Guardian Dragon: Paranormal BBW Dragon Shifter Romance (Paranormal Shifter Romance) (2 page)

Two weeks later, Alexis ran out of the room as she heard Frank scream. She stopped short as she saw Lucas holding up Frank by the neck, pinned against the wall.

"I'm sorry," managed Frank, his eyes bulging and watering.

"Let go off my brother," said Alexis angrily, emphasizing each word.

Lucas turned to her, looked her over for a while before he finally released him.

Frank slumped down to his knees, coughing and grasping for breathe.

"Go out there, and tell the men at the foot of the steps all they need to know," gritted Lucas.

Without much ado, Alexis watched her brother scramble to his feet and run out.

"What are you doing here?" Alexis asked, still a bit surprised that Lucas found her and was standing in what Frank had referred to as a safe house.

"A little bird told me that you are in danger and that idiot brother of yours had something to do with it."

"It's not his fault," she said defensively.

He looked around him, his face arching with disgust at the tiny, dirty apartment they were staying in. She tried to clean it as best as she could when they had gotten the place, but there wasn’t much she could do to the already roach-infested apartment.

"Let’s go," he said pulling her along with him.

"Go where?" she asked, stumbling after him.

"My house, you'll be safer there."

"But my things," she stammered.

"Your brother will pack the valuables and should be able to join us by dinner,” he said, and pushed her into his limo before she could resist more.

***

Three hours later after, a long conversation, Alexis discovered that Lucas had had her tailed from day one she and her brother had left town. The guardian angels that had saved them twice from a bunch of skilled assassins were his bodyguards. He had also discovered the murderer of his father: Xavier. He had been behind the coup and had sent assassins after her.

She stood up, sadly, almost numb as she headed to her room, leaving behind the boys planning on improving security in the compound.

The assassin clan Xavier had hired did not stop until they have gotten their target, even though the man that sent them was dead.

A knock sounded on her door barely a few minutes after she entered her room.

She opened the door to find Lucas.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She shook her head as tears began to stream down her face, all her pent-up energy hitting her at once. Lucas pulled her into his arms after closing the door behind him and held her tightly as she let go of all her pain.

He rubbed her back and turned her face to look at him. His gaze was hot and filled with desire.

"Lucas…" she whispered.

As she sighed his name she took an instinctive step forward, moving blindly because her eyes had drifted closed at the first touch of his mouth on hers and she kept them shut, the better to enjoy the heated sensations swirling through her. She had to move closer to experience more of them, to know the heat of his body against hers, to feel his arms close around her. She stepped forward, and powerful muscular arms came round her, enfolding her and hauling her up against him. Her breasts were crushed against the hard wall of his chest, her hips against his pelvis so that she could feel the heat and hardness of his erection pressing against the softness of her stomach. This time, she pressed closer, enjoying the sensations that seared through her.

His hands were on her back, smoothing downwards from her shoulders to her waist, splaying out over the curve of her hips and buttocks, drawing her even tighter into his hold. And at the same time he deepened the intimacy of the kiss, plundering the soft, moist interior of her mouth, tongues tangling, breathe blending. But the hunger that he’d woken in her, the heated throbbing low down in her body, demanded more, so much more.

Her arms snaked up around his neck, pulling his head down even closer to her, and her fingers threaded through the black silk of his hair, twisting and tugging, a smile growing under the pressure of his lips as she heard the raw moan that escaped him, felt the hot pressure of his hands grow stronger.

But still she wanted more, needed more. She wanted…

To be a man and a woman and the most primitive, most basic—most essential— connection there could be between them.

They both felt connection of need, hunger and sex.

Lust swirled in the atmosphere like the heat from a smouldering fire, needing only an extra bit of kindling, a breath of air to burst into a blazing inferno of need.

"Alexis—be sure that you know what you are doing. What you are inviting. Only do this if you want…"

He broke off abruptly as, unable to resist the temptation, she kissed him again. She had only had such small knowledge of the taste of his skin, the scent of his body, and yet it was as if she was already seriously addicted to them. She needed the tang of his flesh on her lips, on her tongue. The intensely personal fragrance of it was making her heart thud heavily, sending her blood pulsing and heating every one of her senses. This time the feel of him against her lips was not enough. She let her tongue slide out to touch his cheek, revelling in the faint abrasion of bristles against its sensitive tip.

If she had been about to say anything more, then it was cut off, crushed back down her throat as he turned his head and captured her teasing mouth, crushing it under his own with a force that obliterated thought and sent her senses soaring.

The world swung around her, almost knocking her off balance so that she grabbed at his powerful shoulders for support. An action that just brought her closer to him, pressed against the hard length of his body at breast and hip and thigh as Lucas plundered her mouth, bruising her lips with the force of his passion.

That and a whole lot more, she had to admit, even if only in the privacy of her thoughts. Because the truth was that, held close this way, she could be in no doubt as to what else she had been dreaming of. The heated evidence of the arousal she had sparked in Lucas was hard against her stomach, making her nerves quiver in apprehensive response.

Apprehensive because the power of his assault on her mouth revealed the force of the passion she had unleashed and the recognition of that force made her mind split in two with contrasting feelings.

One part of her welcomed it, something vital and female in her soaring and singing at the thought that here was a man who wanted her—for her. He was complete in himself, rich and powerful beyond any of her imaginings—and yet, right at this moment, this man wanted her.

