly passed out. “Madoc.”

His hand went still. “Should I stop?”

“I…” She didn’t know what to say.

“Let me give you some pleasure, Ivy. You’ve been through hell the last few weeks. Let me make you feel better, even if only for a few minutes.”

“Will it help you?”

“It will, but don’t say yes for me. Say yes because it’s your choice.” His hand slid along the V between her thighs, and he cupped her through the stiff fabric of her pants. “Say yes because you want to know what it feels like to have my tongue here.”

Dizzy and shivering inside, she asked breathlessly, “What if they see us?”

“They won’t.” Mad had angled his body so that she was totally blocked if one of their guards decided to peek in on them. “I don’t think they’re coming back here to bother us tonight.”

“Because you killed those men?”

He shook his head. “Because they poured enough lust root down our throats to make us burn with desire until morning, and because they want us to seal the deal, Ivy.”

She licked her lips. “We’re not going to, right?”

“No.” His tender kiss stole her breath. “You deserve better than a rough fuck on a thin pallet in a prison cell.” Palming her breast, he brushed his thumb across her stiff nipple. “There won’t be any home runs tonight.” He lightly pinched her nipple, causing Ivy’s hips to rock off the pallet. “But I plan to get to third base.”

Head pounding and on the verge of panting, Ivy closed her eyes and focused on the wicked sensations Mad’s masterful hands evoked. His fingers moved over her breasts and stomach, setting her skin on fire and making her clit ceaselessly ache. He pushed up the fabric of her scrub top and lowered his mouth to her nipple. When he suckled a pink bud, she gasped and arched her back. His tongue fluttered over the buzzing peak before he teasingly nipped at her inflamed flesh. “Oh God.”

He chuckled softly and moved to her other breast. His fingers rolled her abandoned, wet nipple very gently, keeping her right on the edge of something incredible and new. She pressed her knees together in the hopes of quelling the ache between her thighs but Mad had other ideas.

He bent down and bit one of the drawstrings keeping her pants snug to her hips, pulling it free and loosening the waistband. He sneaked his hand underneath and cupped her bare sex. Now she really couldn’t breathe. Trying not to pass out, she surrendered to his silent, gentle urging to open her legs. He trailed his fingertips up and down her slit while peering down at her face. She didn’t know how well he could see in the dark, but she had a feeling he could read her like an open book.

Capturing her mouth in a sensual kiss, Mad took control in the way she had come to expect. He finally parted the delicate petals of her sex and encountered the slippery wetness already coating her overheated flesh. Groaning at the evidence of her excitement, he swirled his fingertip around her clitoris. Ivy clutched at his arm and side, holding on for dear life as he plundered her mouth and rubbed that pink little pearl hidden within her folds. Her toes curled against the pallet.

The prison, their captors, the danger and threat of the Knights—they all faded away to nothing. Right now, in this moment, it was just the two of them. And they were like any other new couple discovering the erotic delights of a fledgling relationship.

Tearing away from his mouth, Ivy tipped her head back. “Mad!”

“Let go, Ivy.” His fingertips circled faster now, the pressure perfect and the speed working into a frenzied state. He latched on to the exposed curve of her throat, sucking hard and raking his teeth over her sensitive skin. “Come, sweetheart. Come now.”

A wobbling flutter exploded deep in her belly. Spasms of ecstasy caused her body to jerk as she was gripped by vibrant waves of bliss. Mad swallowed her cries of passion with incredible kisses that left her dizzy and panting. His strumming fingertips slowed until they stopped moving altogether. He placed his hand against her throbbing pussy, covering her aching sex while his tongue danced erotically with hers.

Eventually, he removed his hand. Making sure she could see him, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked away her slick nectar. Ivy felt and heard the thunderous rumble that her taste coaxed from his throat. It was yet another reminder that he was more beast than man.

Pushing up onto his knees, he grabbed her pants in one hand and yanked them down her legs. He used his other hand to lift her backside. He tossed aside the pants and dropped down to his stomach. With the slightest effort, he dragged her into the position he wanted and shoved her legs wide open. He palmed her ticklish flesh and nipped at her inner thighs.

Staring up at the ceiling, she tried to breathe, but her mouth had gone dry and her lungs refused to fill. Mad licked a long trail up her inner thigh, punctuating the movement with nibbling bites that made her gasp. When he placed a noisy kiss right on top of the swollen nub nestled between her folds, Ivy cried out and reached down to touch him. Mad caught her hand and interlaced their fingers.

As he held tight, he dipped his tongue into her core. Never in her wildest dreams did she think it would feel like this. His skilled tongue swiped between her folds and swirled around her clitoris. He coaxed that little bud to come out and play, suckling it gently until it was swollen and throbbing. He fluttered along the extremely sensitive kernel until she was panting and moaning.

Her orgasm came quickly. Biting her lower lip, she shut her eyes and tried to ignore that coiled wire of bliss winding tighter and tighter in her lower core. She wanted so badly to make that exquisite sensation last forever but the way Mad licked at her was just too much. Her hips bucked off the pallet. “Mad!”

He groaned happily and continued his sensual assault. His tongue drew small, firm circles, pushing her right through her powerful climax. Instead of stopping, he changed tactics and let his attention slide lower. He invaded her virgin channel, probing and tasting her in the wickedest way. It finally occurred to her that the nectar seeping from her core probably had the same soothing effect his seed had had on her.

His tongue eventually worked its way right back to her clitoris. She thrashed side to side as he feasted on her delicate flesh. He cupped her backside and lifted her right where he wanted her, using his wide shoulders to force her thighs apart so he had unimpeded access. Unable to speak or make any intelligible sounds, she threaded her fingers through his dark hair and scratched at his scalp. While he gave her unimaginable pleasure, she understood this was his way of soothing the desperate, aching need making him crazy with lust.

She came and came and came until she sobbed and gasped. He finally eased off his torturous flicks and tongued her gently, almost reverently. He suckled her clit one last time before dragging his face across her lower belly, painting her with her own wetness. He crawled over her, sliding one hand under her nape and clasping her hip with the other.

When he kissed her, she found the experience so intensely erotic. Loving the mouth that had just given her such incredible ecstasy, she danced her tongue against his and found the courage to reach between their bodies to stroke his hard cock. The heavy weight of it filled her hand and burned her skin. In the back of her mind, a naughty little voice urged her to lift her hips and wiggle just a bit to get him right where she wanted him most.

As if sharing her thoughts, he wrapped his fingers atop hers and dragged the head of his cock between her ruddy slit. She inhaled a panicked breath, wondering if this was
the
moment, but he quickly disabused her of that notion. Instead of penetrating her, he rubbed between her folds. The wild feeling drove her mad with desire. She rocked her hips and responded to his slow but forceful thrusts that came so very close but never penetrated her.

Growling her name, he climaxed hard and spilled his seed along her belly. The droplets scorched her skin. As if marking his territory, Mad rubbed his essence across her stomach. It should have bothered her, maybe even disgusted her to be claimed like a piece of property, but she found it wildly intoxicating. Something inside her delighted in the way he showed his dominance and possessiveness toward her.