Chapter 5

Vander guided Faye behind him and made his way out of the club. Her smaller hand gripped his tight. They took a few steps to the curb. His car should be pulling up any minute. He didn't need to use magic to find her. Thanks to social media, he knew where she was going to be tonight. One search of her name, and he'd found her on the popular network, posting where she was going with her friend.

Two days of slumber had allowed his body to heal. The moment he'd awoken, he'd walked straight out of the hospital. Once he had made it to a clearing in the woods, he'd shifted into his magnificent dragon and flown home, high up in the mountains, to plan the claiming of his mate.

He knew she could feel the pull. The way her body responded to his let him know his dragon had been right—she belonged to them.

Drunken partiers spilled out from the club. Faye gripped his arm with both of her hands, and he drew her in close, tucking her into him, just as James, his driver, parked the dark sedan at the curb.

"Come on," he said, opening the back door for her.

He couldn't wait to get her to his home, where he could peel the tiny black dress from her curvy body. He climbed into the backseat behind her and shut the door, closing them off from the world. The partition was up, leaving them completely alone. Their bodies rocked gently with the car moving away from the curb.

"Wow," she murmured, looking around the inside before her gaze settled on his eyes.

The interior was dark, but his dragon sight allowed him to see her. The car made a turn, and her body fell and bumped into his.

His dragon roared for them to take her. His fingers itched with the need to have her in his arms.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

He shifted his arm and tucked her into his side, and her small hand settled on his chest. He held his breath; her petite fingers danced along the buttons of his shirt. He turned his head and breathed out, settling his chin on the top of her head, then breathed in her scent. It was addicting.

Her fingers trailed their way down his abdomen. His cock jumped to attention at the temptation of her fingers. When she reached his belt and undid the buckle, he threaded his fingers through her thick mane and eased her head back. She gasped, and he covered her mouth with his.

He had wanted to wait until they got back to his place, where he could lay her out across his oversized bed. The feel of her fingers diving beneath his boxer briefs took his breath away; her hand found its way to his hardened length.

He growled against her lips. She moved her hand up and down his cock. Vander scooped her up and placed her across his lap, his hands disappearing beneath her dress. They met the little scrap of material that was supposed to be her panties. The sound of material ripping filled the air as he tore it away, freeing her body.

Her mouth found his again in a frantic kiss. He didn't know how she'd managed to pull his cock out, but she did. His sexy little nurse was filled with fire, and he loved it.

She hovered above him, and he lined the head of his cock at her soaked entrance. He groaned, the proof of her readiness coating the tip of his length. The car jerked, hitting a pothole, and sent her sliding down onto him, hard.

"Oh God," she screamed, wrapping her arms around him.

Vander cursed beneath his breath at the feel of her tightness gripping him. Her walls held on to him, and he gripped her ass tight and said every prayer he knew to keep from blowing early.

He had to move.

The gentle sway of the car assisted them in setting a rhythm. He lifted her and slowly brought her down onto him. His hardened length swelled even more at the tight fit. She may be small, but she was able to accept him with no problem.

Sweat dripped from his temples. He restrained himself and his beast. His dragon was ready to mark her, to make her theirs.

Not yet.

Not in the back of a vehicle. The day he claimed her, the most precious of jewels and pure silk sheets would surround her. She would have the finest things in life that he had collected over the years. He could easily imagine her in nothing but a diamond dragon's eye on her neck, nestled down between her plump mounds.

His dragon rumbled deep within his chest at the image that was broadcasted through his mind.

"Vander," she moaned, her voice breaking through his thoughts. She tightened her arms around him, crushing her breasts to him.

He needed her fully naked and was tempted to rip her dress off, but he had to remember that they were in the car.

"Faye, stay with me tonight," he demanded. This one time in the car would not be enough. He wanted to get her back to his condo. His eyes locked on to hers before her head rolled back. Her eyes were shut tight, and he slammed her down on his cock.

"Vander," she chanted repeatedly.

Their pace picked up. He paused, wanting to get her attention.

He reached down and found her sensitive nub with his thumb.

"Tell me you'll stay with me tonight," he demanded again and applied pressure to her clit. He massaged her slick nub with intense force. He knew he wasn't playing fair, but when he wanted something, he went after it, and didn't care what he had to do to get it.

"Yes," she groaned, moving her hips in tandem with his thumb.

"All night?" he asked. He would be relentless until he was sure that he got want he wanted.

"Yes," she screamed.

Her orgasm washed over her. Her muscles surrounded his cock, pulsated, the sensations hitting her. Her small body trembled against his.

Vander roared. Unable to hold off anymore, he released her nub so he could thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her core. The familiar tingling sensation zipped through his body, and he released his seed deep inside her.

His breaths came fast and hard, and she slumped against him. He cradled her to his chest with his semi-hard cock still buried within her.

They'd have to discuss birth control later. Vander knew that as a dragon shifter, he would only be able to impregnate his mate once they'd mated. Later, he'd have to explain everything to her. The mating ceremony, and the need for her to consume at least an ounce of his blood every year to give her the life longevity needed to mate with a dragon shifter for life.

The car drew to a halt. He opened his eyes and peered out the window to find them in the private garage of his apartment building.

"We're here," he rested his chin on top of her head.

Her response was muffled by his chest, her body lying limp against him.

"Say again?" He chuckled.

"I'm not going to be able to walk," she mumbled and turned her head to the side.

"Don't worry." He pushed her hair away from her face. "I got you."

And he did. Now that he had her in his arms, he would never let her go.