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  Contents

  Title

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Dear Reader

  Resisting the Cougar Excerpt

  Blaze of Secrets

  Other Works

  About the Author

  Copyright

  Healed by the Dragon: Part Three

  Jessie Donovan

  Chapter One

  As Finn waited for Arabella’s response—to stand or lay on her back while he devoured her pussy—it took every ounce of his self-control to keep his dragon from taking over his mind.

  His beast growled. I have better stamina. I can give her more orgasms. I should be in charge.

  I won’t let her first time be with you.

  Why? We are the same.

  I want Ara to see human eyes as I lick her to orgasm.

  Before his dragon could argue, Arabella straightened her shoulders. “The ground is damp, so I’m going to stand.”

  His dragon was confident. I like the challenge. I may fight you for control.

  In this, dragon, I’ll win. Behave or I’ll toss you into a mental maze.

  At his dragon’s silence, he brushed the top of her breast and murmured, “Does that mean you’re ready for my tongue, lass?”

  “Y-yes.”

  Looking back up to her eyes, he confirmed the desire and curiosity in her gaze. Realizing he would be the first male to taste her pussy, stroked his ego, as well as his dragon’s. “You’ll like it, Ara.”

  “You seem pretty confident.”

  Smiling at her tone, he brushed the curve of her breast and traced her already taut nipple. “Let me give you a free preview of what’s to come.”

  Before she could reply, he bent down and took her nipple into his mouth. After sucking her hard, he swirled the tight bud with his tongue. When he nibbled lightly, Arabella moaned and threaded the fingers of one hand through his hair.

  Releasing her, he blew on her wet flesh and Arabella shivered. His voice was husky when he asked, “Well? Did you enjoy your free preview?”

  Arabella cleared her throat. “Maybe. But if you expect me to beg you for more, then you’re going to be waiting a long time.”

  He kissed the spot between her breasts. “You do know I like a challenge, right, lass?” Kissing her shoulder, he placed a possessive hand on her hip. “I think I can win you over.”

  The light, hesitant touch of Arabella’s fingers on his back nearly made him groan, but he held back. He didn’t want to risk anything spooking Arabella.

  His dragon chimed in. Enough talking. I want to know what she tastes like.

  Shut it, dragon. We need to make sure she’s not afraid.

  I smell her arousal. She is ready.

  Arabella’s voice silenced his beast. “I enjoy a challenge myself. If you can make me beg, then I’ll owe you a favor. If I resist, you will owe me one.”

  Finn looked to her eyes. “That’s a dangerous bet to lose, Ara.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t plan on losing.”

  Grinning, he ran his hand up and down her hip. “In this, Arabella, you are in over your head.”

  “Then stop with all this talk and show me already. I’m getting cold.”

  His dragon hummed. Maybe one day she’ll give orders in bed. I would like that.

  Rather than go down that line of thought, Finn focused all of his attention on the female in front of him. “You have a deal.” Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on the burned side of her neck. “I just need to work my way down your body.” Nuzzling the scar at the side of her breasts, he murmured, “My beautiful lass deserves to be treasured.”

  “Finn.”

