Chapter 48

Dana fumbled in her purse for her apartment key, distracted by Beau who stood behind her, busily taking her hair out of its braid. Once he had the strands loosened, he placed both hands on her waist under her jacket, leaned down and nibbled on the side of her neck.
"Stop that," she moaned, trying to fit the key in the lock with shaking hands. "Wait until we get inside."
"Spoilsport," he murmured. He did pull his mouth away, just far enough that she could feel his warm breath stirring the hair on the back of her head. His hands, though, still molded the contours of her waist through the thin fabric of her tank top.
Finally, she got the key to work. When she opened the door, they both practically fell into the apartment and Dana barely remembered to pull the key back out before Beau kicked the door shut behind them. Her tote bag and the key fell to the floor just inside the vestibule as Beau pounced.
"We're not doing this again," Dana murmured, pushing at Beau's chest when they broke off from a kiss that left them both breathless. "Bedroom this time."
"Fine." Beau dropped his hands from the closure of her slacks and dragged her to her feet. "Not that your microscopic bed is much better."
"Not much." Open zipper and all, she took the lead, nearly running down the hallway, tugging his hand. "Didn't seem so bad when it was just me in it."
Beau grunted an incomprehensible response. Then they were inside the bedroom and she was flat on her back on the bed, his full weight pressing down on top of her, his mouth ravaging hers.
Dana returned the kiss with all the fire in her dragon's soul.
"I'm not normally like this," she muttered a few moments later as she lifted her hips so he could peel her slacks and thong down her legs. She was pretty sure she'd already kicked off her shoes.
"Nor am I," he agreed. She sat up a little as he tugged her jacket and tank up over her head. "This is - madness but I can't bring myself to call a halt."
Madness was one word for it. Frenzy was another. But it didn't matter as long as they didn't accept the bond, so thoughts of mating frenzies and stolen antiques went straight out of her mind as she tunneled her hands up under the linen of his shirt. He'd managed to discard his blazer somewhere along the way but he still had way too many clothes on.
"Off, now." She wiggled her hands in between their hips and began unfastening his trousers.
"Of course, cherie." He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, ignoring a button that popped off and rolled onto the floor. His pants and boxers followed, then he was back, leaning over Dana and taking one aching nipple into the hot recesses of his mouth.
"Beau." She ran her fingers through his crisp, short hair and held his head in place as he sucked and nipped. With her other hand, she gripped a handful of the sheet, already so aroused that she couldn't force her eyes open. When his hand eased between her thighs, she splayed, inviting him to have his way with her. She'd never been particularly submissive in bed before but with Beau, she had no problem letting him take control. She absolutely trusted him to make sure they were both satisfied.
His fingers slipped along her wet, swollen folds, teasing, testing. When she moaned and arched into his touch, he penetrated her with one thick digit and rested his thumb alongside her clit. "So hot, so wet," he murmured, his breath warm on her damp nipple.
"More," she gasped as he slowly fucked her with just the one finger, his thumb barely grazing her clit every time she flexed her hips. "Please."
He bit lightly on her beaded nipple as he added second finger, pushing it deep into her clasping channel. It was still not quite enough and she bucked against his hand, demanding even more. She wanted all of him, not just his hand.
"Fuck. Me. Damn it."
"As you wish." He pulled out his hand and came down on top of her, thrusting his penis into her cunt in one hard stroke.
Dana screamed - there was no other word for the sound that erupted from her throat. She wrapped both hands around the metal rails of the iron headboard and locked her ankles behind his waist. Her pussy walls gripped him tightly as he began to move inside her. His thick cock rubbed against her sensitive inner tissues while his pubic bone pressed down on her clit, adding another layer of sensation.
There was nothing sweet or gentle about Beau this time. He pounded into her hard and fast, bracing himself on his arms for added leverage. The bedsprings shrieked with every thrust, drowning out the sounds of their passion.
Dana's body tensed into a coiled spring. She arched her neck up to kiss him and ended up missing his mouth. Instead, she caught the webbing of his neck and bit, not noticing until later that her canines had extended. Beau must not have minded. He just shoved even harder into her dripping pussy.
When she shattered around him, she swore she saw fireworks explode behind her eyelids. She thought maybe he'd seen them too. He roared and slammed himself home hard enough that the bed shifted and one corner fell with a jangling crash to the floor.
Dana didn't care. She let go of the headboard and dug her nails into his back, gripping him with legs, teeth, pussy and claws as he poured himself into her quivering core. She didn't open her eyes or fall back onto the pillow until after the first wave of tremors had passed.
Beau held himself still, arms locked into place for a long moment, then his eyes fluttered open. Gazing into Dana's eyes with a look of fierce possession, he leaned down and kissed her, slowly, deeply, almost sweetly but leaving no doubt about his claim on her, body and soul. Dana kissed him back, wishing desperately that she could give in to the urge to accept the mating bond and be truly his. But that wouldn't be fair to Beau. He'd made no bones about his life being complicated enough. There was no room in his heart for an adventurous half-dragon.