Dragon Hunts (2 page)
Authors: Lizzie Lynn Lee
Tags: #Paranormal, #Younger Man, #Older Woman, #Shapechangers, #Rubenesque
He unhooked the front clasp of my bra. My breasts spilt out from their containment. I felt so exposed and vulnerable.
“Jessie. Look at me.”
I met his gaze.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
He palmed my breasts, fingers tugging my nipples. I fidgeted from the sensation. He wrapped an arm around my waist, drawing me closer as he found my nipple with his mouth. My heart lurched into my throat. My goodness. My spine kinked in pleasure. I instinctively grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into his expensive suit, not caring if I ruined it. He sucked me, slow and steady, until a deep, drawing ache between my thighs became impossible to ignore. He trapped my hard bud between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, then rolled it with such finesse that I found myself wordless, incapable of coherent thought, as I mewled in kittenish purrs of unadulterated pleasure.
He gave one more deep suck before releasing me with a loud pop. I quivered from head to toe.
Declan fumbled with his belt and zipper. “I need to fuck you now.” A heartbeat later, his hot flesh nudged against mine.
I gripped the headrest of the seat. I looked down, curious to see what his cock looked like. My skirt was in the way. Before I could push my skirt to the side, he yanked me down and penetrated me.
I had to yell.
He was so goddamn fucking big it hurt—but hurt so good that tears leaked onto my cheeks. I gasped, filling my lungs with much-needed air. He speared my cunt without mercy, forcing me to accept him whole, the inevitable length of a well-endowed man. The tight walls of my vagina stretched around him in protest. I wasn’t really ready, nor had I ever had a cock this big. It knocked the breath out of my lungs.
“Ssh, babe, just a little more. I know you can take me,” he whispered. Perspiration beaded his temples. His hands practically clawed my naked ass.
At that moment, I very much wanted to punch him. It was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one being rammed with a cock that size. Declan eased up and down until he was able to sheathe himself all the way in. His thatch felt coarse against my buzzing clit. He was balls-deep inside me.
God. I didn’t know what to feel. Pain and pleasure twirled in an eternal dance. My pussy fluttered around his veined shaft, trying to adjust to the delicious intrusion. I marvelled at the sensation.
“Declan…”
“That’s it, baby. You feel so fucking good.” He gulped hard. “Christ. I’ve been imagining this moment for a very long time. It’s damn well worth the wait.”
He kissed the side of my jaw, my neck, the hollow of my throat, each brush of his lips scorching me with his lust.
“Later, when we get to Bali, I want to make love to you properly. But now—”
He tugged back and slammed in.
“I want to—”
He pulled out.
“Fuck—”
Thrust.
“You—”
Yanked out and plunged back in.
“Hard.”
I cried as he quickened his pace, flooding me with slam upon slam of battering, vicious fucks. My heart pounded just as hard as he lunged into me with sheer savagery that, deep down, I couldn’t get enough of. Each stroke felt like a brand, Declan marking me in places I wouldn’t be able to wash away afterwards. Forever claimed as his conquest.
He kissed me as he fucked me relentlessly. The kiss was sweet, tender, and compassionate. His fuck was harsh, rapid, and mind-bending. I drowned in ecstasy. Never had I been taken so hard, so forcefully—every fibre of my being screamed with manic need. The pleasure climbed higher and higher until I felt pressure so incredibly thick that I couldn’t hold it any longer. I surrendered.
Fireworks exploded before my eyes.
He didn’t stop fucking me as the burst of vivid colours filled my vision. My pussy desperately clenched around his granite-hard shaft, slicked with my cream of pleasure. He kept pounding and pounding.
And pounding.
“Declan…” I breathed, wanting him to slow down. My cunt milked his cock with inward strokes. I couldn’t take this much pleasure.
“Just a little more, baby,” he said through clenched teeth. “Christ. Just a bit more.”
I mewled again. A raw surge of pleasure seized me—again. I was ambushed by a second orgasm in a row. The world blackened for a long second. The pleasure was so mind-bending it had to be rapture. My body quaked. My mind floated into oblivion.
