WickedBeast (22 page)

“I will have you Wind Witch, and when I do, you will
understand. I will enter that pretty body as you face me. I will have it with
you turned away so you’re only stimulation is the sensation entering between
your legs. I will have you,”
he promised in a dark growl, his chest rising
on harsh breaths as he answered.

Kelly swallowed. She had to look away from those eyes. Find
a way to live with the fire eating her from the inside out. Lust was crawling
under her skin, wrapping around the sensitive centers of her body and hanging
on. His words only drove lust’s talons deeper into swollen flush. But she had
the deep satisfaction of knowing he was just as turned inside out.

The pilot’s voice startled her even though the volume of the
speaker system was low. “We’ll be landing in ten minutes, folks. Welcome to
Scotland. It has been a pleasure flying your jet, Mr. Windweaver. I hope we can
do business in the future. Just contact my agency when you’re ready to return.”

Before Kelly could open her mouth, Cord continued to her
softly, “Don’t think for a minute that you’re the only one who wants and is
denied.” He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Next time we are alone, I
won’t be seducing you. Not the first time and probably not the second.”

Across from them, Minuet stirred in her sleep. They felt her
waking slowly as the plane descended. Minuet sat up and beamed at them,
naturally happy upon waking.

Cord had directed the pilot to make the flight plan straight
into Scotland, avoiding London. In fact, he’d chosen the smallest airport he
could that would accept private, international flights. Watching Minuet as they
drew closer and closer to the medium-size city, Cord was slightly relieved.
Perhaps it was the lethargy of waking up from a nap, but he suspected it was
the population they were entering that had her subdued. However, she didn’t
appear to need to separate herself from reality this time.

As soon as Minuet had stirred, Kelly sat up in her own seat.
She folded the two blankets, settling beside her daughter to watch as they
neared the airport. It was day, Scotland time, however for them it should’ve
been night according to Kelly’s body. Minuet’s nap and the bouts of sleeping
throughout the day would make her ready to face the Scottish day normally.

Kelly supposed that Cord didn’t need sleep the same way she
did, so it was only going to be her who was exhausted. Not just exhausted but
strung out wanting a dragon who was very good at keeping her that way though he
had no idea what he was really feeling. He also had no idea what was coming. A
tired, sexually frustrated woman usually did not make a pleasant companion.
Emotionally she was extremely satisfied though, it made up for several other
things in a big way.

As she sat beside Minuet, watching the ground get closer and
closer, every breath she took rubbed sensitive nipples against the lace of her
bra. If she shifted, the stiff material of her jeans dug into the throbbing
folds between her legs. She felt a little lightheaded and decided it was
because all the blood in her body was busy making her miserable.

They landed and passed through the obligation of customs.
They couldn’t actually forget anything for this trip, Cord simply summoned
Kelly’s passport when he needed it. Minuet was still on her mother’s documents
from an earlier vacation to Canada.

Kelly was occupied taking care of Minuet as they’ve moved in
the airport. Cord was always either right beside them or directly behind them,
a protective presence that she avoided touching. A few times his hand had
rested on the small of her back to direct their movements, forcing the burn in
her body to flame. A car waited for them at the terminal door.

As they pulled away from the airport, Cord explained they
were going to a bed and breakfast well outside of town.

Deep in her chest, a tight fist of power twisted. Kelly
became aware of the new sensations as her body burned around the feelings. They
were not so much feelings as knowledge. Whatever it was, it was buried too deep
for her to pull it up to examine it, but she felt it coming on its own. As if
the heat of her frustration had cracked some internal shell. The possibility of
that being true made illogical sense.

If she had some internal birthright that had been hidden
from her all her life, emotionally committing to Cord and receiving the same
commitment from him, even if he didn’t realize what had happened, would trigger
her gifts. He’d been puzzled by her lack of faith in her own powers, telling
her over and over again that it was her belief that would free it.

If this was the birth of her gifts into full strength, Cord
had been wrong. It was her lack of him that had been holding her back.

