Sleigh Bells and Dragon Spells (Whispering Pines #8)

Chapter 40

FORTY

L ater that night, snow crunched beneath Briar’s boots as she made her way up the path to her house. Christmas lights twinkled through the windows like welcoming beacons. The scent of chocolate and cinnamon drifted on the night air, drawing her forward with its promise of warmth.

She barely had time to reach for the doorknob before it swung open, revealing Falkor’s tall frame silhouetted against the cozy light within. His golden eyes sparkled as he took her in, snowflakes melting in her red hair.

“I thought dragons didn’t do domestic,” she teased, spotting the steaming mugs of hot cocoa on the coffee table behind him.

“We make exceptions for Christmas witches.” He pulled her inside and into his arms. The lingering winter chill melted away as she pressed against his chest, his natural dragon warmth enveloping her like a blanket.

“I missed you,” he murmured into her hair. The simple admission meant more coming from him—this ancient being who’d spent centuries avoiding attachment.

Briar tilted her face up to his. “Enough to make hot cocoa?”

“With extra marshmallows.” His lips curved into that rare, genuine smile that never failed to make her heart skip. “Though if you’d rather have tea...”

She silenced him with a kiss, rising onto her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. His response was immediate and passionate, one hand tangling in her hair while the other drew her closer.

When they finally broke apart, his eyes had taken on that molten quality that never failed to make her knees weak. “The cocoa’s getting cold,” he observed, his voice rougher than usual.

“We can reheat it later.” Briar traced the line of his jaw, feeling the slight tremor that ran through him at her touch. “Much later.”

Briar grabbed his face and kissed him. “What are you thinking?”

“I think I need you now, or I’ll go insane.”

Falkor carried her to the bedroom. He set her onto her feet and immediately consumed her lips, his tongue plunging inside her mouth and taking command.

He removed her sweater and pushed down her jeans. His hungry eyes devoured her. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached up to undo his jeans. She freed his cock from its prison and licked the tip while meeting his eyes.

“You are so sexy,” he gasped.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she purred. Briar gripped his shaft, feeling the vein pulsing under her fingers. She rubbed him, enjoying the way Falkor growled and groaned.

“Looks like I figured out how to manage a grumpy dragon,” she said smugly.

“Is that so?”

Falkor grabbed her by the shoulders and thrust her back onto the bed. He leaped atop her, his powerfully muscled form easily pinning her to the mattress. He ran his hands along her legs, starting from the bottom of her calf and moving up to her inner thighs. He firmly shoved her legs apart and buried his face in her sex.

“Oh wow,” Briar groaned, her eyes rolling back. “That feels so good…”

His free hand squeezed one ass cheek, and then the other, holding her in place while her hips bucked beneath his face. She was wild, crazed with pleasure, whimpering for release.

He made sure she got it.

Her climax came, and Briar reared up, her hands instinctively clasping either side of his head as she screamed out with ecstasy. Her voice grew ragged as pulse after pulse shot through her body, living lightning that left hazy purple pleasure in its wake.

As she came down from her climax, Falkor placed tiny kisses on her inner thighs and then worked up her abdomen to her breasts.

They kissed again. Then he slid inside her and began to pump into her in a way that took her breath away.

They kissed, their tongues dancing, teasing at each other before diving deep into one another’s mouths.

Then she could no longer keep kissing him. The pleasure he was bringing her made her turn her head to the side as quicker, louder passionate cries escaped her lips. She clutched him to her body. He set up a quick, steaming rhythm to their lovemaking.

“Yes, like that, like that,” she whispered in his ear.

He maintained the pace. Her cries gained in intensity, quickening, and then she let out one long, loud call as she felt his body release at the same time as hers.

They were both frozen for a moment – statues of ecstasy. Then, their bodies collapsed. She seemed to sink into the bed as he rested on her.

Both breathed heavily.

Briar never thought she’d know the kind of passion where a man could give her an amazing orgasm and then have her ready for another so quickly. “Falkor…” she whispered.

“Yes?” he asked, lifting his face from her breast and giving her a look of utter, pure hungry desire. To be the focus of that gaze sent shivers through her spine and tripped off an aftershock orgasm that made her toes curl.