The Scars of Her Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 14) (8 page)

Olive’s hips lifted from the bed, her pleading moans music to his ears. “Kellan...oh my Heavens, Kellan...yes, yes...please more, Kellan...
please...more.”

Looking into the face of the woman who completely and totally owned every fiber of his being, Kellan struggled to breathe, let alone answer. Finding his voice, he hummed, “What do you need,
mo chol beag
? Tell
do maité
what you need. Let me be your everything,” while continuing to taste and torment them both.

“I...I...oh...I” was her sighed response. Watching her fight against her passion to answer him, Olive swallowed hard and said the one word he longed to hear. “You.” Then in the language of olde she added,
“Tú, mo maité, tá gach beidh mé dhíth riamh.”

“And you,
mo stór
, are all
I
will ever need or desire.”

Kellan’s heart soared. His lips returned to his little dove’s irresistible skin just as Olive’s fingers dove into his hair and she attempted to direct his movements. He chuckled against her skin but stuck to his slow, torturous seduction. 

Sliding farther down her body, he teased her wet curls with the tip of his nose, inhaling deeply of all she was. Her scent filled every fiber of his being. His head spun. Love and lust, need and desire, the coming together of two souls made by the Universe to complete one another flowed between them. It was the closest to the Heavens he’d ever been.

Completely lost to his mate, Kellan laid his hand on her hip to slow her movements while the fingers of his other hand teased her arousal-soaked curls. Olive’s hips leapt from the bed, despite the hold he had on her. Tracing her outer lips, up one side and down the other as slowly as possible, he marveled at the perfection of his little dove. Olive pulled at his hair, her hips thrusting while she tried to force his hand to where she needed him most.

Panting his name like a prayer to the Heavens, Olive screamed,
“Oh my God,”
directly into his mind as he let his finger slide into the wet warmth that was his mate. His heart nearly burst with the incredible love he already felt for his amazing little dove. Never had a more perfect woman existed.

Needing her taste upon his tongue more than air, more than sunshine, more than anything, Kellan thrust his tongue deep inside her. Curling the tip of his tongue, he teased the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her channel and grinned against her skin as his little dove yelled his name. Olive’s legs came up over his shoulders and closed around his head, her heels digging into his back, spurring him on as he licked, sucked, and tasted.

Her taste was unlike any other. The scarred dragon saw stars. It mattered not how much of her he tasted, it would never be enough. He would always want more...always want
her
. There would never be a time he wouldn’t crave Olive in every way possible.

Feeling her orgasm building to its completion, Kellan placed the flat of his tongue at the base of her slit and licked from bottom to top in one fluid motion, sucking her clit between his lips when he reached the top. Holding her throbbing nub lightly between his teeth, he teased it with the tip of his tongue until Olive was thrashing about and speaking in tongues. Mind to mind, bonded as only mates can be, he felt the moment she could take no more and tenderly bit down. His little dove wailed as the ecstasy of release overtook her. Thrusting his tongue as far as he could into his mate, the scarred dragon drank of her nectar until the shudders of her orgasm began to subside. Kellan couldn’t help but grin while continuing to enjoy his mate as she sighed with complete satisfaction and her legs slid from his shoulders.

Lifting his head, the dragon saw his little dove’s lazy smile and half-lidded eyes and knew in that instant he’d experienced perfection. To have the light of his soul in his bed looking well-loved and completely content because of his action was worth every second of every day for the past one hundred and sixty years. Nightmares be damned. He was living a dream. All he had to do was hold on and trust in the love of his little dove.

Lost in thought, Kellan was shocked when Olive tightened her legs around his waist, braced her palms on his chest, and rolled them both over until she was perched atop him with a grin of satisfaction on her luscious lips.

“What the...”

“My turn,
mo Dragon
,” she chirped while leaning over him and climbing his much larger body with the grace of a panther about to pounce.

Her heavy breasts hypnotized him as they swung side to side. Erotic images flooded his mind as her body followed in a sensual slide of seduction. Olive licked her lips, her tongue wetting a trail across the top and then the bottom. Unable to look anywhere but her mouth, Kellan groaned as she straddled his waist, using a sexy little shimmy to fit him between the perfectly round globes of her beautiful bum. With her eyes holding his hostage, the little dove rolled her hips, lifting ever so slightly so that her warm, wet juices would lavish his throbbing erection.

