Craved by the Dragon (Stonefire Dragons 8)

Biting her lip, she nodded.

Lorcan turned slowly and her eyes drank in his tall, lean frame, firm muscles, and deliciously round bum. It was a miracle the male hadn't been snatched up before.

However, the instant he finished his turn, Lorcan covered her body and took her face between his hands. It took everything she had to concentrate on his words since his cock was resting between her thighs. He murmured, "I will make it up to you later with my tongue between your legs, but right now, all I can think about is being inside you."

"Then take me, Lorcan." She raised a leg and hooked it around his hip. "I'm more than ready."

She moved her hips and he groaned. "I can feel how wet you are."

"Your time is limited. Normally I'm okay with that, but for now, I want you. Let's not waste what precious time we have together."

Lorcan position his cock at her entrance. "You are mine, Caity. And after tonight, you'll understand that well."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, in a good way.

In the next second, he inched inside her until he filled her to the hilt. She groaned and closed her eyes, savoring the fullness.

"Look at me, love."

She forced her eyes open, the tenderness and desire in Lorcan's eyes rendering her speechless.

There were a million reasons why it never would've worked between them over the decades. But now, in this moment, they were together. And Caitlin had a feeling she'd enjoy the male above her for the rest of her life.

Lorcan moved his hips and she soon lost any thought but the pleasure he brought her. Neither one of them lasted long the first time, but Lorcan easily lived up to his word. By the end of the night, Caitlin was sated, boneless, and happier than she'd been in a long time. As she listened to Lorcan's heart beat under her ear, she only hoped everyone she cared for would soon be as happy as she was in the present.

Not wanting to think about the near future, Caitlin closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep in the arms of a male who made her feel safe and treasured.

Chapter Fifteen

Killian had no idea how many hours or days had passed, but sometime later he was inside a jail cell, trying his best to construct a mental prison for his two-headed dragon before they started attacking each other again.

The trick was in creating a divider and compartment for each head. Because containing them together would only lead to more seizures and possibly his death.

After all, Dr. Sid had been blunt—if he couldn't find a way to make the dragons get along, then he needed to keep them apart until they did. Because the constant fighting would kill him sooner rather than later.

He placed the last bar and held his breath. Each dragon head banged against the compartments, but it held.

To better keep everything straight, he referred to the dragons as Black and Blue, to correspond to each color. It was also an homage to how their fighting made his mind feel black and blue as well.

Blue spoke up. This is unfair. Why should I be placed in here? Just put a muzzle on him and we'll be fine.

Black growled. You are the young, untrained one. You should be muzzled. That way I can help Killian with his duties.

Tristan MacLeod's voice interrupted the conversation inside Killian's head. "Well?"

Killian sighed. "They're contained, but still arguing. I'm not sure how to make it stop."

"Keeping them apart is the first step. Getting them to work together will take some time."

Running his hand through his hair, Killian met the dragonman's gaze. "Everyone keeps saying that. But if anyone is going to tell me the truth, I think it would be you. Will I ever get out of here and live a normal life?"

Tristan grunted. "I think your chances are greater to succeed than fail. A teenage dragon-shifter in Wales suffered a much milder effect of the same drug. Her dragon returned much younger, too, afterward, but the dragon is slowly catching up to her normal age. Now that you can contain your dragons, I think we need to focus on training the younger one. When they act about the same age, they might get along better.

Each of his dragons glared at one another, but Killian ignored them. "Does that mean getting out of this prison?"

"When you're no longer a danger to others, we'll let you out. Not before." Tristan took out his mobile phone and his face softened a second before returning to its normally gruff expression. "We'll have to stop here for now. My daughter is causing havoc and my mate needs me. I'll be back tomorrow."

Tristan exited the room before Killian could say anything else.