Speaker 1: Dragon called a slow burned, sexy paranormal romance written by
Carl Lockhart and Cassie Alexander, read for you by Victoria
may Hi.
Speaker 2: This is Cassie Alexander, and welcome to chapter thirty nine.
Speaker 1: And as one of his hands brushed over her silk
covered breast, she paused to moan. His other hand wound
into her hair and pulled her up from him as
he kissed down her throat, and she froze on top
of him. There was something dangerous in that, how close
his mouth was to her pulse, and how fragile she
knew she was compared to him. She'd been with other
men before, of course, and many of them had been
stronger than she was, but none of them had ever
been predators, not like he was. Then Damien's mouth found
the spot behind her ear and kissed her, and she
shuddered came to life again, her hands caressing his ebs
so artfully exposed by his torn shirt. He growled comfortably
against her and bit her nearest dress strap in two.
The other one he just broke with his hand, and
he pushed the silk off of her to pool about
her waist. His hands moved over her ribs and breasts,
taking the measure of her body. She breathed with each
stroke as she became electrified. That's not fair, she said softly,
looking down at him. Part of his shirt was still on.
She hadn't gotten skin earlier in the restaurant, and she
wanted it desperately. She needed to feel his hot body
in all senses of the term, pressed against her. She
wanted him to warm her from the night and erase
everything she'd been afraid of earlier. Life isn't fair, he said,
but reached up for his own shirt collar, ripping the
cotton off easily and arching up to pull it away.
Andy put both her hands on his chest then and
felt the swell of muscles there, skin just as hot
as she'd imagined. She tilted her head lower to listen,
but he knew what she was doing and caught her first.
Don't I can't afford to have a heart. She tilted
her head back and looked up his chest at him.
He was breathing heavily enough to rock her like waves
on the ocean. Okay, Andy whispered and lowered her mouth
to kiss his chest. Damien's hands moved against her, then
one low and one high, the low one sinking under
the last of her dress to cup at her ass,
the high one pulling up between them to cup her
breast in its palm, stroking it gently, pulling at her
nipple as her mouth wound up his chest, her sliding
herself against him. He groaned as her tongue licked up
his clavicle, and he leaned down to catch her mouth again.
His hands abandoned her body, entangled themselves in her hair,
pulling her into his mouth, showing her what he wanted
to do to her there, probing her deeply with his tongue,
taking control just as fast as she relinquished it. She
moaned into his mouth, and his hands flowed down her,
pulling her against him, even though her legs were still
side saddle and closed, asking her, begging her to open up.
One of his hands slid between her legs, catching what
little remained of her dress to start rubbing her with
its silk. She could have easily remained there. His hand
was so skilled she caught his wrist and grounded into her,
but she knew she wouldn't be satisfied, not one so
much more was so close. Andy turned toward him, grabbing
his shoulders with both hands, using his body to pull
herself up, the remaining silk of her skirt, rising to
let her legs slide astride him, feeling him rock beneath
her in anticipation, no matter the fact that his jeans
were still on. Yes, he whispered, catching her up with
one arm and easily holding her there, kissing her breasts
as they presented to him, sucking at each of her
hard nipples as his free hand navigated his belt and
jeans below. He rippled beneath her rather like a snake,
and she knew that he was free, and that all
she had to do was carefully slide back down where
she would find him hard and ready below. She knew
she didn't need to look, that her body would perfectly
fit him. This evening's time at the restaurant had proven that,
But she paused waiting, And she didn't know why I
shouldn't want you, she whispered, even as the heat in
her kept growing, Knowing that he was so hard, so close.
Damien brought his hand up to hold her cheek. No, princess,
you shouldn't. There were some words. When you hear them,
you instantly know that they are true, even if you
want to pretend that they are not. Andy saw it
at the hospital all the time, patients fighting against dire diagnoses,
in part because on some level they knew that they
were truthful, and that doctors wouldn't lie. You didn't fight
against what you didn't believe in, And so she knew
the truth when she heard it coming from Damien's mouth.
He was a dangerous man and also a massive and
horrific beast, and there was no way any part of
this was right or safe, and they both knew that.
But nothing on this world or any of the others
could stop her from sliding down everything still waiting on her.