Kellen growled low in his throat, his hands flew over his head, he grabbed the solid oak headboard and held on as tight as he could. The sound of wood cracking was barely audible as he roared at the same time Olive lifted up on her knees, gripped him within her fist, and positioned him at her opening.

Slowly sliding deep in the all-encompassing heat of his mate, Kellan knew he’d found home. Olive fit around him like a glove. It was Heaven on earth. The couple sighed in unison, the sound of their bliss echoing throughout their souls.

Kellen resisted the urge to move, letting Olive control their union. Showing her how important her happiness was to him, Kellan fought to catch his breath as her feminine walls contracted around him. Rational thought became impossible.

“You’re going to kill me,
mo chol beag,
” he rumbled.

“Sounds like a fine way to go to me,” she giggled, thankfully as breathless as he was.

Just as Kellan had decided to take control or lose his mind and shred his headboard, Olive lifted her lovely body. The higher she went, the tighter her feminine walls gripped his erection, sucking the remaining air from his lungs. When he feared he would fall from her tight, warm sex, she descended, rolling her hips when he was seated deeply inside. She started a rhythm, rising and falling, tightening and rolling, driving man and dragon to the brink of insanity.

Tearing his hands from the splintering headboard, he cupped her breasts, rubbing the pebble of her hardened nipple against his palm as he squeezed her silky skin. Olive’s dove flashed in her eyes, pulling his beast to the forefront. The dragon would no longer be denied. Rolling until their positions were reversed and he was looking down at the gift of his amazing little dove, Kellan drove into his mate with all the love he already felt for her powering his every motion.

She met him thrust for thrust as the sounds of their flesh coming together combined with their pants for air filled the room. It was rougher than Kellan had intended. Trying to slow down, Olive gasped,
“Don’t you dare. I love you dammit and you will NOT pull away from me.”
 

Hearing her words, feeling her love, knowing she was just as lost to their passion as he, the scarred dragon moved faster. Her hands slipped from his shoulders. Her nails bit into his skin as they slid down his back. His dragon roared. Kellan arched his back. Pure joy flooded his being to know he’d taken her to such heights of frenzy.

Olive contracted tighter around him. His erection swelled. His balls grew tight. Together, the couple was careening towards blissful release. Reaching between their bodies, Kellan teased her swollen nub. Olive’s back bowed until only the weight of his body kept her from rising off the bed. His dove was frantic beneath him, demanding more and more as he slammed into her, bumping her cervix on every thrust.

Looking deep into her eyes
,
he lightly pinched her swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger. Olive’s eyes grew impossibly wide as together they shouted their release for all to hear. She contracted around him, holding him tight, milking him of his last drop. As she relaxed, Kellan continued to slide in and out of her warmth, wringing the last of her orgasm from deep within. His little dove shivered with each sensual glide against her sensitive walls.

Her eyes began to clear, a sassy twinkle replacing the clouds of rapture. She stretched beneath him, the lazy grin of contentment gracing her lips. Unwilling to leave her if only for a second, he rolled to his side holding her close until they rested face-to-face comfortably on the pillows at the head of the bed.

Glancing above her head, Olive snorted with laughter. “You broke the bed.”

“And I’d do it again,” he chuckled. “I think that’s...”

Kellan never got to finish his statement as Rory’s voice burst into his mind,
“I hate to be a killjoy but Max is here with new intel that you need to see.”

Throwing his spare arm over his eyes as his head fell back on the pillow, the scarred dragon groaned,
“Now? Really? Your timing sucks.”

“Get used to it, dude. Ain’t mated life grand?”
Rory chuckled as he cut their connection.

Little shit’s been waiting forever to say that ...

