Chapter 71: Sierra

I love seeing him smile wide and it deepens his laugh lines. I will always remember him with this wicked grin and his glorious body standing in the light from the window. His eyes are sensual stars flashing with the hottest violet fire imaginable. A desperate ache fills me.
"How will we ever let him go?" I whisper internally to my wolf. I don't get an answer. No whine. No brush of fur inside me... nothing. I feel so incredibly lonely. I need my wolf to help me keep away the thoughts of losing Sarn and she's unresponsive.
"Why are you crying?" he asks as he wipes a tear from my cheek. He brings his finger to his lips and licks it away.
I offer a trembling smile. "I don't exactly know, dragon. You make me happy?" I reply leaving it as a question because I cannot tell him that it will kill me to see him go. For so long I've dreamed of him-his arms around me, our bodies smelling of sex, and the sweet ache between my thighs. To actually have this happening and knowing it can't last is too emotional to handle right now. I also have no way of explaining all these feelings flooding me. He gives me a long glance and for some reason doesn't ask more questions. I'm relieved and take a cleansing breath in order to shove the bad thoughts away.
I start grabbing what I need to feed us. I cook and Sarn cleans. I think of everything possible that has no relation to me and Sarn. I need to ask the she-bears to restock the kitchen. I have a small cabin here too. The bears take care of me because I work at the nightclub. I thank them constantly but they always brush it aside. I should probably ask them for additional towels and bed linen too. These thoughts keep me stable and the tears at bay.
I cook a meal from the scrounged food. We sit at the table and Sarn eats like it's the best food he has ever tasted. "Before we go to bed, do you think we could fly?" I ask hopefully. I want to soar with him above the trees. I've craved it since our flight this morning.
"I've missed my dragon form." He gives me his most sensual look. "I would love to have you ride me."
My body heats and I do my best to ignore the desire that floods my bloodstream. I change the subject or I'll never finish my meal. "I have no idea how you could control your shift for that long. My wolf refuses to obey me if I don't give her free time." Thinking of my wolf makes me realize that she's still dormant. It's very odd, but I have other things to think about, and her absence is a worry for another time.
Sarn leans in close and flicks my chin with the very tip of his finger. "My dragon and I are one and the same. I've heard bear shifters speak of their alternate form as other. Dragon is the purest form of the man. It's the difference in our magic."
It makes sense because when I look at him I see the dragon too. He waits patiently as I finish the last bites of my food. I give him a mischievous smile when I'm done. "Let's hurry and clean up so I can admire your dragon form sooner." Sarn grumbles a bit, but he helps me clean. His wandering hands make me laugh until I finally run out the door and he gives chase. I sprint through the trees, feeling him close behind me. I almost shift, but decide my wolf doesn't deserve it. Sarn finally tackles me at the clearing and we roll and laugh on the spiky pine needles. Small pricks enter my skin, though I stop noticing when his lips claim mine.
I love his taste-a mix of sweetness and the most intoxicating musk. I wish I could bottle it so even when he's gone I could taste him. I wipe the thought from my head as soon as it escapes. I will enjoy every minute we have.
"Will you ride me, my lady?" He rolls so I'm astride him with his cock resting against my backside. I lift up and position myself so he pokes at my entrance. His eyes turn the brightest bright violet I've seen as I lower myself until he's fully seated within me.
"Riding a dragon just became my very favorite activity," I manage to rasp as I catch my breath at the sensations inundating me. He thrusts upward and my hands fall to his chest. I stop thinking about anything but the growing energy between us as my body tightens around him. I move myself up and lower back down. The sweet friction of his cock heats me up inside. Out of the water I notice how his skin heats up with his desire too. I swear I should hear a sizzling noise as our bodies touch in the most intimate way. My wolf gives a small, reticent growl inside of me. It must be his dragon that intimidates her. She only wanted him until she felt his unknown magic. I don't care. I don't need her cooperation to feel pleasure. He thrusts upward with a powerful buck of his hips and I forget all thought of my wolf. I want him slowly with long strokes and sensual nipping kisses. I lean down and lick the corner of his mouth as my lower body rises up and lowers onto his stiff cock. Pressure builds between my thighs and curls in sensitive waves that spread through my entire body. His eyes are the deepest purple I've seen them. I place quick kisses over his face and don't allow his searching lips to find mine. He groans in frustration and I laugh with the joy of driving him mad.
"Fuck me, wolf. I can no longer take your teasing," he rasps out between clenched teeth.
"Make me," I offer in challenge repeating the words from the first day I went to his cabin.
He's above me almost before I've finished speaking. "I was acting the gentleman and taking the pine needles from your backside," he groans as he pushes me into those same prickly needles.
I don't care; I love that I can drive him mad with need. His pace increases and my body reacts. "I don't want a gentleman, I want a dragon," I whisper into his ear.
Neither of us is capable of talking any longer and we let our bodies tell the story of our need. He pistons into me and I lift my pelvis up to meet him. The slap of our joining bodies is loud, our breathing ragged, and our flesh ignites everywhere we touch. I would swear the earth stops rotating when the fire down below explodes in crashing waves that make me scream out my release.
"Fuck," he yells as the cords in his neck strain and he thrusts harder until his warm seed shoots inside me and he shouts against my neck.
We hold onto each other long after the energy of our joining fades. This is what love is. And with this much love comes greater heartache. I know I'm not ready.