Abandon by Viola Grace Page B

cord that held it in place and slid the fabric off her shoulder and to the ground. She stepped out of it and toward him. And then was up against the wall once again, this time with his hard cock plunging into her and her own hands struggling for balance against him.
    She wrapped her ankles around his hips and let him pound into her, her own arousal growing more slowly then bursting as the bands she now wore sent a bolt of lust through her in an inexorable wave.
    She was coming again, arching against the stone and thrusting her hips out to meet his as he slid and slammed within her. His groan and suddenly un-rhythmic thrusts as well as the bite to her neck let her know he was spilling his semen into her in hot jets.
    Her body was still pulsing and shaking as she let her legs slide in short jerks back down so that she was no longer depending on the pressure of his body for support.
    “I gather that you like the look of me in your scales?”
    He was fighting to regain his breath, his chest was still heaving like a bellows. “That would be a safe assumption. Would you care to adjourn to the house, so we can get some rest?”
    She was a little weak in the knees and it had been one helluva day, “Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”
    They staggered arm in arm back to the house, meandered up the stairs and then flopped into the bed with little ceremony.
    It had indeed been one helluva day.
     
    * * * *
     
    The insistent chirp of her cell phone woke her the next morning. She retrieved it from the pack that Rikard had brought her and almost jumped out of her skin at the message.
    She jumped up and grabbed her sleeping dragon by the shoulder. “ Rikard . Do you want me to travel around without you?” She was frantically texting with her free hand, cursing and using both as she made a mistake. A few precious moments were spent thus, and then she tossed her phone into her pack and she began to look around for the wardrobe he had stocked for her.
    “No, we just mated. We are supposed to take a break and spend a week or more together.”
    “Great. Grab some stuff and come with me. We are going on a road trip.” She was loading her pack with the new clothing provided by her mate.
    He didn’t get up easily. “Where are you going?” She opened one of his drawers and started flinging clothing at him.
    “You remember all those new spells that I have?”
    “Yes.”
    “That they seem designed for modern times?”
    “Yes.”
    “And that I am the only one peddling them?”
    He was moving now, tugging on some shorts, then moving on to slacks. “Yes.”
    “One of my friends, Jinx, is an Archive. Her family just handed her over to a werewolf pack and her grandfather has objected. If something isn’t done soon, they might just tear her limb from limb. Or worse, hand her over to the Magus or Warlock Councils.”
    She faced him, wearing jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt. Her necklace of scales lying flat against her skin and proudly displayed. “She would rather die than be locked up like that. So I am going there to meddle in matters that are none of my business.”
    He shook his head wearily. “You just said it was none of your business.”
    George looked at him for a long moment. “I know that. But she is a friend. It is my business to meddle. Are you coming?”
    “Why don’t we fly?”
    “Because I don’t want to freak out the wolves with some dragons in the sky. They tend to think we are going to eat them, and we don’t want that kind of attention. We will simply be concerned friends staying at the guesthouse.” She flipped her pack over her shoulder and looked at his half-hearted efforts impatiently. “Let’s go, lizard butt.”
    “You will pay for that.”
    “Yeah, but you will have to get your butt downstairs to catch me, so it’s win-win.” She laughed and led her mate on a journey into the heart of werewolf territory. He enacted his revenge for the lizard butt comment several times on the trip, and she had to admit