But at the same moment there was a fearful tremor that knotted her insides with the recognition of the fact that she had never ever encountered anything or anyone that made her feel like this. The few casual relationships she had had while growing up had been relaxed and uninvolved.

And so she let her mouth open further under Lucas’s. She let her tongue tangle with the play of his as she gave herself up to the need that was throbbing in her veins. And she let her body melt against the lean, toned lines of his, loving the way that his arms held her, the brush of a strand of hair against her forehead, the heat and scent of him that enfolded her totally.

"Yes," she whispered when at last she snatched a chance to speak. "You’re right. That is what I was inviting. This…"

She took his mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, slicking her tongue along his lips and nibbling lightly with sharp white teeth on the fullness of the lower one, making his breath catch in his throat in response.

"And this…" The words were spoken against his neck as she trailed her kisses down over his jaw, the strong lines of his throat and into the hollow revealed by the open neck of his shirt where his pulse jumped and throbbed, betraying the effect she was having on him.

"Alexis."

His hands tightened around her, and then abruptly released her again. But, just as she was struggling with a sense of bitter disappointment, she realised that the release was only so that he could touch her in more places, stroking over her arms, down her back, big hands, long-fingered, warm-palmed, splaying out across her buttocks, easing her even closer to the heat of his hunger for her.

A hunger that she felt too, pooling deep between her legs, a hunger that made her impatient for more so that when he tugged at her shirt, pulling it free from the waistband of her trousers, she made no move to pull away, instead nestling closer and pressing swift, encouraging kisses along his exposed collarbone.

The touch of his hands on her bare skin made her draw in her breath on a sharp, gasping cry, combining her delight and her disbelief that this was happening all in one sound.

Was it possible that this devastating man really wanted her? She could hardly believe it, but it was what she needed so much. She needed to feel his touch, know his possession.

"I think we could be a bit more comfortable…"

Lucas swung her off her feet as he spoke and carried her over to the king-sized bed. He came down with her, his hands already busy with the buttons on her shirt, tugging them open, peeling the material away so that it exposed the soft flesh of her breasts in the pale pink bra.

The sensation of his mouth on her skin was almost shocking in the delight it gave her. Alexis felt as if this was what she had been waiting for for so long—all her life, it seemed. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes, the better to feel the tantalising sensations that trailed over her skin from that wickedly knowing mouth as he kissed his way down from her throat and over the soft curves below. For a moment he didn’t trouble to remove her bra, but kissed her through the fine silk, swirling his tongue over a straining nipple, moistening the material so that it clung to her sensitised skin. The next moment, she was choking on a cry of delight as his mouth closed fully over her, teasing at first, then suckling hard. He even let his teeth scrape lightly over the silk-covered nipple, making her arch against him in heated delight.

Her hands were in his hair, wildly clutching, holding his head close to her, keeping his mouth where she needed it. She only eased her hold on him when, having flicked open the front fastening of her bra, he used his teeth to move the loosened cups to one side, allowing his lips and tongue and teeth unrestricted access to her bare skin. And if she had thought that the sensations of his caress through her clothing were intense, now she felt close to swooning in delight as he gave the same attention to the exposed skin, creating stinging pleasure waves that seared their way down from this tiny focus point to the most intimate spot between her legs, where now she burned for his possession.

As if he sensed her need, he shifted slightly, let his hands move lower, stroking, caressing as they went until they were stopped by the tight waistband of her trousers.

For a moment she held her breath, waiting for him to open the fastening, move lower still. But, just as he had with her breasts, so now he subjected her to more delightful torture of waiting, caressing and teasing her through her clothes, cupping her so that the heat of his broad male palm reached her through the cotton, adding to the already burning need that pulsed at her most intimate core.

“Lucas!”

It was a cry of protest, of hunger, of need. She wanted more than this, needed his touch more intimately, and needed him more. And even when she lifted her hips from the cushions, pressing her heat against his hard fingers, it was not enough. The pleasure of his touch was blunted by the folds of material between them, and it was not his touch she wanted but him. She needed to know the full truth of his most intimate possession and only that would satisfy her.

They weren’t close enough. He was still fully clothed for one thing, frustrating her need to touch him all over, to know the sensation of skin on skin, her naked body against his.

She didn’t have his skill with the buttons, her eyes still closed as she dealt with them blind, but after a few moments tugging and twisting they were open and she heard his soft laughter deep in his throat as he helped her at last, shrugging off his jacket and then his shirt, barely pausing in his attentions to her breasts as he did so.

"And these will have to go…"

Kneeling up, he slid down the zipper on her trousers, then, hooking his fingers at the loosened waistband, eased them down her legs, taking the pale pink panties with them. That tormenting mouth followed the path of her clothing, kissing its way down the exposed skin from her waist, along her thighs, right to her toes, then back up again, lingering on the cluster of curls between her legs, making her cry out in shock and wonder as her hands reached down to clutch at his dark head once more.

"This is what you were inviting…"

He pressed harder, hotter kisses down towards the most feminine part of her. Strong hands eased her thighs apart, thumbs smoothing over the hidden cleft, making her catch her bottom lip between her teeth and bite down hard in an effort to hold back the need to urge him on, to plead with him, beg him to take her now.

She wanted the fulfilment she knew was waiting for her just over the horizon, still out of reach. And she wanted it now. But at the same time she wanted to drag out this most intimate torment of waiting to its fullest, to experience everything that this man could give her. To know the full truth of being a woman in the hands of a man who truly knew how to make love to her. A master of his craft—a master of passion—a master of pleasure.