White. Pure. And free.
I collapsed on his chest. Declan drove another dozen hungry thrusts into me before he finally ejaculated. He cursed, quite loudly, in my ear. His body shuddered. His cock emptied his seed.
He wrapped me in his arms while I tried to catch my breath. He nuzzled me and whispered endearments so sweet that I felt I’d died and gone to heaven. When the last tide of ecstasy ebbed away, I became aware I must be making him uncomfortable. Declan was built like a Viking god, but I was certainly no pixie. I had always been on the generously curved side since having Bobby. I tried to move, but Declan refused to let me go.
“I’m too heavy.” My cheeks heated with embarrassment.
“Nonsense. You’re perfect.”
“But—”
“Stay like this a little bit longer. We’re still a long way from the airport. I want to cuddle.”
Cuddle? My boss likes to cuddle?
“Declan, please.”
He pecked a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Are you on birth control? I’m curious if Bobby wouldn’t mind a little brother or a little sister.”
I froze.
I expected him to laugh afterwards, like he was joking. He didn’t. His blue eyes were as solemn as a priest’s at Sunday sermon. What the hell was that supposed to mean? That was the weirdest post-coital pillow talk I’d ever encountered. Coming from a man like him, it was even weirder.
He caressed my face and gave me more mind-muddying kisses.
I wished I knew what was going on inside his gorgeous, arrogant head.
Chapter Two
We touched down in the Denpasar International Airport about twenty-six hours later. We’d had a brief layover in Narita, Tokyo. The flight was long and tiring even though we’d flown first class. The immigration and baggage claim took us another forty-five minutes and when we finally emerged at the arrivals gate I was itching to get to the hotel and take a shower. The air was hot and humid, making the back of my shirt stick to me.
Among the sea of people, we spotted a man dressed in a creamy gold, traditional Balinese livery holding a print-out of Declan’s name. He introduced himself as Wayan and turned out to be the chauffeur from the hotel I’d booked. Our ride was a blue minivan painted with the garish logo of the hotel. As soon as Wayan had loaded our luggage into the trunk, I climbed into the air-conditioned haven. Funny that Declan didn’t seem affected by the local weather. He was dressed in the same impeccable black Versace suit and not a hair was out of place. I had changed clothes and washed up in Narita during the layover—my encounter with Declan in the limo had left me a little fragrant. Even so, I still looked dishevelled when I stole a glance in the rear view mirror.
From the airport, it took us another hour to get to our destination. The hotel Declan had ordered me to book was located in a rather remote, mountainous area. Twenty minutes after we exited the capital city, we were being dazzled by the scenic routes with breathtaking landscape and brilliant greenery. For the first time in my life, I saw terraces of rice fields. I was rendered speechless by the indigenous beauty. Dozens of layered fertile green beds nestled against steep hills. Verdant, tall stalks of coconut and banana trees grew in between. The sun’s rays were reflected in the small streams between the terraces, glinting like the rarest jewels. Growing up as a city girl, I had never guessed that there were so many shades of green. From afar, the young rice plants looked like lightly tinted chartreuse carpets. As they matured, they became dark green, then ripened into a rich yellow ochre when their stems were heavy with grains. The scenery looked like a masterpiece by nature’s most gifted artist.
Declan squeezed my hand. I startled. I was lost in this new, exotic wonderland. He didn’t say a word, only casting me his signature haughty smile. I squeezed his hand back, giddy. We hadn’t talked much after our mind-blowing sex. I felt a bit awkward and he seemed to want to give me my own space. During the flight, he’d held my hand when everybody else was sleeping and stolen a kiss when nobody was looking.
He treated me like no man ever had before. It was flattering and confusing at the same time.
Our progress slowed to a crawl as we entered the gates of the resort. The gravel ground underneath the tyres, making the van shudder. The place was called Chedi and it turned out to be a small but upscale boutique hotel. I wondered why Declan had chosen to hold a meeting in such a place. Usually company meetings were held in large, busy hotels equipped with a dozen conference halls and state-of-the-art modern conveniences.
