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  “We’ll take it from here,” his brother Egan said.

  Katrina left. Before either of his brothers could ask, Brenton cut them off. “I don’t want to talk about it. Just leave and I’ll handle it.”

  “Bren --”

  “No, just go, guys. I need to be alone. I’ll talk about it later,” he lied.

  Kyden sighed. “Fine, but you better tell us about it. It’s not like you to lose control like this.”

  Thankfully they left without another word. Brenton slid out of bed and strode to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto Utopian Bay. Somewhere out there, Sky was probably scared and alone. When they met again, if she came back to the club, he’d lay everything on the table and let her decide where they would go next. But first he’d have to do something about his dragon.

  Chapter Two

  Two months later…

  “So, we’re doing well and the opening of the new dungeon is going to bring in new clientele,” Katrina said.

  “Uh huh,” Brenton replied as he scanned the patrons of Pagan’s Corner pub.

  “We need new security, though.”

  “Sure, sure.” He didn’t look at her when he answered. Without looking, he reached out and picked up his ale. Brenton took a sip and put the glass back on the table.

  “The sky is neon orange with yellow polka dots.”

  “Lovely.” Finally he spotted her, moving with fluid grace among the patrons. He leaned forward, trying to get a better look. A hard smack on the back of his head forced his chin to hit his chest. He swore and looked back at Katrina. “What the hell?”

  “Is Sky why we’re here? You told me you were buying me drinks.”

  “We are drinking.” He gestured to the glasses on the table.

  Katrina rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Look, just go up and talk to her. She’s been to the club a few times and feels horrible about the way she reacted. Although I’d have freaked out too if you’d shifted on me with no warning.”

  “I just don’t know --”

  “Talk to her. Her dragon lord wasn’t a bad man. He didn’t abuse her in any way or treat her badly like some did. Sky will understand.”

  “I yelled at her.”

  “You weren’t in your right mind. As long as you truly feel sorry and you’re honest with her it’s all good. Go on and get laid already.”

  “What?”

  “She wants you, dragon and all. Go get your woman.”

  Katrina slid off of the stool. She made her way around him and was about to leave when he called her back.

  “Rina, here.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a black folder. “New bouncer, hired him today. You’ll thank me later.” He grinned at her and watched the emotions rush across her face.

  He knew Katrina hated him doing something for the club without telling her. “I’ll deal with you later. Just go get your woman before I maim you.”

  Katrina disappeared into the crowd and Brenton turned back to trying to find Sky. He saw her at the bar taking off her apron. Break time. Brenton grinned, downed his drink and made his way toward her. This time I won’t let you get away from me.

  —

  Sky stepped out of the pub and into the back alley. The scent of the bakery nearby mingled with the scents of the flower shop next door to the pub. She took a deep breath to steady herself. This was the fourth time this week Brenton Lisander had been into the bar but hadn’t said anything to her. He’d come in with his brothers, his club manager and alone, but during none of those times did he wave her down to talk about what happened two months ago. She’d been to the club several times and he’d avoided her. For weeks she’d tried leaving messages to apologize for her reaction. She’d been around dragons for most of her life. Brenton changing shouldn’t have scared her so much, but the pain on his face had been too much for her to bear.

  She’d hated the way he had looked and gotten help. Now he hated her, she was sure of it.

  “Sky?”

  She turned around to find the bartender Hunter looking at her oddly. He twisted a towel in his hands. His large blue eyes were filled with apprehension.

  “What’s up?”

  “I was wondering… If you weren’t busy later… I mean to say that I would like to --” he stammered, only to be cut off by Brenton behind him.

  “She’s busy later.”

  Sky narrowed her eyes. All fear of having offending him melted at his rudeness to Hunter. “You don’t know what I’ll be doing later. Now, Hunter, I’d love to go out with you, but I have plans with my friends tonight. Maybe some other time?”

