This was insane! A couple of hours ago, this man had tried to kill her. Burn her alive. Now, his lips were inching closer and closer to her left nipple, and Aileen was allowing him to lick it, tease it, suck it into his mouth. She moaned and arched her back. She couldn’t believe her own reactions to his touches, her own openness to him. The bed of leaves he had prepared for her did little to protect the still sensitive skin on her back from the cold, rough floor of the cave. Somehow, the slight pain could barely register in her heated brain. Drakon was swirling the tip of his tongue around her nipple, over and over, and Aileen found it difficult to focus on anything else but him. She should have been worried about the sacrifice, about the promise she’d just made to him, about her team being attacked in the middle of the night… So many things to worry about, so many problems to solve, yet all she could do was pull at Drakon’s hair, massage his scalp as he played with her nipples, and press his head harder against her breasts. Problems and sacrifices could wait. Right now, all she could focus on was him and the way his eyes sparkled and his pale skin glowed in the dim light of the candles spread all over the floor.
Satisfied with the hardness of both her nipples, Drakon kissed his way down her stomach and belly until he reached her mound. He stopped to enjoy her scent and run his hands over her hips and thighs. Her curves were amazing! Her skin was tanned and soft, and every time he cupped her butt or her breasts, he loved the sensation of having his hands full. He could knead and massage, and Aileen would respond with moans and deep, loud breaths. His cock was so hard that he could barely hold himself back. He wanted to turn her around, on her stomach, lift her hips in the air, and enter her in one swift motion. His body was screaming at him to do it, but he knew he had to take things slowly. Drakon wanted to enjoy every minute of this. He could never know when the bliss of having Aileen would be taken away by fate.
“Please,” she whispered.
Drakon smiled. He knew what she wanted. He had been hovering over her glistening folds for a minute, and she was growing impatient. He licked his lips in anticipation, then closed his eyes and let the tip of his tongue run from her entrance up to her clit. She tasted delicious.
“Oh… oh, yes…”
Aileen thought he would never do that. He had hesitated for so long, that she had started to think it would be a better idea to simply sit up, make him lie on his back, and straddle his hips. She wasn’t used to waiting for a man to make a move. When she wanted something, she knew how to take it. However, when Drakon dipped his tongue inside her tight pussy, Aileen realized she had no control over what was happening. She was completely at his mercy. No man had managed to make her feel so aroused and desperate. No man had made her so wet and ready to be taken. There was something about Drakon, and she didn’t know what it was. She didn’t care, either. Not now.
“I love your taste,” he said before pushing his tongue deeper inside her.
Aileen tried to laugh, but ended up releasing a loud moan. He made her feel incredible. The fact that he loved her curves, her smell, her taste… it made her feel accepted and desired as she had never felt before. If only this could last…
Drakon decided he had teased her enough. He moved up to her clit and started drawing quick circles around it, holding her hips in place with his strong hands. She moaned, moving her hips slowly, guiding his tongue right where she wanted it.
“Right there… Oh, don’t stop! Yes! So close…”
She had never come so fast and hard from receiving oral. The orgasm took her by surprise. The scream left her lips before she could worry about it, and the empty halls of the cave took it, and amplified, and multiplied it until it filled the insides of the mountain. For a second, she wondered whether someone standing in front of the cave could possibly hear her, but the thought disappeared completely when Drakon moved up her body to lie between her trembling legs. The head of his cock was now resting against her wet folds, and she couldn’t stop from thrusting her hips upwards to get some friction. The orgasm he had just given her was only the appetizer.
“You’re wonderful,” he whispered before covering her lips with his.
Aileen tasted herself, and it was sinfully delicious. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and moaned in his mouth when he started grinding his hips against her.
“Why are you making me wait?” she asked.
Drakon looked deep into her green eyes and smiled. It was a bitter smile. It held so much sadness and longing.
“I’m not making you wait, Aileen. I’m making myself wait… so I can enjoy every minute of this, every inch of your body. I never thought I would love again…”
Her heart skipped a beat.
“Love?”
Maybe she hadn’t heard right, maybe he had said it in the heat of the moment.
“Yes, love.”
Then, he kissed her again. It was deep, demanding, desperate. As if it was the end of the world and everything could collapse around them any minute. Aileen’s rational side shut down, and raw desire took over. She had slept with many men before, and this wasn’t the first time a man told her he loved her, but it was different. It felt different. She believed him. Not with her brain, but with her heart and soul. Drakon loved her, and that was the only thing that mattered.