The largest building I’d seen so far seemed to be the hotel’s reception. Dozens of luxurious bungalows surrounded the main lobby, nestled on hills and among rice fields. Everything in this place screamed expensive and private.
The scent of tuberoses drifted to my nostrils as I climbed the steps. Two gigantic earthenware pedestal vases filled with slender stalks of flowers with a heavenly fragrance flanked the stairs. The building was open and airy, constructed like a traditional Balinese village house. Huge wooden beams carved in intricate patterns graced the structure. Contemporary sofas wrapped in neutral tones sprawled across the place. A few guests lounged on them, sipping cocktails from tall, narrow glasses.
The sun had hidden behind the clouds and a fresh mountain breeze quickened past us. A man in creamy gold livery offered us hot towels. I took one and headed to the check-in desk. A young woman in a similar outfit greeted me behind the marble counter.
“Hello, there. I have a reservation for Declan Cairne and Jessica Knapp.” I eyed her nametag. “Putu, right? I believe we’ve talked on the phone before?”
Her eyes bore signs of recognition. “Ms Knapp, yes?” Her accent was thick and a little bit hard to understand, just like I remembered. “Welcome to Chedi. How was your flight, Ms Knapp?”
“Too long, I’d say.”
She giggled politely. Her voice sounded like a song bird. “I will make it quick, then. Wayan will take your luggage to your villa. It’ll be just a minute while I check you in.” Her fingers danced on the keyboard.
“Villa?” I frowned. I didn’t remember booking any villa. Declan had told me to book two deluxe rooms, side by side. “You mean rooms?”
Putu’s smile turned to a frown. She shook her head weakly. “No, Ms Knapp. Your reservation has been changed to a villa.”
“A villa?” I echoed again like an idiot. “I didn’t change the reservation. Could you check it again?”
“Is there a problem here?” Declan had sneaked up behind my back.
“There’s a mix-up with the reservation,” I said.
Declan looked at me, unfazed. “I changed the reservation.”
“What?”
Then it hit me. This man had planned everything all along. Nookie in the car. Changing the reservation to one room instead of two. He wanted to mix business with pleasure.
“Why would you do that?”
Declan ignored me. He turned to Putu. “Miss, can we have the keys? I’d like settle in as soon as possible. It’s been a long flight.”
“Certainly, Mr Cairne.” Putu’s fingers danced again as she typed madly. She produced a print-out for Declan to sign.
Declan scribbled his signature and grabbed the keys.
“Enjoy your stay, Mr Cairne. Ms Knapp. Chedi is thrilled to have you as our guests,” Putu said, inclining her head.
“Oh, we will.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and tugged me along. “Come on, babe.”
I resisted the urge to give Declan a hard smack. Since I didn’t want to make a scene, I kept my mouth shut. I planned to give him a piece of my mind in private.
Wayan and another bell boy had beaten us to the villa. Declan generously tipped them and asked them to put our luggage in the foyer. As soon as they were out of sight, I pounced on my boss.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself, mister?”
Declan only chuckled and reached for me. I swatted his hand away. He sighed.
“I have a confession.”
“You changed the reservation so you could have your way with me. How devious is that? What will your colleagues think if they find out we’re staying in the same room? You have a reputation to uphold. For God’s sake, you’re the CEO.”
“There is no company meeting. I made that up. I brought you here so I could seduce you, up close and personal. I wanted to have you all to myself. Purely for selfish reasons.”
It took a few seconds for my brain to register. Everything just clicked. The bastard. This time, I did smack him. I didn’t care that he was my boss. My fist hit his shoulder. He snatched it and pulled me into his arms.
“Let me go. You’re not getting away with this so easily.”
Declan silenced me with a greedy kiss. I melted instantly. My objections evaporated like ice under the hot sun. My body sagged against his chest. My knees wobbled. It was pathetic and embarrassing to feel the effect this man had on me.