  The gargoyle smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

  Her heart melted as she watched him walk away only to realize that whatever he felt for her she couldn’t return. Sky wanted someone else. Currently that someone was glaring at her.

  “Why did you get his hopes up like that?” He strode toward her. She didn’t back up one inch. Despite the fire blazing in his eyes she doubted he’d do anything. He didn’t want her.

  “I didn’t get his hopes up. I really do want to go out with him. He’s kind and sweet and --”

  “He’s a freakin puppy!”

  She growled at him. “Don’t call him that. He’s a nice guy.”

  “Nice guys get trampled on,” Brenton retorted.

  “Why are you such an asshole?”

  “Why are you denying what you feel for me?” He stepped closer until their bodies were a breath apart. Despite her body tightening and heating and every nerve ending coming alive and yearning for his touch, she didn’t step away.

  “Oh, I don’t know. You don’t take my calls when I try to apologize. You avoid me at the club and in the bar. So what am I supposed to think, oh distant one? I want answers. I’m only a sub in the dungeon, not out here. Explain why you’re avoiding me.” It was a tight fit but she managed to cross her arms over her chest and glare at him.

  “You’re supposed to think that I feel awful for scaring you that night.”

  She raised an eyebrow in question. “Oh really? And where the hell was I supposed to get that from? You weren’t speaking to me, and I was too scared to talk to you in person for fear that you’d freak out on me.”

  He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. For a second she was mesmerized by the way the moonlight caught the silver and gray coloring and made it glisten. Her breath stalled in her throat and she was reminded of his masculine beauty from his strong jaw and chiseled cheekbones to silver eyes so pale they were almost white. He was a mountain of man compared to her five foot three. Even in heels she barely reached his broad shoulders, which were, for the moment, hidden beneath a wool coat.

  Sky wanted him the way she saw him at the club, relaxed and uninhibited. She wanted to see the hard planes of his pectorals tipped with dark brown nipples. Her mind traveled down to his trim waist and the high defined ridges of his abdomen. Her mouth watered at the mental image. She wanted to trace every inch of him with her tongue and savor the salty flavor of him. Her mental assessment dropped lower, past the belt buckle to his groin. He’d always kept her blindfolded so she’d never gotten a look at his cock. She couldn’t help but wonder what his cock would look like.

  The sound of him clearing his throat brought her out of her daydreams. She glanced up at him to find his eyes had become black and he was exhaling puffs of silver. His dragon had awakened.

  “You want to fuck me.”

  She snorted. “No, I don’t.”

  “Liar.” Brenton grabbed her arms in a firm grip and backed her into the side of the flower shop. “You want me. I can smell it. Just like you wanted me at the club before the disaster happened.”

  “So? I can get aroused, can’t I? This is a free island and you’re attractive.”

  “You weren’t turned on by Hunter.”

  “What do you want me to say?” she shouted. “I want you. There, I said it. I want to fuck your brains out. Happy now?”

  “Not even close.” He bent his h
ead down and took a hard, biting, passionate kiss. His mouth swallowed up Sky’s whimpers. She reached up, grabbed onto his coat and hung on. The passionate onslaught was overloading her system; nerve endings misfired as sparks of pleasure went off. Her pussy clenched as desire dampened her panties. Her breasts became heavy, nipples tightened into aching buds that yearned for his touch.

  When he tore his mouth from hers she cried out in protest as her knees threatened to give out on her. Sky had a death grip on his coat as she tried to steady herself. When he pulled up her skirt and ripped her panties she was too aroused to protest. She wanted his hands on her now.

  “Bren --” Her thoughts scattered at the first touch of his fingers on her labia. He stroked his callused fingertips up and down her thick damp folds, drawing moans and gasps from her. The rough sensations combined with the cool air set off delicious tremors through her. “More,” she begged, wanting his fingers in her pussy.

  “Say it, soulerrrr,” he purred. “Tell me what you want. Don’t be afraid to be specific. I want to hear it.”