The slow unfolding of knowledge washed over her, and Kelly
was amazed at the new awareness it gave her. She was still frustrated as hell,
and she was also quite sure that her dragon didn’t have a clue what he’d
triggered in both of them. He was completely focused on her sexual overdrive
problem.

They left the city and entered picturesque countryside.
Minuet became more active, peppering Cord with questions. He answered her
questions with an endless supply of good humor. A little over an hour later
they pulled up to a charming country inn that sprawled in the middle of a
wildly flowering garden. Natural stone paths meandered about the property,
disappearing and reappearing around the exuberant shrubbery. The place could
have been clipped from a magazine.

They didn’t even have to check in. Pulling up to the far end
of the building, away from the central structure, Cord produced a key and
opened the door on a charming suite. It managed to appear as if they were
walking into the past. Antiques for furniture were scattered about the
comfortable sitting room that welcomed them. The space included three bedrooms.
Minuet was delighted and seemed to sparkle as she explored the rooms.

A small kitchen was attached to their common sitting room.
The back door of that kitchen opened onto one of the garden paths. Suddenly a
beautiful terrier appeared outside the screen door, sitting with its tail
wagging furiously. Minuet was instantly captivated, running to meet her new
friend.

Cord smiled at Kelly as he suggested, “Why don’t you take a
nap while Minuet and I have a walk with our friend?”

“Are you sure that dog is safe?” Kelly wanted to know as she
eyed the friendly creature that was trying to lick Minuet through the screen
door.

“I’m sure I can control any beast that size. It’s the
woman-size one I’m having trouble with,” Cord said. His tone was full of
amusement.

Turning to Minuet, Kelly smiled brightly. “Would you like to
go for a walk with Cord and the puppy?”

“Me run,” Minuet corrected her as she dashed to Cord and
grabbed his hand, dragging him toward the back door. “Me and Shawn wants run.”

Cord let her tow him through the kitchen. The low rumble of
his laugh moved like the brush of male fingers down Kelly’s back.

“The dog’s name is Shawn?” he asked Minuet as they went out
the door.

Kelly didn’t hear any more as she closed the door to her
elegant bedroom. Stripping off her clothes as fast as possible, she headed for
the shower. Damn it, a girl needed relief and she needed it now. A cold shower
had never looked so inviting in her life.

Ten minutes later, Kelly gave up on the cold water and lay
on top of the covers of her bed. Completely nude, she hoped her body would calm
down as the air dried her. The door opened and the dragon entered.

Chapter Twelve

Her door closed behind Cord with a soft click. Kelly sat up
jerkily, reaching for something to pull over her. The urge to hide was
immediate. On the heels of the thought flashed the question about Minuet. Naked
didn’t matter anymore, but before she could get the question out he answered
it.

“Minuet is playing with the owner’s daughter. Lori’s mother
is watching them. Lori is about her age. Harrison owns this place and I have
every confidence in his choice of employees. Minuet is fine.” His big frame had
not moved from the door.

Kelly’s eyes widened then her body relaxed.

Cord rigidly attached his back to the door, giving her a few
seconds. It was all he had. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air. It
went straight to the animal responses. She was in heat and he would kill to get
to her, to fuck her. The animal kingdom was not polite about reproduction and
he was holding on to the few human responses he could muster as his eyes
tracked over her naked body.

Her relief at knowing Minuet was okay was relaxing for a
second. Then she was aware of the male before her. Dragon in human skin was
standing rigidly at her door with fire behind his eyes. Those molten metal eyes
traveled over her and Kelly felt the heat of the earth’s core. An elemental
reaction shot through her, causing her body to gather, preparing to leap
somewhere. Escape.

“Don’t do it,” he cautioned. “Don’t bring the hunter. Let me
be gentle.”

His sentences were sharp, powerfully minimal. He was asking
for surrender, cautioning her not to run. Kelly felt his threat burn down her
body, a flash fire to already smoldering responses.