  Running his hand down her scarred side, he shook his head. “Don’t try to scold me, Ara.” He looked into her dark brown eyes. “You are beautiful.”

  ~~~

  Arabella’s heart skipped a beat at Finn’s words. Unless he was a bloody good liar, he really did believe she was beautiful.

  Of course, her dragon stated. We have always been beautiful. You need to believe it.

  As she stared into Finn’s eyes, she truly felt it for the first time.

  Then Finn’s cocky grin broke the spell. “Are ye waiting for the Scots way to say it? Ye’re verra bonny, lass.”

  At his exaggerated accent, she giggled. “When you do that, it’s both sexy and funny.”

  “Och, aye?”

  Shaking her head, Arabella warned, “Just don’t get any ideas in your head of pulling out the Scots on a regular basis. I’ll pretend not to understand you.”

  His accent returned to its usual rhythm. “Enough talking. What I have planned doesn’t require any words, let alone a special accent to impress you.”

  She opened her mouth, but then Finn ran a hand down her chest, over her belly, and stopped just before the dark curls between her legs.

  As his fingers lingered, lightly brushing her skin, Arabella’s heart pounded harder. She’d waited a long time for this moment, when a man would touch her pussy, but as much as she wanted it, her stomach flipped with nervousness. Things would never be the same with Finn after this.

  Her dragon spoke up. Good. I’m tired of waiting. The sooner you accept he is ours, the sooner we can fuck him.

  “Arabella.” She looked down into Finn’s brown eyes. “I want you to watch me. If you look away, I’ll stop. Are we clear?”

  Some of her nervousness faded at his order. “Does this mean I get to give orders to you, too?”

  Finn’s eyes flashed to dragon slits. “Lass, I look forward to that day, because then you’ll truly be mine.”

  Stop fighting him. It will feel good. Just obey for the moment. We can turn the tables on him later.

  Liking her dragon’s way of thinking, Arabella decided to tease him. Dropping her voice to a husky whisper, she replied, “Then make sure you’re good enough to keep my attention.”

  Good girl.

  Finn moved his free hand to her arse and rubbed slow circles on her right cheek, her skin warming with each pass. “I think I can do that.”

  He slapped her arse and she squeaked. “What the bloody hell was that for?”

  Finn removed his hands and she instantly missed his heat. “I have your attention now, lass. Widen your stance and shush.”

  A few seconds passed and she realized he wasn’t going to touch her again until she obeyed.

  With anyone else, she would have called him a bastard and walked away. However, the slight sting on her arse combined with Finn’s heavy-lidded gaze and slight heat of his breath on her belly only made her pussy pulse in anticipation.

  Even if she couldn’t say it aloud, she wanted his tongue so much she ached.

  Her dragon chuckled. You’re finally being honest. Stop trying to lie to me because it won’t work.

  Shut it, dragon. If I don’t pay attention to Finn, then you’ll never have an orgasm.

  Her beast huffed and fell silent.

  Moving her feet against the soft grass, Arabella widened her legs. Even then, all Finn did was look over her body. Would the man never get on with it?

  Someone’s impatient.

  Last warning, dragon, or I’ll lock you tight inside a mental cage and enjoy Finn all to myself.

  You wouldn’t dare.

  Watch me.

  A light breeze blew and Arabella shivered. Enough was enough. With a growl, she spoke up. “You’re losing my attention, Finlay. Hurry the hell up.”

  The corner of his mouth ticked up. “That anxious for my tongue, lass?” She opened her mouth to reply, but then he ran the back of his hand down the inside of her thigh, his touch a brand on h
er skin. Finn leaned forward until she felt his breath on her lower belly as he continued, “Sometimes, waiting only increases your pleasure.”

  He traced the crease where her inner thigh met her hip and Arabella’s knees nearly gave out.

  Her dragon roared. How can he be teasing us? He is male and should have no control.

  Ah, so the dragon doesn’t know everything.

  Her beast grunted. I still know more than you.

  Finn removed his finger and she cried out, “Don’t stop.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “That almost sounds like begging to me, lass.”

  Arabella clenched the fingers of one hand. “It wasn’t. And I’m this close to walking away and leaving you hanging.”

  “Then stay with me. I want you to watch me as I make you come, not your dragon. Push her aside. I want Arabella MacLeod squirming as I lick and lap your pussy.”

  Her dragon sucked in a breath. Oh my, I like him.

  Then shut it or he’ll stop.

  Her beast fell silent again.

  Arabella placed her hands on her hips, but then Finn’s eyes went to her breasts currently jutting out from her body. A slight flash of embarrassment coursed through her, but she fought against it. “She won’t interrupt us again. I hope all of this is worth it. Get on with it already.”

  “With pleasure.” He looked to the trees on her side. “You may want to hang on, though. I’m pretty damn good and your legs will probably give out.”

  Arabella wished she had a witty reply, but she had no idea if a male really could make her legs go wobbly. Reaching out a hand, she leaned against the tree. “I won’t fall. Now, stop stalling.”

  Finn winked at her before he sat down on the ground and moved his hand between her legs. Never taking his eyes from hers, he traced the lips of her pussy. At the warm, rough touch, wetness rushed between her legs.

  She wanted more, much more. Arabella had never ached for another person’s touch as much as she did in this moment. With Finn, she wasn’t afraid.

  He continued to trace her opening, but never her clit. Instead, he circled around her pulsing bundle of nerves and back down to her swollen lips.

  The combination of his touch and the desire in his gaze made her dragon roar, but Arabella fought it. She wanted to be in charge when she finally felt Finn’s hot tongue.

  “Arabella.” He thrust a finger inside her and she moaned. “You’re mine.”

