Dragonfury 01 - Fury of Fire

inferno, she ignited, the push-pull of attraction reaching deep. As she tripped and got tangled in desire’s deadly thread, he stroked her, each caress gentle. Soft. Enticing as hell.
    Oh, man. How was she supposed to resist, well… that ?
    He felt so good. And his scent? The heated male spice surged, enlivening her senses until her need for him deepened. She moaned. He was unbelievable. A wide-shouldered, strong-bodied wet dream in black leather and—
    Wait a minute. Hold on a second.
    Giving her head a shake, she hit the pause button. Bastian nipped at her, overriding her moment of sanity. Damn pheromones. Stupid abstinence. God help her, but it had been so long since anyone had touched her. Years and…had she ever really known pleasure? Seemed like a good bet to say no, because Bastian hadn’t even kissed her yet and she was already in orbit.
    And part of her—the irresponsible half—yearned to surrender and let him do whatever he wanted. How bad could it be…really?
    Except, wasn’t she supposed to be doing something? Weren’t there tests she should be…something about an angel? God, her brain was fried. She couldn’t remember. Not with him this close…
    He flicked her, tasting her skin as his hand slid over her ribcage.
    Fighting for breath, she grabbed his hands. If he went any further—touched her breasts—she’d be done. She was too sensitive there and…
    Holy crap. She’d just met this guy, and what she knew of Bastian scared her. Yeah, the whole dragon thing was a definite sticking point. All right, so he looked human—felt like a man and acted like sex on a stick—but no way could she sleep with him.
    Yeah, wrapping her legs around him? Not a good idea.
    Pushing his hands away, Myst leaned left, going for separation. She needed distance; couldn’t think when he was…
    “Oooh, G-god.” She moaned as he attacked her pulse point and shook loose, sliding one big hand up her ribcage.
    She shoved his shoulders. He growled, changed direction, stroking her back, over her hip to pay special attention to her bottom. As she shivered, his other hand traveled, moving up to tangle in her hair. Threading her blonde waves through his fingers, he kept her close as he sucked on her skin. Heat skittered down her spine and, instead of backing him the heck off, she lost ground, pulling him closer.
    Oh, man, he was delicious. Decadent. Dangerous. Yeah, every word that started with a D.
    Myst shook her head, trying to pull herself together enough to resist…enough to want to. “Bastian…hmmm, that’s…oh, God. But…but, you need to…to—”
    “ Bellmia …my female…so beautiful.”
    Stop . Yes, that’s what she meant to say, but man, oh, man, she loved the way he sounded: how his voice deepened when he talked to her like that. Darkly erotic, each word acted on her like a caress. Each touch aroused, encouraging surrender.
    Still, some part of her—the annoyingly sensible side—clung to the certainty that making love to him was a bad idea.
    Hmm…a very bad one that felt way too good.
    Myst arched back and away, needing space to tell him, but the second she moved, he raised his head and invaded her mouth.
    The kiss happened so fast that Myst didn’t resist. Instead, she reacted like an idiot and opened, inviting his possession. And oh, hell…beautiful catastrophe. She knew it the second she let him in, the moment she slid her hands into his hair and pressed her body to his.
    She’d expected spectacular. What she got was earth-shattering.
    He tasted too good. Beyond fantastic, and oh, so crazy right it made her head spin.
    And as he groaned and got busy tangling their tongues and touching her skin, Myst knew she’d made a huge mistake.
    One kiss would never be enough.

     
    Overhead, the fluorescents flickered, reacting to the energy surge in the room. The delicious swirl was electric, all around him, so beautifully magnetic that Bastian craved more. Ah hell, wasn’t that a kicker. He’d already fed tonight—wasn’t even hungry—but the taste of her…shit, he couldn’t resist. Myst was better than his wildest dream.
    And he’d dreamt some doozies in his time. Almost two centuries spent in the dreamscape while he slept and… umm, yeah .
    But, who the hell cared about that? Not him. Not right now. His female was in his arms and…
    Huh. Wasn’t he supposed to be taking her somewhere?
    Deep in Myst’s mouth, Bastian reveled in her sweetness while he thought about that. Yeah, he