The idea had come to Alex on a whim, but now that she had put her condition out there, she really wanted to go to Scotland and see Dorian’s home.
His warm brown eyes seemed to burn with more gold than usual as they stared at her. A blond brow slowly rose. “You want to see Dreagan?”
“After all you’ve described, yes.”
There was a beat of silence. “You ran.”
She took in a deep breath because she’d known he might bring this up. “I did. I was terrified. Dragons aren’t supposed to be real. At least not how I’ve been raised. I sat all night among my artifacts thinking about you and what I’d seen. I felt an assortment of things. Fear, worry, anger, and confusion. By the time Meg arrived this morning, I was numb, unable to know what I felt, much less find a word for it. But there was one emotion that stood out.”
“Anger,” he replied.
Alex nodded. “I pieced together that you were there for something I had. It was Meg who pointed out that you could’ve hurt me at any time, but never did.”
“Remind me to thank her for that.”
Alex smiled at his interjection. “I know why you kept your secret. You and the other Kings have suffered enough. Whatever I have that can help is yours.”
“You wouldna sell it before, but now you give it to us?”
“Now that I know what it’s for, of course. I get offers for pieces in my collection all the time, and Meg knows the answer is always no without telling me about the buyers. I don’t even know who makes the proposition.”
Dorian flattened his lips for a heartbeat. “I have an offer. You allow me to bring the artifact, along with you, to Dreagan, but when we’re finished with it, the piece returns to your collection.”
“You would give it back?”
“Doona sound so surprised. Of course we would. If it can no’ help us, we’ve no use for it.”
She smiled and held out her hand. “Deal.”
His long, warm fingers slid against her palm before wrapping around her hand. A moment later she was in his lap.
Her breath left in a whoosh, her free arm instinctively going around his neck. Once more against his hard chest, her body roared to life. She knew how amazing his hands were on her body, how his tongue could tease her to the point of utter bliss.
“Why shake when we can kiss?” Dorian murmured.
His eyes were on her lips. Alex’s heart thumped erratically. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“Then stop talking,” he said and pulled her head down.
As soon as their lips touched, she moaned. All the worry and distress of the night before seemed like a lifetime ago. It didn’t matter that Dorian was a dragon. She knew what she felt—and the depth of the love that he had awakened.
Within moments they were breathing heavily. His fingers had pulled her hair from her bun, and she couldn’t get close enough to him.
“I need inside you,” he said between fiery kisses.
She nodded. “Yes.”
Alex gasped when he lifted her so that she straddled him. By the time she lowered herself, both of them were naked.
“Oh.”
He grinned. “I couldna wait for the time it would take to remove our clothes.”
“I’m not complaining.”
His arms wrapped around her, raising her. “Good.”
Her hands halted their caress of his shoulders when she felt his hard cock against her. With one thrust he was inside her. She dropped her head back, her mouth opened on a silent scream of absolute pleasure.
The world around them faded away as they became lost in each other. The desire, the longing, the undeniable hunger.
Alex rotated her hips before riding him hard, his fingers digging into her. The sight of his eyes darkening with need excited her—and pushed her to give him more.
Her breasts swelled, her nipples puckering in anticipation for his touch. And he didn’t disappoint. The feel of him suckling at her breast as his arousal filled her was sublime.
Ecstasy swirled low in her belly. She reached for the climax, longing to feel that powerful bliss once more.
But Dorian proved he was very much in control when he shifted them so that she knelt next to the chair, bent over the cushion. He filled her once more, pumping hard and deep twice before he stilled.
“Can you feel me, lass?” he murmured against her ear.
She nodded breathlessly.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I feel you. All of you.”
His teeth slid around her lobe and gently bit down, holding for a heartbeat before letting it go with a soft suck. “I’ll always be inside you.”
Chills raced over her skin at his husky words that were both a promise and a warning. And she loved it.
He swiped her curls out of the way and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “My words excite you.”
“Yes.” No one else had known what she needed. She hadn’t even realized it.
But somehow Dorian had.
“Then I am yours.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She wanted to look into his eyes, to see if he meant what she hoped he meant. But he wouldn’t let her move. Because he wasn’t finished with her yet.
Anticipation mixed with eagerness when he straightened before grinding his hips against her, reminding her that he was deep inside her. As if she could forget that sensation.