“You told me there would be no gentle,” she reminded him in
cautious tones as she relaxed, slowly lowering her body to the bed. She
couldn’t remove the watchful looked from her eyes. Fear, excitement, whatever,
he brought them all to the room. This was what she’d wanted but the tension was
difficult to work through.

“Gentle is relative. I want you to be sure. For about two
more seconds I can turn around and leave this room. After that, asking is over.
Say yes.”

“Yes to what?” Kelly wanted to know. She was lying naked on
a bed and the man wanted her to say yes. What did he need, sign language? How
much more yes could be required?

“Say it, Kelly,” he rumbled.

His insistence on hearing the simple word raised big, loud,
screaming warnings. His reluctance to explain what the yes was about dotted
those warnings with flashing red lights. This naked woman was going to ignore
all the flashing, screaming, blinking warnings because the dragon at the door
had just removed clothing with a thought and she was all out of time to think.

“Yes.”

Cord crossed the room in a fluid motion. Coming up her body
from the foot of the bed his arms scooped up her legs and as his face rose
above hers. He held her stretched and open. The thick head of his cock pressed
at her opening. Her eyes wide, she gazed up at him.

His attention was fiercely focused as he looked down at her
and his hips thrust forward. He didn’t push in. The beast rubbed himself over
her, his cock furrowing up damp fold for a few brief moments.

“Not wet enough,” his deep voice rumbled. His hand reached
between them, hard fingers ruthlessly finding her clit. Teasing her with
maddening circles as his eyes held her gaze.

It was so nakedly intimate. He was expertly manipulating her
body, driving her to respond with a touch that would not let her do anything
else. A new type of control she couldn’t deny as long fingers stroked down to
check her entrance. Sliding into her easily and still he wasn’t satisfied,
returning to her clit.

“More,” he snarled. His hand left her to grasp the back of
her knee. Pulling her wide, his head dropped to her cunt. Hot lips nibbled at
the swollen head of her clit as two fingers of the other hand held pussy lips
open. He sucked her into his mouth, rolling her clit with tongue and lips as
the two fingers now messaged her opening. Dipping in and pulling her lubricant
out to paint it firmly around the tight entrance.

He kept working her, sucking but not giving her enough
sensation to take her close to the edge. His fingers rimmed and stretched her
until three fingers slipped into her easily. With a low grunt his mouth left
her body.

His entrance was fast and forceful, even after his
attention, he stretched her, thick cock filling her body with a hard push. He
didn’t stop, pulling out as swiftly as he had entered to shove himself back
home, deep within her. Her legs over his shoulders held her immobile beneath
his pounding hips.

If she hadn’t been so hungry for him, so totally primed into
wet anticipation, this might have been painful. As it was, the slap of his hips
against her created a sting that added sharp sensation to the already thundering
crescendo crashing through her system. With each movement, his body stabbed
through her most sensitive nerve endings, sending shock waves of pleasure
ripping up her belly. Sparks cascaded around her body as he repeated the
demanding sensations.

There were no words passing between them as his body took
her. Helplessly, she responded, her channel clenching around the merciless
invader. That’s when his eyes changed again and Kelly suspected he didn’t so
much control that change as allow it to happen.

The cock slicing into her body continued relentlessly as the
face above her showed her that hint of the predator. Looking into feral
passion, Kelly found she loved being fucked to within an inch of her life by
the beast. His control was complete and almost lost. He was both. She was the
one who took him there. He had taken the time to ensure her readiness, but it
had been different this time, a basic, animalistic demand.

His hand reached between them and grasped her clit.

It was too much and so powerfully right. He was losing
control. His need had nothing to do with feeding and everything to do with
getting in her. Sensation, emotion and screaming lust combined as release took
her on a fast dizzying ride. He didn’t slow down.

Kelly’s hands gripped his shoulders and Cord’s lips drew
back in a snarl. He swiftly grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms overhead and
holding them there with one hand. The other hand went to her breast and griped
soft flesh. He kept slicing into her. Holding her beneath him as his eyes burned
down at her.