And for the first time since they'd started making out,
Andy could hear the cars flying by above again, making
the bridge echo with their passage one by one, and
somewhere under the remnants of her skirt, her thighs were parted,
and she was ready to take him in sight unseen.
She found him, or he found her, and she pressed
against him, and she heard him moan, just as she did,
both of them feeling her begin to part around him.
Oh Andy, he whispered, his hands tightening around her waist,
barely stopping himself from dragging her onto him, and slowly,
in time with the beating of the cars driving above,
she began to find a rhythm, rising and lowering entirely
in control of her own ride. He hissed with anticipation
each time she lowered to take more of him in,
and he groaned when she rose up too high, leaving
him bereft. And then slowly, almost so slowly she didn't
notice it was happening, He began to move with her, too,
stroking into her in her own time, until she was
as low as she could be, stretched totally around him,
and he was hilt deep inside. It was the final
line of her inviti to him. He grabbed her ass,
pulled her close, and started to thrust in earn.
Speaker 2: Itth Hi, this is Cassie Alexander, and welcome to chapter forty.
Speaker 1: And then she couldn't hear the cars anymore, over their
own sounds, the way she moaned when he filled her,
the way he was breathing rough the slick, perfect wetness
of the place where they met again and again. He
used an arm to push himself up, crushing her to
him with his other one, kissing anything he could reach
hard pinning her on him again and again, her thighs wide,
her clit grinding against his perfect abs, And then he paused,
falling back on the seat behind him, breathing hard, staring
up at her like she was a goddess. Show me
how to make you come, he said, his voice low
and serious. What. Andy laughed nervously, her voice rising. His
hands caught her hips again and rocked her back and forth.
There's no room in here for me to eat you
out again. He held her still and slowly thrust up
into her, reminding her of how far they'd already come.
And I have to see you, feel you come again.
Speaker 2: I have to.
Speaker 1: She looked down at him, panting, wiping her sweaty hair
away from her face and breasts with one hand. There
are dragons in this world, my dear, real dragons, anything
that you desire, he said, arching his hips into a
slow stroke. To know a dragon is to be cursed.
Name it, princess, he growled, rocking deep in her once more.
Beware no, she said aloud, throwing her head back, chasing
Auntie Kim's warning from her mind. Andy looked down and
saw the determination in his eyes, felt the heat of
his hands on her ass, and the way that his
hawk throbbed inside her as she slid herself up and
down it. She was in control right now. She was
riding him, and even if he was a dragon, he
was begging to release her. She wasn't going to let
any amount of superstitions stop her from taking this. I'll
show you. Damien made an acquiescing rumble deep in his chest.
She leaned down and worked her way up his neck
to kiss him on the spot she wanted to be
kissed on the spot below her ear. That made her
go insane, and he chuckled darkly. Then this, she whispered,
taking one of his hands to pull it underneath her breast.
He took the hint and kissed at it. Looking up,
and what's next, he asked, after swiping his tongue across
her nipple. This at the end, she said, taking his
other hand and bringing his thumb to her mouth, sucking
on it to get it wet, before pushing it down
to where they joined, right beneath her clit to you
as another point of friction, grinding herself down, He purred.
At this all right, let me see, Damien said, releasing
his hand. He brought her down into his arms and
breathed against her ear, licking up its outer shell, before
sinking back to kiss the perfect spot, the one that
made electricity shudder through her no matter what, so that
her thighs clenched and pulsed against him, fluttering in a
way she couldn't help. Oh, that's delightful, he murmured, doing
it again, and then he breathed and licked his way
down to pull her nipple into his hot mouth, rolling
his tongue across it and sucking hard while pinching the
other until his mouth and hand were reversed. The heat
of his mouth and the heat of his hand were interchangeable,
and both of them were stoking a fire she kept
secret within her, and he started to thrust into her
again with intent. Then he reached up a hand and
pressed his thumb in her mouth to trail it wetly
down between her breasts and stomach until she couldn't wait
for what was next, settling it between them, rubbing at her.