K
ellan thoroughly inspected her body before he would let her out of bed, then again in the shower, and one more time as she dried off, looking for any signs that he’d hurt or left a mark on her during their lovemaking. Olive repeatedly told him she was fine...better than fine. Had even used the word
fantastic
a time or two, but still her over-protective, over-bearing mate insisted on making sure he hadn’t harmed her in any way. She listened to the thoughts whizzing through his brain, condemning himself for absolutely no reason and could not let it stand.

Placing her hands on either side of his face, she made him look her in the eyes and said, “Kellan, you have to stop this. You cannot freak out every time we make love,” she paused and gave him her best cheeky grin, complete with a wink, then continued. “Because I don’t know about you, but I plan on making love to my mate many, many,
many more
times no matter how many pieces of furniture you destroy in the process.”

Even though he grinned, disbelief and sadness still clouded his eyes. Grabbing his hands, Olive pulled Kellan to his feet, wrapped her arms around his broad chest, laid her head over his heart, and simply hugged him with everything she had. Love, coupled with unconditional acceptance, flowed from both woman and dove to the man and his dragon. Mate to mate, heart to heart, soul to soul, she had to make sure they both knew there was nothing in the past, present, or future that would keep her from his side.

Lost in a world of their own, the little dove could feel the darkness surrounding her dragon’s heart clearing. It was a truly glorious feeling. One she’d prayed for since the first day she’d seen him. Lifting her head, she saw tears in his eyes. Just about to tell him how very proud of him she was, Olive’s words were left unspoken as the sound of the front door opening and a “Hey, anybody home?” was yelled up the stairs.

“Ettie...” they sighed in unison then answered as one, “Yeah, we’re here.”

Olive added, “Be right down.”

Giving her mate a quick kiss, Olive turned and grabbed Kellan’s huge dark blue robe. Walking towards the door, she called over her shoulder, “I’m gonna go down and get my clothes from the girls since
someone,”
she paused for just a second for effect then continued, “made rags of mine.”

The low satisfied chuckle that followed was all the answer she needed and well worth the loss of some clothes. Kellan was coming out of his shell. He had a long way to go but together, she had no doubt she and her dragon could conquer anything. Jogging down the steps, Olive had to laugh at her cousins’ discussion.

“Another one bites the dust,” Karleigh giggled.

“Yeah, but Olive was a goner from the moment that big lug walked into the room,” Gabby laughed. “And Heavens knows if anyone can help with whatever ails him, it’s our girl.”

“You know it,” Tilly agreed. “The Universe knows what She’s doing. Kellan’s a damned lucky dragon.”

“Any of the rest of you get that loving feelin?” Ettie snorted. “Seems like Claire started a trend.”

A chorus of “Nope!” “Not me!” “No way!” quickly followed Ettie’s question.

There was something weird about the tone of the eagle’s voice. It was distant, without its usual confidence. If Olive wasn’t mistaken, and she rarely was where her cousins were concerned, Ettie was hiding something. Come to think of it, they all sounded a little off.

Well, well, well, I will put that in the things to look into file...

Stepping onto the ground floor, Olive announced her arrival. “Good morning, goofballs. Is that coffee I smell?”

“You hadn’t started it yet, so I did,” Delilah answered, walking out of the kitchen and handing Olive a cup with cream and sugar.

“Thank you, love.” Taking a quick sip, the little dove sighed at the wonderful, warm taste of her favorite drink and added, “Just the way I like it. You are an absolute doll, Dell.”

The little hawk smiled and took a seat in the overstuffed chair by the fireplace. Olive turned to Ettie and held out her hands. “Clothes, please.”

With an obnoxious glint her eye, the eagle snickered. “But the robe is such a fashion statement.”

The girls all chittered with laughter as Olive caught the small red duffle Ettie tossed her way. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Now, would y’all please gather up all those maps and papers while I get dressed? Brannoc asked Kell to bring them to the Grand Hall.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Karleigh jumped to her feet, stood at attention, and mocked a salute which of course, had them all laughing again.

Shaking her head, Olive turned towards the steps and muttered, “You ladies are a mess.”

“And you wouldn’t have us any other way,” Tilly teased.

“You know it. Love you guys. Be right back.”

Olive ascended the stairs as her cousins hollered, “Love you more, silly woman.”