  “I want your fingers in my pussy. Fuck me with your fingers.” One of her hands unclenched from his coat and she grabbed his wrists and moved his fingers toward her cunt. He ran one digit around her slick entrance.

  “Fucking hell, already wet for me. Let’s see if I can’t make you drip that delicious honey of yours.”

  Sky leaned against the brick wall for support and tilted her hips toward him. She rested her head against the wall and let him play her like a violin. His fingers rimmed her entrance, teasing her with short dips into her tight channel before going back to stroke and pinch her pussy lips. He delved between the folds of her labia to circle her clit. Her body bucked at the contact as her cunt tightened and relaxed. She felt her juices trickle down her thigh.

  “Play with your nipples for me. Show me how you like it,” he ordered.

  When she faltered, Brenton pinched her clit, causing her to cry out as her belly spasmed and pleasure coiled tighter inside of her. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, sir.” Sky fell back into the times when she was his sub. Her hands shook as she brought them to her chest. First she massaged her breasts before settling on her nipples. She pinched and rolled the hardened tips through the fabric of her shirt. His growl of frustration caused her to pause and look at him.

  “This won’t do. I want to see you naked.” Brenton’s fingers left her pussy, which made her whimper until he brought the slick digits to his mouth and lapped up her juices. Her arousal flared as she watched his tongue lick up and down his fingers.

  “Delicious. I can’t wait to feast on your pussy later. Now for that shirt.” He reached and grabbed handfuls of her uniform and ripped.

  She gasped. “That’s my uniform!”

  “I’ll buy you another one,” he mumbled before taking another kiss and slipping his fingers back between her thighs. She groaned when he strummed her clit with his thumb while sinking two fingers into her tight, wet channel. Sky tightened her vaginal muscles around his fingers, trying to draw him further into her body.

  “Is this what you want, souler? Or perhaps my cock would do much better?” He nibbled his way along her jaw and down her throat, setting off tiny fires in his wake. “Tell me what you yearn for, Sky, and I’ll give it to you.”

  “I want you to fuck me within an inch of my life, sir,” she moaned. Sky moved her body with the rhythm of his thrusting fingers. She cried out when he took a nipple between his teeth and tugged gently before sucking the nub into his mouth. Shards of lightning shot straight to her core. It rippled around his fingers as he drew pleasure out of her with each pull of his lips, pass of his thumb on her clit and thrust of his fingers.

  He released her nipple with a soft pop. “With my fingers or cock? I have to tell you that I’m so hard I could drill a hole into the side of the building, and I want very badly to be inside of you.”

  He pressed down on her clit and then released. Desire flowed through her and for a moment she was unable to answer. He gently bit her nipple. “Answer me, Sky. How do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Fuck me with your cock, sir. Please, fuck me,” she begged.

  “As you wish.” He withdrew his fingers, causing her to whimper at their loss. Brenton kissed her hard, sending her senses spinning. Before she knew it he was teasing the slick lips of her pussy with the thick head of his cock before positioning himself at her entrance. Sky stood on tiptoe and threw her leg over his hip.

  “Please, sir, fuck me.”

  “Brenton, call me Brenton.”

  “Brenton,” she said softly, smiling to herself. The grin was replaced by a moan when he thrust upward.

  “Wrap both your legs around me.” He lifted her up and pressed her against the wall. Brenton held her bottom with one hand while cushioning her head with the other.

  “Show off,” she growled, breaking the rules.

  He threw back his head and laughed. “For that you’ll be punished. For now, I need to fuck you.”

  He withdrew and pushed forward. She angled her hips toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Sky didn’t bother asking for permission. She kissed him hard, pouring all of her emotions into it. They moved together, rocking against each other while caught up in a passionate, possessive kiss. He tore his head away. “Mine, no one else. All mine.”

  “Yours,” she groaned. She gripped his shoulders as she gyrated her hips and squeezed her inner muscles around his cock. She reached between them and stroked her clit, pinching and rubbing the aching bundle of nerves. Her climax coiled in her belly. She was driven closer and closer with each thrust of his cock and pass of her finger.