As his hips arched up, she put her hands against
his chest and ground on top of him. He curled
forward to catch her waist with his free hand, pulling
her into him, pushing her hair out of her face
to kiss her fiercely, than twining her hair around his
hand like a rope, using it to keep her over him,
his mouth never stopping, his cock, never stopping. Anytime she
came up for air, she found him almost burning her
with his intense golden gaze. Andy started to moan as
the fire in her expanded, giving herself over to his
relentless onslaught as he did everything she asked of him,
again and again. Oh god, she was so close. She
put a hand out against the low ceiling, pressing herself
down even harder, so that the movements between them were
so subtle yet shop, and the friction so hot. His hand,
his mouth, her breast, her clit. Fuck me, Oh damn it,
don't stop, Just fuck me, she whispered. Take what's yours,
he commanded in a groan. Everything inside her tightened up
into one impossibly tight clench, and then everything let go.
She screamed as she roiled above him. As he didn't stop.
He rode her through into each wave and then out
of it again, her entire body alight, bursting with one
flame after another, until finally they were quenched and she
collapsed above him like a burnt out star, panting into
the vicinity of his neck. Oh my God, she whispered.
God has nothing to do with it, Damien said, twisting
his head to kiss her forehead. Damien moved his hands
to hold her to him and to stroke her back.
He'd been with so many women in his lifetime, but
none of them had come for him like that, so completely,
letting themselves go, holding nothing in reserve. She was gasping
on top of him, with him still hard inside her,
and even the smallest movements she made were deliciously tortuous.
He soothed her and pulled her up so that his
cock was free. She moaned at this, unsettled by its absence,
and he kissed her cheek. You, she protested, don't worry
about me. It was enough to have seen her and
felt her explain.
Speaker 2: Hi, this is Cassie Alexander, and welcome to chapter forty one.
Speaker 1: On him, he would cherish memories of how she looked,
how she felt, giving herself over for decades to come.
She found down at him. Any makeup she'd had on
earlier had sweated off a long time ago, and yet
she was still impossibly beautiful. You can't tell me not
to worry. It is literally my job. She reached back
with one hand and swirled the remaining silk around her
waist up until her hand found his still wet cock
and gently took hold. Andy He began starting her name
as a protest, but taking it into a moan. He'd
been so close inside her earlier. The only reason he
hadn't come was because he'd wanted to fully appreciate her
coming now. Somehow, as she started stroking, he found himself
getting harder. Still. I don't want to lose control around you,
he admitted quickly, as her hand traced its way down
his shaft. Why not, she asked, lowering herself down to
kiss his chest again. You saw the wall at the restaurant.
It's not safe, she paused in kissing, but her hand
still stroked. For me or for you? She leaned over
anddently bit his nearest bicep. He closed his eyes, moaning softly,
and then his dragon was there. His dragon had been
riding him close and quiet in certain ways. These were
the only times they overlapped easily, Him inside his dragon
when it was fighting, and his dragon inside of him
when there was sex. Keep going, his dragon urged him,
and now he would have to talk both of them down.
Damn it. Damien closed his eyes, trying to ignore her
touching him. It's not safe, he explained, and then he
showed his dragon a montage of all the times they'd
already put Andy in danger tonight. His dragon was momentarily confused,
and as it relented, he somehow found the strength to
reach for her wrist to stop her. Damn an, she whispered,
setting her forehead against his I need this, please just
help me forget everything else. A little longer, she'd come
into his life and reached into his chest and had
somehow shaken everything up again, bringing things to the surface
that he'd forgotten he possessed. How on earth was he
supposed to fight her when the thing she wanted most
was what he wanted too. She leaned forward against him,
enveloping him with her sweet perfume, her hair sliding over them,
both her breasts temptingly close to where he could kiss them,
her hand still wrapped around his rock hard cock. I know, Andy, you,
but he began, his voice guttural, and his dragon cut
him off. You would never hurt your mate, Damien's hand
paused in surprise, and she took that as permission not
to stop. She's not, he protested. Can't you feel it?
Can't you smell it? His dragon asked. All he could
feel was her hand around him, and how much he
yearned to be back inside her. And the entire car
smelled like sex, obviously, But something and Andy sent. The
caramel and apples and ocean that he was familiar with
had deepened into a sweet and heady musk, a cent
that he would follow anywhere were it made into a perfume.