  ~~~

  Finn’s entire body was tense. Making Arabella yearn for his touch was part of the plan. As the scent of her arousal grew stronger, his dick fought for control of his brain, as did his dragon.

  Then he plunged his finger into his female’s pussy and his beast growled. She is ours. Take her. After one orgasm, she will beg for our cock.

  Someone is confident.

  She is our female. I burn for her.

  Slamming his dragon into the back of his mind, Finn slowly moved his fingers. At Arabella’s moans, he decided to up his game. “Is there something you need, Arabella?” He moved his finger again and she sucked in a breath. “If you’re in a hurry, I can make you come with my finger.”

  “No,” she shouted.

  He grinned and she immediately scowled. “You’re losing our bet, Ara. Just tell me you crave my tongue and I’ll stop my torture and make you scream.”

  He saw the battle in Arabella’s eyes, the desire mixed with fire. She wanted him, but didn’t want to lose.

  Removing his finger, he put it into his mouth and sucked it as he pulled it out, her taste driving his dragon crazy. Finn rather agreed with his beast; he would never grow tired of Arabella MacLeod.

  Arabella’s eyes flashed to dragon slits and she cursed. “Hurry up, Finn. Fuck me with your tongue or my dragon will lose her mind.”

  “Only if you ask for yourself as well.”

  Her voice was barely a whispered, but Finn’s hearing was keen. “I want it, too.”

  “That’s my lass.”

  He turned around and scooted back until he could thread his arms between her legs. Gripping her hips, he leaned his head back and stared up. “Holy fuck, Ara. You’re perfect.”

  She shifted her weight, but he tightened his grip. Her pink pussy was swollen and glistening. The fact she not only wanted him, but trusted him enough to grant access to the most vulnerable area of her body warmed his heart.

  He would make this good for her.

  Raising his head, he darted his tongue out for a quick taste of her arousal and groaned. Only because of his ironclad control could Finn lightly flick and tease her opening. With each taste, his dragon demanded more.

  Once the tension under his hands relaxed, he thrust his tongue into Arabella’s pussy.

  She moaned as he lapped and teased. She was so wet and tight. It made him glad he’d started with his tongue and not his cock.

  With a slow lick, he moved from her entrance to her clit. Swirling and teasing the hard little nub, Arabella’s hands covered his. Her voice was strangled as she spoke. “Please, Finn. I’m close.”

  Past the point of teasing her, he gave her clit a long, slow lick before sucking it between his teeth. Worrying her sensitive nerves with strokes of his tongue, he dug his hands into her hips in a possessive grip.

  Then with a gentle bite, he mentally claimed Arabella. She yelled his name as if agreeing with him, and he moved to plunge his tongue into her pussy, loving the grip and release of her muscles. As her spasms slowed, he gently lapped her orgasm, the best fucking thing he’d ever tasted.

  He slowed his licks and Arabella whispered, “Finn, that’s enough.”