She ran her hands up and down his back, then over his arms and chest. She couldn’t get enough of his hot, taut body. And “hot” had to be taken literally… His skin burned under her fingers, as if the dragon fire inside him was threatening to burst out and consume them both. Her sweaty palms found his hard abs. She spent a minute there, teasing and caressing, then went lower. Her fingers wrapped around his thick, long cock, and she stroked him slowly, enjoying the feel of every pulsing vein. She threaded her fingers through the dark, curly hair, then cupped his balls carefully, lovingly. He might have been a dragon shifter, but when she held the most sensitive part of his body in her hand, Aileen felt powerful. It was his turn to be at her mercy.
Drakon grunted. Her touches were light and teasing, but he was sure he would explode in her hands if she kept it up. She chuckled, and he threw her a disapproving glance, but he didn’t get to stare too many daggers at her because she swiftly guided his cock inside her warm, wet passage. He closed his eyes and bit down on his lower lip. The sensation was out of this world! She wasn’t the first woman he had entered, but she sure felt like it. The way her tight walls were pulsing around his length, drawing him in deeper and deeper… he needed all his self-control to push himself in slowly and allow her to adjust to his girth.
Aileen gasped at the sweet invasion. He was bigger than any man she had been with, and she loved feeling so full. When he was all the way in, she clenched and unclenched her muscles around him, happily noticing that his cock managed to touch all the sensitive spots inside her pussy.
“Move,” she ordered.
Drakon released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and pulled out until only the tip was in. Then, he plunged inside her, growling deep in his chest.
Aileen moaned when the head of his cock almost reached her cervix. The sensation was like nothing she had experienced before. With other men, if they pulled such a move on her, it would hurt. With Drakon, it was different. She felt herself opening up to him, relaxing all her muscles, and allowing him to go as deep as he wanted. With every thrust, moan, and scream, her pussy became wetter and softer. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his hips. She used the new position to control his movements and encourage him to pound her faster.
“Mmm… yes! Harder!” she screamed.
Drakon listened to her, but his eyes never stopped studying her face for any sign of discomfort.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he breathed.
She shook her head.
“There’s no way you can hurt me. Please…”
He smiled. Her plump lips, her flushed cheeks… she looked amazing!
“You don’t understand… I’m a shapeshifter. If I’m not careful, I might move too fast, push too hard. It would be easy for me to hurt you.”
Aileen opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“You’d never do anything to hurt me. Trust yourself.” She dug her heels deeper into his flesh. “Your body knows… Just let go.”
Let go… Oh, how Drakon would have loved to let go! But she was a fragile human… He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he broke something in her body.
“Aileen… I’m dangerous.”
She laughed, then moaned when he hit her G-spot. For a moment, she was unable to form a coherent sentence.
“You’re not a danger to me,” she said. “Trust me. Let go.”
Drakon couldn’t trust himself, but he could trust her. The way their bodies fit together, danced in the same rhythm… it was as if they had been meant to find each other. After all this time… Maybe that was why Drakon had been cursed and had had to live for so many thousands of years: to meet Aileen.
With a grunt, he let go. His hips started moving faster, harder, almost erratically. Their eyes were locked on each other. They both wanted to be there, present in the moment, completely focused on their lovemaking and what it was doing to their hearts, how it made them connect on a deeper, more significant level.
“Oh, God!” Aileen screamed.
A flood of moans, screams, and curses left her lips as she felt her second orgasm build inside her core. His cock hit her G-spot each and every time, and she couldn’t take it anymore. The pressure was unbearable. She focused on breathing in and out slowly, ready to enjoy every wave of pleasure that would take over her body. When it happened, she arched her back painfully and dug her nails into his arms.
Her pussy started pulsing around him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he came inside her, his seed coating her throbbing walls. A few seconds later, he fell on top of her, exhausted. Instead of complaining that he was too heavy, Aileen received him in her arms and pulled him as close as she could. Her pussy still clenched and unclenched around his cock, playfully this time, just because she loved the feel of having him in her body.
They stayed like that for a long while, simply breathing in each other’s scent. At some point, Aileen’s stomach started rumbling, and that was when she realized she hadn’t eaten anything all day. Drakon shot up as if the sound of her empty stomach had stabbed him in the chest.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “This is all my fault.”
He slipped out of her and stood up.
Aileen grabbed onto his arm and tried to make him lie back down next to her.
“Noooo… I don’t want you to go.”
“You’re starving.”
She thought for a second. He was right. With all that had happened that day, she hadn’t been able to feel anything but thirst. Now that she felt safe and happy, her stomach had gathered its courage to remind her of its existence.
“Then, I want to go with you.”
Drakon tensed, which Aileen noticed in a heartbeat.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s late,” he said. “I must do something. And I will also bring you food when I come back.”
“What do you mean you must do something?” She furrowed her brows. The intimacy they had just created between them was beginning to slip like sand through her fingers, and she couldn’t understand why. It was as if he was pulling away. Not intentionally, though. It was more like something from the outside was pulling him away from her.