Don't you know, his dragon pressed, showing him memories from
his own mind, the way his chest had tightened when
he'd first seen her at the bus stop, how aptly
she'd handled Austin and he'd approved, how safe he felt
leaving Zach with her, even when she'd operated on him
fucking hell, And how he hadn't been able to bring
himself to steal her memories away when he'd never had
any compunction about doing it to others before, And then
at the restaurant, when he'd known he had to have
her everything else be damned. All of it made sense now.
What was happening between them wasn't just lust. It was
some strange kind of fate. Oh God, yes, he whispered
to his dragon in rising horror. But we can never
ever tell her, he told his dragon, as he opened
up his eyes and saw Andy smiling softly down. Promise me.
His dragon paused again at this, and he felt the
confusion swirling from it before it gave up on trying
to understand human words. Are yours, not mine, it said,
But we both share this body. I can stop if
you want, she asked, slowing down. She looked as confused
as his dragon felt, but he released her arm. You
make things harder for me, he said, hoarsely. She snorted
with a grin. I don't think you have any problem
with that yourself. No wonder, she drove him mad, No
wonder being with her felt right. Hm. He made an
accommodating sound and leaned forward till he was almost upright,
and she was scrambling for purchase. Here, he said, picking
her up and setting her back into her seat gently, Damien.
She protested, misreading his intent until he reached his hands
over to operate the latches on her seat as well,
pushing it back and flat, just as his seat had been.
He finished pushing off his jeans, kicked off his shoes,
and then joined her on her side of the car,
his hands on either side of her seat, a knee
between her legs. She was exposed to him the perfection
of her breasts, the marks he'd left upon them at
her urging, the smooth slide of skin down her ribs
and across her belly, where the slit in her skirt
had rolled over to its most advantageous point, and parted
to reveal the fine triangle of hair above where they'd
so recently been joined. You're perfect, he said, trying to
memorize her now, to embed an image of her so
deep inside that even forgetting fire, if it worked on him,
wouldn't be able to pull it free. Flattery will get
you nowhere, she teased, flushing. He could feel the heat
of it rising and watched her squirm. Is that so,
he asked, and moved to kiss her again. She laced
her arms around his neck as he slowly matched himself
back to her chest to chest, hips to hips, his
thick cock nudging between her thighs for only a moment
before she spread herself as wide as she could for him,
given the door nearby, wrapping her legs around him as
he slowly sank in. She gasped, and he moaned, How
is it possible that being in a woman could feel
this good? Not just any woman? His dragon intoned. Damien
looked down at her, trying to tell if she felt
this too, and found her jaw dropped and eyes closed.
As his cock filled her again. She made a soft
sound of satisfaction. Okay, I lied. Flattery will get you
a lot of places if you keep making me feel
like that, she said, reaching up to wind a hand
in his hair, opening her eyes to look up at him,
bright and wild and red.
Speaker 2: Hi, this is Cassie Alexander, and welcome to chapter forty two.
Speaker 1: Did she somehow already know too? He made a triangle
of his arms around her, his elbows on the seat
above her shoulders, him cradling her head inside his hands
as he held her down and kissed her and then
began to thrust. There was no part of her that
did not feel good to him. Her mouth, her skin,
the way her breast spobbed against him each time his
cock landed, and inside where her heat enveloped him, so
swollen and wet and tight every time he pushed in
her he felt like he was breaking new ground, and
every time he pulled out, the loss of contact with
her was too terrible to bear. Because of this, a
primal fear that each stroke might be his last, and
because of how goddamned good it felt when she was
wrapped around him, he couldn't control himself. His hips started
to pick up speed, and she went with him. Each
time he landed in her, she made small moans, and
each time he pulled out, she gasped until he plunged
back inside again. He kissed her mouth fiercely, and she
met him just the same. Her hands curled into his
hair to keep his mouth to hers, like she was
drinking from him, as his back arched and his hips thrust,
and her heels drummed against his hips. Each time he
entered her and spread her wide and shoved himself in deep.
And then his vision changed. He wasn't in the dim
car anymore, hot over Andy, memorizing her perfection. No, he
was flying with another beast that he couldn't quite see,
a glimmer of gold racing off toward the sun. But
he knew he longed for it. No, he lusted for it,
and he knew it wanted him to chase it back.