  Smug at her spent tone, he gave one long last lick before lowering his head, releasing her hips, and moving from between her legs. Looking up, Arabella’s eyes were slitted and half-lidded. Some dragonmen would spout fancy words and promise the world. That wasn’t Finn. “You lost.”

  “I don’t care.”

  He rose on his knees and hugged Arabella’s waist. “A dragonman could get used to this, you know.” He rubbed her back in slow circles. “I bet I could get you to declare me the sexiest dragonman of all time if I went down on you again.”

  Arabella finally frowned. “Shut up and kiss me before I push your arse to the ground and fly away. No matter how good the next orgasm might be, smug Finlay is irritating.”

  With a chuckle, he slowly caressed up her body as he stood. When he was at full height, he pulled Arabella close and nuzzled her cheek. “Thank you, Arabella, for trusting me with your body.”

  ~~~

  Arabella’s post-orgasm haze finally lifted at Finn’s words. Whenever his cockiness slipped and was replaced with tenderness, the male wiggled his way a little deeper into her heart.

  Truth be told, she’d been afraid. Touch had put her off for so long that the idea of a male touching her had scared her for years. With Finn, however, there was no fear; it was all fire and heat.

  She drew on her growing trust for the dragonman in front of her and tilted her head. “Are you going to keep spouting sweet nothings or are you going to kiss me?”

  Finn pulled her tighter against his body. “You asked for it.”

  Before she could reply, his lips descended on hers. He nipped her bottom lip and she opened. His tongue stroked hers as his hand wandered to her arse. When he slapped her, she growled and moved a hand to his hair. Tugging, he growled back.

  They both fought for control of each other’s mouths.

  Then Finn pulled away suddenly and she demanded, “Why did you stop?”

  “I need a bloody second, woman, or I’ll take you right now. Is that what you want?”

  Her male’s patience was really starting to become saint-like.

  Her dragon added, And what about me? I want to ride him and fuck him hard, but I’m holding back.

  Barely.

  I’m still holding back. I deserve praise.

  You’re cocky enough, dragon.

  Finn’s voice prevented her dragon from replying, “Well, Ara
bella, stop talking with your damn dragon and tell me, what do you want?”

  Arabella searched his eyes. Part of her wanted him to take her, but another part was afraid her past would come between them. He still didn’t know the whole truth.

  Hugging him close and laying her head on his shoulder, she answered, “I can’t take the frenzy yet.”

  He hugged her tightly and she reveled in the feeling of his strong body against hers. For once, she wished he wasn’t clan leader and they could just stay here for as long as they liked without the world intruding.

  However, all too soon, they’d have to return to Lochguard and reality. Once they did, Arabella wasn’t sure what to do. The clan probably thought the worst of her after her breakdown earlier.

  Of course, thinking of earlier reminded her of the evening plans. “Do we still need to go to the gathering?”

  Finn stroked her back. “I’m afraid so, lass. The sooner I introduce you properly, the sooner I can start assessing friend and foe.” He leaned back to look in her eyes. “As much as I’d like to simply introduce you as ‘Finlay’s female, so stay the fuck away’, I think you might not go for it. What should I introduce you as?”

  Arabella resisted shaking her head at her male’s words. “So, no pretty words for the clan? That’s new.”

  He grunted. “You’re mine. I don’t need pretty words to say it.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Does this mean you’re done with the flirty words?”

  “I never said that, heather.”

  Arabella growled. “Call me that again. I dare you.”

  “Heather,” he said with a grin.

  Since Finn’s hard cock was still pressed against her belly, Arabella leaned back and gripped it in her hand. Squeezing, Finn drew in a breath before she replied, “If you expect me to giggle and blush just because you gave me an orgasm, you really don’t know me.”

  Squeezing him a fraction harder, Finn groaned. “What you don’t know, Ara, is how fucking fantastic it feels to have your hand squeezing my cock. Do it again, lass.”