Loving the Dragon (Vintage Collection)

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Aidan stayed awake late into the night, studying the highland dragon legend. The code. He had to get a copy of the code. How could he and Micah be fated for the same woman if Micah didn’t love Kristen? Wasn’t love a part of the soulmate thing?

The only person who might have a copy of the code was Declan, and he was dead.

Did Micah have the code? There was one way to find out.

He deposited Kristen in her bed and made sure her home was secure, and then he went to find his brother

The code.

He had to see the code.

He had no idea where Micah was staying, but he could track him. He didn’t like using his tracking sense. It was an invasion of privacy. But in this case, he had no choice.

He summoned his dragon and inhaled.

Micah.

Serpentine. Black soul. He was near.

Aidan went outside, changed swiftly and flew.

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Kristen hugged the hard body on top of her. Mmm, perfectly masculine, perfectly perfect. Sweet firm lips touched hers, a tongue tracing them, teeth nibbling them. She arched upward into the male hardness.

The lips left her mouth and nibbled across her cheek to her earlobe, and then down her neck to the swells of her breasts. Her nipples hardened, aching for attention. And the lips obliged, kissing one nipple every so lightly, and then sucking, pulling, tugging. Heat pooled between her legs and her pussy throbbed.

A deep voice spoke straight into her mind.

“I’m going to suck your cunt, baby. I’m going to eat all that cream out of you until you’re screaming for me to let you come.”

Harsh words. But God, so sexy. She spread her legs. She wanted those full sweet lips on her pussy, that tongue deep inside her.

And then it found her. Those lips tugged at her folds and ate at her core. The tongue flicked across her clit. She grabbed the sheet on either side of her, careening toward the precipice. Just when she thought she was ready to fly, he pulled back just a little, and then began his torment again.

“Such a sweet cunt, baby.’ The voice vibrated against her thigh. “So wet for me. So wet for my mouth and my tongue. You taste amazing. God, I want to lick your pussy forever.”

She writhed, grinding against his mouth, his stubble chafing her, but she didn’t care. It felt so good. So good she wanted to soar.

Just as she was about to lift off, he pulled back once more.

“God, please!” she begged. “Please, you have to let me come, Aidan.”

The dark head rose from her vulva, and Aidan smiled. “Since you said please.”

He dived back in, feasting on her, licking, kissing, slurping. And she came, rising above again on the back of her black dragon. Chasing the mountains in the moonlight.

Black dragon?

The orgasm continued, her body convulsing. her mind soaring.

Black dragon. Last time Aidan was a golden dragon.

But God she felt so good. The tremors kept coming, surging through her like tidal waves.

Black dragon, black dragon, black dragon.

She plummeted down to earth and a handsome face smiled between her legs.

A handsome face framed in long blond hair.

Micah!

Dear God!

How did he get into her bedroom?

She thrashed and squeezed her legs together. And suddenly her eyes popped open. No Micah. She was alone in her bedroom. It had been a dream, thank God.

She should have known he wasn’t Aidan. “I’m going to eat your cunt, baby.” Those words would not have come from Aidan’s mouth. They were too crass. Too harsh. But oh God, had they turned her on.

Aidan had asked her to say what she wanted in her dream about him. Micah had said it himself. Different, but both exciting.

But Aidan was who she wanted. Who she had lusted after for so long. But could she destroy the bond between two brothers?

Perhaps she should just walk away.

She sat straight up and took a long drink from the cup of water she kept on her nightstand. She’d had one date with Aidan, none with Micah. She was fretting over dreams, for God’s sake.

Oh, why had Micah turned up? Now she’d have to give up Aidan. And never even have a chance with Micah. But she couldn’t come between two bothers. She just couldn’t. She had to be strong.

She got up. Damn, her pussy was still throbbing. Had that orgasm been real? She longed for another.

She’d only masturbated in the shower before. But why not in her bed? If only she had a dildo to imagine Aidan’s cock sliding in and out of her.

Or Micah’s.

No, Aidan’s. It was Aidan. It had always been Aidan.

He was the one who had come to her store, who had tantalized her. Who stood reading magazine after magazine until he’d finally come to talk to her.

He’s the one who’d taken her on a wonderful ride into the mountains and to an amazing dinner.