He wheeled in mid air and then landed in himself
back with Andy his body still him, panting wildly, Are
you okay? She pushed his hair out of his face,
looking up at him with utter concern. Damien was certain
he'd just had a memory of something, only it had
never happened to him before. Yes, he lied, but it
wasn't a lie. Really. He was still here with her,
his mate. She still needed fucking, and he still needed
to fuck her. The heat that he'd felt in him
as a dragon for that moment still rode him, racking
him with urges meant for monsters instead of men. But
his dragon was right. He wouldn't hurt her. He could
never hurt her, so, trusting in his dragon, he did
as he liked. He moved up to kneeling, grabbed her
legs and put one ankle against each shoulder, and then
bent back down, plowing harder. He took his thumb and
wet it with spit, before planting it between her thighs
to rub her clit, his other hand holding him up
over her so that he didn't crush her entirely, only
just the perfect amount. Feeling his cockslide into her again
and again. Her hands shot down to hold his wrist
on her stomach. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, she breathed, Never,
he promised, stroking her clit softly in direct opposition to
his rough thrusts. Her legs tensed against him, as if
trying to push him back, but he knew it was
only her body betraying her, that she was close. Her
ankles kicked against him in little flutters, like a cat
winding up to pounce. She was breathing hard, biting her lip,
and one of her hands was pulling at the opposite
breasts nipple, and he knew he had her, that he
was going to make her fly. Oh, please, please, she
arked against him, her whole body tense, and then she
sh outed his name, Oh my god, damn it. Yes,
as the first wave slammed her, making her shudder and
ripple around him. Yes, his dragon purred. Now, his dragon
overlapped him, and while he normally would have fought the intrusion,
for one singing hot moment it felt right. He thrust
in time with the waves of her orgasm, feeling it
pull at him like her body needed him to feel whole.
He was beyond any point in stopping, not coming. The
first time she had enveloped him with pulses had taken
superhuman effort, and neither he nor his dragon had that
kind of control anymore. She writhed again below him, shuddering,
one hand curled in his hair against his scalp, whispering please, please,
begging him for his load. Damien closed his eyes and
felt everything in him flood down to where they were joined,
where his cock was buried inside her hot, throbbing pussy,
all of him aching, dying for release. Take what's yours,
she breathed, just as he had earlier, and he didn't
know if she meant his orgasm or her, but he
willed it to be both. As he shouted and shot
himself inside her. Damien's hips beat against hers, his body
doing what it had to, as he came, fucking her hard, grunting, shouting, hissing,
as violent pleasures flowed through him, impossibly long, her pussy
sucking his hot silver out of him, taking everything he
had to give until he was completely dry. He shifted
her legs gently and collapsed on top of her, totally spent,
panting into her neck, surrounded by the scent of her
skin and hair, his soul still soaring. He felt dizzy,
like he was in two places at once, one of
him here and the other half of him flying back
in the realms, where his dragon didn't have to worry
about being seen, where it could take the purest pleasure
in the wind, feeling it thrill against his wings. And
then somehow he landed alone, back in his earthly body again,
with her wound around him, his softening cock still inside her.
That that was what it was like to be mated,
what it was always supposed to be like, Damien swallowed.
He knew he needed to recover himself, to somehow go
back to being the man he always was, to put
all his armor back on, and to never breathe a
word of this night again to anyone. He had too
many enemies, both in the realms and on earth. Truly
falling for a woman was tantamount to drawing a target
on her back, And yet he'd risk it all to
feel like that again with her. Andy lay under him,
wrecked for the second or fourth but who was counting
time that night, breathing heavy, feeling the weight of him
on top of her, the heat flowing off of him
everywhere that they matched. The temptation to grab hold of
him and not let go was so strong, but she
found it in her somewhere and squirmed beneath him instead.
He took the hint, making an acquiescing noise before brushing
her lips with a kiss, then moving back to his
own seat, reaching down to pull his jans on. That
they had been something else ever since they'd started fucking.
Oh God. She'd known in the restaurant that it was good,
but this time, with him here, it was deeper, somehow,
like they were connected.
Speaker 2: Hi, this is Cassie Alexander, and welcome to chapter forty three.