  “Come for me, souler. I want to hear you scream.” He pounded into her pussy and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Sky came hard. Her belly tightened. Her cunt rippled around his cock and clenched as fire burned through her body. She shook in his arms and screamed until she was hoarse. After three more thrusts he met her, spurting his seed deep inside of her.

  Her vision blurred and she felt light-headed. Sky rested her head on his shoulder as aftershocks went off in her body. She felt like Jell-O. Any second she thought she was going to slide down to the ground.

  “Oh my God,” someone gasped.

  “Shit,” Brenton groaned.

  Sky looked up in time to see a woman standing at the opening of the alleyway, her mouth hanging open. “Crap.” She tried to get up the energy to scramble off him only to have him tighten his hold on her.

  “No.” The sound of fabric tearing rang out into the night and large black wings with silver veins burst forth from his back. He grimaced in pain and took off. Sky cried out and clung to him.

  “Brenton, put me down. Oh my God, Brenton.”

  He kissed her hard. “Trust me.” He gazed into her eyes and she was reminded of why she felt safe. Not once when he was her Dom had he gone beyond her limits or been cruel.

  “Fine, but when we’re back on the ground I get to beat your ass for scaring me.”

  He just chuckled and kept flying. She buried her head against his shoulder and curled her body around his. The cold air beat against her back and she was reminded that her panties were ripped every time the coolness brushed against her thigh. One thing that did surprise her was to find him still hard and pulsing within her.

  As if reading her mind he said, “I’m always hard around you. And once we land, we’ll be going a few more rounds. I plan on making up for lost time.”

  He placed a kiss on the top of her head and she sighed. Just like always, he knew her so well. Almost.

  Chapter Three

  Brenton flew them to his penthouse. He could have gone to the beach house he shared with his brothers, but he wanted privacy and he doubted he’d get it there. He held onto her tightly, savoring her body against his. As he flew through the air he felt the freedom of revealing a part of himself that he had longed to share with her.

  “How are you doing, souler?” he yelled above the
noise of the air rushing past them.

  “Fine. Are we going to land soon? I don’t think I can hold on for much longer,” she shouted back.

  “Almost there, souler.” With a laugh he changed course and started to dive, causing her to cling tighter to him. Her nails dug into his shoulder as she screamed at the sudden change. He pulled out of the dive and gently landed on the rooftop garden of his penthouse. She slid off his cock and out of his arms to the ground, her body shaking.

  Worry that he’d gone too far made him start apologizing. She looked up at him, fear in her eyes, and his heart sank. On shaking limbs she rose, pulled back her arm and hit him in the shoulder. “You asshole. Next time warn me you’re going to do that. Just for that, I’m making you wait for sex.”

  With a toss of her hair over her shoulder, Sky walked off toward the sliding doors. He began to laugh and shook his head. He was relieved she wasn’t too pissed with him. Smiling, he went to her, unlocking the doors. Before he let her inside, he bent down and took a kiss. “You’re not too mad at me?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’ve been flying with a dragon before. Not like this, but I do know what it feels like. My old dragon lord told me when he was going to do something while in flight. A little warning would be nice when you change direction and do a dive. Now are we going in or am I going to have to freeze my ass off?” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at him. For a second, he became absorbed in the sight of her cleavage, a nipple peeking out seductively from the torn remnants of her uniform top.

  “Stop staring and open the door before I catch a cold. Unlike you, I’m human and won’t recover so quickly if I get sick.”

  Brenton continued to stare. He wanted to take her again, this time against the doors until they shattered. A sudden pain in his shin brought him back to the present. “Ow! Sky, what was that for?” He glared at her.

  She pulled his hand away from the handle and slid the doors back. “Men are so easily distracted. Geez.” She moved past him into the darkened room, her hips swaying seductively until she was swallowed by the darkness. He went after her, shutting the doors behind him.