One of his large hands flattened at her neck and slowly caressed downward. “Such a beautiful body. There are so many ways I want to take you.”
Yes! She wanted that, needed that.
“And in every one, you will scream your pleasure.”
She clenched around his arousal, trying to get him to move. In response, he reached around and pinched her nipple hard.
Alex swallowed against the searing pain that instantly turned to pleasure. “I need you.”
“I can feel your wet heat.”
“Please. Don’t make me wait.”
His chuckle was low and so seductive that it made her clit quiver. “Sometimes the best way to gain pleasure is by denying yourself what you want most until you can no’ bear it another moment. And only then do you give in.”
That certainly sounded like something she would like.
“You willna come until I tell you.”
She closed her eyes, a smile upon her lips. “Yes.”
If she thought he would begin moving, she was wrong. He remained so deep inside her that he was against her womb. To prevent her from moving her hips, he’d pressed her hard against the chair.
But she needed some friction. So she tried to move her hips. To her dismay, his hands stopped her before she could even begin.
“No moving, lass,” Dorian ordered.
Being told she couldn’t move only made her want to do it even more. She was so focused on remaining still that she didn’t realize he’d moved his hands until his fingers slid against her labia and then up and around her aching clit.
She moaned, jerking at the contact, but his large body held her still. The delicate, constant motion of his finger back and forth on her clit had her breathing hard, her body trembling as she fought to remain unmoving.
All too quickly she felt herself tumbling toward an orgasm. She fought to keep it at bay and not give in to the wonderful pleasure she knew awaited her, but she could only last so long.
Right before the climax took her, Dorian pulled his hand away. She dragged in a ragged breath. Suddenly, he took her hands and pulled her arms back so that she raised her head.
Then he began to move. She sighed, pleased to finally feel the length of him sliding in and out of her. His tempo quickened until their bodies were rocking against each other.
With her already on the cusp of a climax, it didn’t take him long to bring her right back to the brink. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, of Dorian’s rough breathing only intensified the experience.
“Alex,” he ground out as his thrusts became short and fast. “Now!”
The orgasm was an explosion of pure bliss, utter paradise. With every thrust, Dorian took her higher, lengthening her pleasure. He buried himself deep, wrapping an arm around her middle so that they were locked together as their bodies succumbed to the breath-stealing climax.
They remained in that position for several minutes. Dorian pulled out of her, and by the time he lifted her to hold her in his lap in the chair, they were once more clothed.
Alex rested her head on his shoulder. “I could get used to this.”
“So could I.”
She wanted to ask him about his declaration that he was hers. What had he meant exactly? She didn’t want to assume anything. It was better for everyone involved if things were spelled out so each knew where the other stood.
But she couldn’t get the words past her lips.
“I don’t suppose we can stay like this forever?” she asked.
He turned his face and kissed her forehead. “Once we have the artifact at Dreagan then we can.”
“You’re really going to let me go with you?”
“We made a deal.”
“What about Con and the others? Won’t they be upset?” she asked.
He grunted and pressed his lips to her forehead again. “They’ll get over it.”
That made her smile. Alex sat up to look at him. “I’ve only been to Scotland once, and it was just to Edinburgh. I’m ready to see your land, and I know you and the others are anxious to get the artifact. Besides, the day is still young.”
He stood in one fluid motion and slowly let her legs drop, though he didn’t let her go. “You’re a remarkable woman, Alexandra Sheridan. From the verra first, you surprised me.”
“I’ve been called many things, but never remarkable.”
“Then everyone else are fools if they doona see what I do.”
At that moment, Alex thought she could walk on clouds. There was something about being with Dorian that brought the rest of the world into focus.
“I have a private plane,” she said.
One side of his lips lifted in a grin. “Dreagan has helicopters, but I believe we’ll need a plane. Which we should take since I can no’ fly back myself.”
She blinked. “You were going to fly back?”
“Aye. My gift is to turn invisible, remember.”
As if being an immortal shape-shifting dragon with magic wasn’t enough. “Do all the Kings have gifts?”
“Aye,” he said as he set her on her feet and took her hand.
She pulled him toward the door, grabbing her purse on the way. “Tell me on the way to my place. I want to know every detail.”