Speaker 1: Almost and it had been so much less safe. She
knew she couldn't love him yet, both because that was silly,
and she was abb soofusolutely not letting herself fall for
someone so quickly. She was too smart for that, and
she was not her mom. And besides, Andy never could
just relax. She had plenty of other friends who could,
who got to daydream about stupid things without feeling foolish,
who could test their boundaries and entertain unsafe things. But
Andy was always the watchdog, the natural golden retriever of
any group, the girl who knew where all her girlfriends
were at the club and how likely they were to
puke on the way home, and if they needed to
be navigated away from any decisions they'd regret come morning.
How the hell had she let all that slide for him?
It wasn't the money, and it wasn't the dragon. He'd
just fit her. It was the only way she could
explain it. It felt like she was supposed to be
with him, and she'd been feeling like that ever since
the other night, fighting it even if she were honest
with herself. Fast forward to tonight, in that final moment,
when he'd been inside her, when she'd felt everything so
much more, and she knew he had too. She'd seen
it in his eyes and felt it in his body.
It radiated off him the same as his heat had. God,
she was falling for him. Andy bit her lips and swallowed. No, no, no, no,
absolutely not just because she wanted to let go and
lose control. It didn't mean she wanted to lose her heart.
But she'd never ever felt like that with Josh. She
watched him pull his jeans on, breathless and afraid. Andy
Law did not catch feelings, not like this, and she'd
already opened herself up to him once tonight and been rebuffed.
Nothing had changed, not in their circumstances or in their surroundings.
Every magically chiseled inch of his body glowed by the
dashboard lights as if he aimed to prove her point.
He was still a rich playboy who could become a dragon,
and she what was she? A passing fancy, a fuck buddy,
just some friend. No matter what he'd said earlier, or
how good the words made her feel, he had all
the reasons in the world to leave her again, and
the gold coin his friend had given him swung in
her peripheral vision, still rocking from their final round of
thrusts from the way Damien hadn't wanted to talk about
things earlier, she was certain his friend had been killed
in action, and she knew in the pit of her stomach,
sinking deeper all the time that after everything she'd seen tonight,
even if he didn't want to leave her, eventually he
would death was deaf right for her own good, if
nothing else. Just like he'd tried to in the restaurant,
Andy swallowed, she knew herself her soul couldn't handle him
flipping another switch, and there was no way she could
live happily. Ever, after waiting for a blow to land,
there was only one way to not get hurt. Get
out in front of it, acknowledge things, and then close
the book. No dog ears, no bookmarks. She arranged her
coat around herself before she began, because this was a conversation.
Better not had naked. Okay, so she said, stealing herself,
thank you so much for an interesting evening. Damien looked
over at her from where his hands were redoing his
belt buckle, and he blinked, excuse me, stay strong. You
tell people bad news all the time at work. You're
used to people being disappointed in you. I said, thank
you for an interesting evening, mister Blackwood. His whole body
tensed across from her, and he spoke next like he
wasn't sure he'd heard her. You're joking, right, Princess. The
way he said it twisted a knife into her heart.
If it hurt this much now, it was confirmation that
was better to get out now while she could. If
you could please finish taking me home, She fastened the
button of her coat and zipped it up. Primly. Damien
stared at her, and she didn't dare match his gaze.
It was like there was a live wire between them
and he was charging it while she kept trying to
let go. But she couldn't, not for as long as
he kept electrifying her. I wish things were different, he said,
his voice dark. Andy swallowed again, fighting not to sway.
She really didn't owe him any other explanation, except for
the look on his face that said she was breaking
some deep part inside of him. You said it yourself
at the restaurant and in here just an hour ago.
You're a jerk, and you're dangerous, and as good as
I am at dating assholes. Apparently I'm not willing to
go there again, not even for you. She found strength
in her as the words kept tumbling out, knowing that
if she was going to cut the cord between them,
she would have to be cruel. He weighed her words,
and she watched his jaw work as his teeth ground
before saying, I'm not like the others in a growl.
Pre dawn light poured through the windows and over his face,
and he looked so stricken. Then this massive man brought
low and Andy realized She knew the exact right thing
to say to end it, even if it killed her. Really,
she snorted softly, because I have a hundred dollar bill
that says otherwise. He took a big gulp of air
as if he'd been gut punched and swallowed, but he
didn't say another word. As he twisted back to the
steering wheel to turn on the car, Dammien focused on
the road ahead in silence. The ache in his chest
was from y