Legion: Alpha Dragon Shifter Romance (Dragon Rules Series Book 1) by Tia Didmon (best fiction novels .TXT) 📗

pulling her mouth to his. The rush in his body was instant. Electric currents of pure fire that reached for her. He didn’t just want her body, he wanted to consume her soul. Live and breathe in that perfect paradise of feeling and compassion. The centuries of loneliness forgotten in a new world of beauty and sensation.

His lips were gentle and demanding as his tongue swept into her mouth, daring her to resist. She didn’t. Her body turned pliant against him. Her skin heated against his. She held nothing back, giving him everything he asked for. He had no choice but pull her closer to him, melding his hard body to hers and hold on to her as the world shifted beneath them.

He wasn’t sure if the vibration that ran through the house was her or him. Maybe it was both, but the small shock wave reminded him he couldn’t let things go too far. Mara wouldn’t deny him, and had he not been the very dragon to make that pact with the druid leader, he would not have had the strength to wait for her to turn twenty-three. The next few hours would be hell, but he would sate his need for her in the few ways he could.

He connected with his dragon, letting the beast know their time was coming. He let the feeling of pure sensation flood his body and his mind. Her scent, her soft skin, even the gentle rasp of her fingernails against his skin, all combined to bring him to a fevered brink. He teetered on the edge of a canyon. Instead of the black abyss, this feeling offered hope and freedom. Pleasure and acceptance. He had flown the skies for thousands of years and never felt as free as he did in her arms.

Legion’s magic warped around them. A living flame of desire and need focused on the curvy beauty in his arms. He skated on dangerous ground. Mara wasn’t holding back. Her magic would accept him, and he would break a pact he promised to uphold. He couldn’t take her body, not yet, but he could have her mind. Tell me what you feel. His mind whispered in hers as it secured its hold on her soul. She shivered beneath him.

I feel you. Your hunger. Your magic.

You are incapable of understanding what you are to me. How long I have waited for you. How dark and meaningless life was without you in it. He wanted to show her everything. The loneliness. The endless hours flying the skies, roaring his anguish. The years that followed when even that anguish was a distant memory. Now he had heaven in his arms and he dared anyone to try to take her from him.

You’re a little scary. Her admission was soft. Tentative. As if she was worried about hurting his feelings.

He smiled against her lips, loving that she told him what she felt, even though it was uncomfortable for her. You are the only person on this earth who need not fear me. Hurting you would be the equivalent of cutting out my own soul. Stripping away everything I hold dear and cursing it for all time. I can no longer turn dark. No longer be a threat to my people, and you are the single being in the universe who had the power to give me this gift. He was too aggressive with her. His lips promising a pleasure he could not complete, but he needed her breathless, wanting him the way he wanted her. Desperate for the tiny sigh as his hands slid down her back to squeeze her ass.

This is crazy. I feel like I’m drowning and burning up at the same time.

It is the same for me. I was waiting for you to stop me.

Not going to happen, dragon boy. You started this.

Laughter bubbled in his heart. A well of mirth and delight. He broke their kiss, gazing at the sparkle in her eyes. The magic that burned just under the surface, ready to ignite at any moment. “I suppose I did. I have had centuries to learn to control my dragon, his urges, and will. As powerful as that is, it did not prepare me, for you.”

Her arms wound around his neck. “Yup, I’m a force of nature.” She winked at him.

He thought his heart would burst. He expected to protect her. Admire her gifts as a druid. He never expected to love her. His reverie was short as her next words tore through his heart.

“I’m sorry, Legion, but I have to go.”

Mara’s heart stuttered when Devlin Night entered the shop. Her hands froze on the paintings she had rolled out on the counter. His eyes scanned the dark interior of the store, before resting on her. His smile was welcoming, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Fingers of ice traced her skin, causing goosebumps to bubble up beneath her clothes.

“Mr. Night, I was just putting my samples together. Ross scheduled a meeting at your gallery in an hour.”

Devlin waved a dismissive hand. “Yes, I know. I wanted to see you in your native environment. I was curious about the inspiration of your latest painting.”

Mara glanced around shelves, packed with books, potions, soaps and other trinkets connected to the occult. “We have many books and sculptures depicting dragons in the shop. I grew up here, so I guess mythical creatures are real to me.”

Devlin smirked. “Is that so?”

Mara’s eyes narrowed. His smile mocked her. She had grown up with looks of contempt. Being the daughter of an occult shop owner had come with its fair share of children who teased her, calling her a witch, or worse. “Why are you here, Devlin?”

His laugh was like steel, grating in her ears. “I did want to see this place. I have to appreciate the irony of the name. I have been looking for your family for centuries and here you were, just blocks away.” He pointed to the etched wooden sign