“It’s almost midnight,” he explained. When he looked down at her, there was sadness in his eyes. “I can’t help it. The Golden Fleece is calling to me. I must go and make sure the treasure is still there, safe. It’s something I must do two times a day: at midnight, and at the break of dawn. It won’t take long, I promise.”
Aileen sighed. This curse they were dealing with truly was a pain in the ass.
“Promise you’ll be back soon?”
“Promise.”
“With food?”
He laughed.
“Yes, with food.”
“Good. It better have some meat, too.”
“I’ll hunt for you.”
Aileen nodded and let go of his arm.
Without giving it a second thought, Drakon leaned forward, caught her hand in his, and placed a small kiss on her knuckles.
Aileen shivered. She couldn’t be sure whether it was from the cold, or from the unexpected gentleness of his gesture.
“Soon,” he said, and turned around to leave.
“Wait!” Aileen sat up. “When you come back, will you help me find out what happened to my team? I came here with three other people. We were attacked last night, and that’s how I ended up in your cave. I was running away from the attackers.”
He immediately turned back to her.
“You were attacked?! Why didn’t you say something?”
She shrugged.
“It never came up? I mean… there were so many other things to talk about, and there was also the problem of you wanting to cook me for dinner. I couldn’t tell you about my team and the attack on our camp when I was trying to come up with reasons why you shouldn’t turn me into a human torch.”
Drakon bit the inside of his cheek until he could taste blood. Yes, he had done that to her. He had scared her, tried to kill her, almost burned her alive. Why was she so good to him? Something had happened between them in the span of the past few hours… They had turned from enemies to lovers, and it was impossible to explain why. Then again… the same thing had happened with Medea. Destiny? He couldn’t find any other better explanation. The Ancient Greeks had been big on destiny, and Drakon still had their beliefs in his blood.
“Where is your camp?”
“Was… most likely,” she whispered in a low, defeated voice. “Half an hour away from here.”
Drakon’s shoulders slumped.
“I’m sorry, Aileen. I can’t leave the clearing. The curse won’t allow me.”
She bit her lower lip and nodded slowly.
“Of course. I… I know. It’s okay. I’ll find a way.”
He knelt in front of her and grabbed her by the shoulders to draw her attention.
“The only place where I can protect you is here, Aileen. Do you hear me?”
Surprise danced in her green eyes.
“I can’t just leave my team out there,” she said. “It’s already been too long… I was here all day, while God knows what those bastards were doing to them. I don’t even know what they want from us. From me… But I have to find out. I have to figure out a way to save them. That is… if they’re still alive.”
“There’s nothing I want more than to help you rescue your friends, but I can’t. You have to promise me you won’t leave the cave while I’m gone.”
His eyes flew to the corridor. The call of the treasure was getting stronger. He needed to check on it soon.
“Promise me, Aileen!”
“Yes, all right. I promise.”
“Good. Good.”
He let out a breath of relief and stood up. He allowed himself to look at her once more, then turned around and almost ran out of the room. Now that he knew some vile men were after her, he didn’t like the idea of losing her from his sight. However, there was nothing he could do. He had to go to the Golden Fleece right then, at midnight, and spend a couple of minutes simply contemplating it. There was no use trying to fight this strange need. Drakon knew it wasn’t him. It was the curse. Over the years, he had tried to fight it with zero success. All he could do was leave Aileen there, fulfill his duty for the night, then go on a quick hunt for her. He would have loved to take her with him, but he couldn’t. The curse prevented him from showing the Golden Fleece to anyone. The ones who wanted to steal it had to look for the chamber it was held in themselves. From Drakon’s experience, they never got to reach the chamber…
Aileen watched Drakon disappear in the darkness. She waited for a couple of minutes, then realized she was too cold to stay there, on the bed of leaves. Carefully, she took one of the candles lying on the ground, and found her way back to the room with the underground river, where she had left her clothes. After getting dressed and feeling a bit better, she decided to explore a bit. After all, she wasn’t going to walk out of the cave. She had made a promise.
For a couple of minutes, Aileen wandered from one room to another. The candle started flickering, and she realized she was getting closer to the entrance of the cave. She hesitated, then decided there could be no harm in peeking out. As she was stepping closer and closer to the opening, she almost tripped over something. She took a step back and knelt so she could inspect the floor.
“Oh, would you look at that! My phone!”
She turned it on, and smiled when she saw the battery was still half full. Her joy didn’t last long, though. A big, calloused hand covered her mouth, and Aileen dropped both the candle and her phone. She struggled and tried to break free, but there was no use. Another strong hand grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her, as if they were nothing but fragile twigs. The man who grabbed her started dragging her out of the cave, and all her kicking and grunting did nothing to change the situation in her favor.