Mated to the Earth Dragon (Elemental Mates 2)

And then, as she allowed herself to sink deeper and deeper into the colors of the land, she began to feel what Damon must have been feeling all along.

Emotion. Or what counted as emotion when it came from the very earth they were standing on.

Like a rush of green growth, it nearly overwhelmed her when she finally felt what Damon felt. He’d said the earth was singing a song his dragon could hear—and now, at last, Autumn could hear it, too.

Growth. Protectiveness. Nourishment. Love.

Little by little, the swirling colors all around them formed a picture. Autumn gasped when she could make out the surroundings of the spring in the small hollow, now formed by shimmering strands of light.

And there—there was another shape forming. A baby dragon, beating its wings and soaring above the spring, the round little body almost too heavy for the tiny wings that had not grown out yet.

“A family. The land wants another dragon family,” she breathed.

She wasn’t even aware that she’d said it out loud until Damon groaned and tightened his arms around her, his lips finding the sensitive spot right behind her ear that made her shiver.

“It’s the way of nature,” he said huskily. “Life. Growth. Even the bond between us. But I didn’t know the land would take such an interest in our bond...”

Autumn moaned when his lips trailed down her throat again. It felt like her skin was burning everywhere he touched her. Between her thighs, arousal had already made her wet, her panties soaked as her entire body throbbed with the need to feel him.

“I want you,” she gasped recklessly when she felt his rock-hard erection against her thigh. “But—but this feels like someone’s watching us!”

Damon laughed hoarsely even as his lips sought out her own. “That’s because someone is. But I’m the master of my element. I could distract it—”

“Yes,” Autumn moaned eagerly when his thumb found her hard nipple. Even through the fabric of her shirt, the touch sent an electric jolt through her.

She was on fire. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone or anything before.

And she wanted to have him on her own terms, because they wanted each other, and not because the spirit of the earth or whatever this strange power was had decided that it was time for the dragon to start a family.

At her answer, Damon grinned at her.

Gently, resisting the swirling desire that was still rushing and roaring all around them like a river, he pressed her down into the grass, coming to rest on top of her.

Autumn moaned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She trailed her hands down the strong muscles of his back.

Damon arched, his hard shaft grinding against her thigh—and then his eyes turned the color of metal again.

A wave of power emanated from him. They were so close that Autumn could feel it burn through her—or perhaps by now she was so attuned to the strange energy that was his to command that she could actually feel him wield it.

The roar all around him decreased little by little. The swirling colors of the earth paled, then were gone. The power was still there, thrumming all around them—but the weird feeling of being watched by an invisible power was gone.

Instead, the focus of it had shifted.

Autumn gasped when there, right next to her face, a daisy popped out of the earth. Then there came another, and another. Near her hand, bluebells were shooting out of the grass. When she turned her head, she could see clumps of poppies rapidly breaking through the soil, blossoming into patches of bright red.

Everywhere she looked, flowers were sprouting. The tiny, green glade had become a small enclosure filled with bright flowers within a moment. The air was fragrant with the scent of flowers, and the energy that had swirled around them earlier now sank back into the earth, coaxing blossom after blossom to bloom.

And then Damon’s mouth was back on hers. As she arched into the kiss, she felt the same need that had overwhelmed her before.

It had never left. It was a part of her. He set her on fire with a single touch, the way no other had befo

re—and she still burned for him, even with the matchmaking spirit of the earth distracted otherwise.

She exhaled when he drew back. Then she reached up with a hand to thread her fingers into his hair. At the same time, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small, square package.

“You’ve come prepared,” she said, her heart beating faster as she watched him put the foil between his teeth for a second to have his hands free.

He popped open the buttons of his jeans. Then he grinned at her, taking hold of the condom again. “That’s why I showed you around the mansion first, before the gardens.”