Chosen by the Dragon Alien (Zarux Dragon Brides #2)

Chapter 15

FIFTEEN

Cyprian

Cyprian couldn’t stop himself. Her words had ignited something deep within him, something primal and unrelenting that clawed its way to the surface. His dragon roared inside him as his hands tightened on her arms, but not enough to hurt. The feel of her skin—soft, warm, and pulsing beneath his fingers—was unbearable and irresistible all at once. He lowered his head, his breath hot against her face as her scent wrapped around him—sweet and bright, with a faint spike of nervous adrenaline that only drew him closer.

His lips found hers with a hunger he couldn’t contain. The moment their mouths met, his control shattered. Her lips were soft, trembling against his, but quickly melted into him with a warmth that drove him wild. He angled his head, deepening the kiss, his sharp teeth grazing her lower lip. The sound she made—a soft, desperate whimper that set his blood on fire. His hands slid up her arms, slow and deliberate, feeling every inch of her before curving around her neck. His thumbs brushed the delicate line of her jaw as his lips devoured hers, mapping the taste and the feel of her.

She gripped his shirt. Her small hands fisted in the material as she pressed herself closer, and he growled low in his throat. He pulled back for a breath, his forehead pressing against hers as he dragged in the scent of her, the heat radiating from her trembling body. “Fivra,” he rasped, his voice rough and thick with need.

Her name tore from his lips and he kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding past her lips to taste her fully. She responded in kind, growing bolder with each passing moment. Her softness yielded to his fire. Her fingers trembled but didn’t stop as they slid up to tangle in his hair, pulling at the strands and sending a thrill through him that hit him low in his belly.

His hands moved down, dragging over the curve of her shoulders and traveling along the silk of her arms before settling firmly on her waist. Her breathing came in sharp, shallow bursts as his thumbs grazed the curves of her hips, reveling in the way her body shifted under his touch. She was molten beneath him, her warmth bleeding into him as if she, too, was kindling to his fire.

He’d wanted this for so long. Since he’d first met her and felt that stunned punch to his gut. And now she was soft and pliant beneath him. He felt drunk on her, each touch and sound pulling him deeper into an unrelenting haze of heat and need. He couldn’t think clearly, didn’t want to. Logic was a distant echo drowned out by the fierce pounding in his chest and the possessive growl rumbling low in his throat.

Slowly, deliberately, he slid his hands to the clasp of her cloak. The soft fabric rustled as he pushed the cloak off her shoulders. The garment fell to the floor in a whisper, pooling around her feet, leaving her dressed in simple pants and a tunic—hastily made in the replicator before they’d left.

For a moment, he paused, drinking her in. The contrast of her vibrant pink hair against her soft skin caught his breath. The gravity belt sat loosely around her waist and her chest rose and fell unevenly with every breath. Her lips were pink and swollen from his kisses and her stunning aqua eyes locked with his in a gaze so raw, so full of trust and desire, it nearly stripped away what little control he had left.

“ Fek ,” he murmured, his voice rough and low. “You’re…magnificent.” His hands trembled, overwhelmed by the need to touch her again, to learn every dip and curve of her body.

Her cheeks flushed, and the stain spread down her neck. “Cyprian…” Her voice was breathy and vulnerable, yet there was no hesitation in her eyes. Only a surprising strength, a pull that tethered him to her as surely as the fire roaring in his chest.

His hands moved to the hem of her shirt, fingers skimming the fabric. “May I?” he rasped. His gaze flicked to hers for permission, though every sinew in his body screamed for him to tear it off her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He grasped the edge of her shirt and slowly—agonizingly slowly—lifted it over her head. The material slid over her skin like water, revealing the bare expanse of her torso one inch at a time. She quivered under his touch, her soft curves enticing him to move faster, but he forced himself to take his time.

Cyprian’s gaze devoured every inch of her bared skin. His mouth dropped to her nipple, tongue hitting the tight bud. She gasped as he pulled it into his mouth. His teeth grazed the smooth skin gently, drawing out a whimper deep from her chest. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him tighter against her. His other hand covered her neglected breast, cupping the small, perfect mound. He switched sides, his mouth moving to the other, robbing her of any semblance of composure. Her back arched, pressing her against his lips.

“ Fek , Fivra. I want you,” he breathed against her skin, his voice low and gruff.

She moaned, fingers digging into his scalp, hips shifting restlessly as she rubbed against him.

His mouth traveled lower, kissing every inch of her exposed skin as if it were sacred ground. Her stomach quivered under his lips, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands moving to the waistband of her pants. He looked at her with hungry eyes, holding her gaze as he slowly pulled her pants down. He took her undergarments with them, leaving her exposed to him. The gravity belt around her waist stood out as a contrast of technology against the softness of her skin. She gazed up at him, breathing hard. Vulnerability and a hint of nerves pulled the edges of her mouth.

“You are perfection,” he ground out, barely coherent. “Turn around, Fivra.”

She gave him a puzzled look, so he took her shoulders and spun her around. He ran a finger along the line of gold spots that ran down her spine to the crack of her ass. He bent her over the edge of the bed. The sight made his cock throb. He kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks, spreading them slightly to get a glimpse of her gold-sprinkled cunt, wet and glistening with arousal. He leaned down to bite her ass playfully, and she gasped, twisting slightly to look back at him with wide eyes.

Cyprian kicked off his boots and stripped his clothes off in a hurry, his cock springing free. The sight of her bent over the bed was enough to make him want to come. He slid a hand between her legs, drawing a moan from her when he cupped her sex. Mine , he thought with a ferocity that made the dragon roar inside him. His fingers slicked along the folds of her pussy, feeling the wet, quivering heat that waited for him.

Cyprian’s breath was hot against her skin as he whispered, “So wet, Fivra.” He lowered to his knees again and brought his lips to her pussy. Her sweetness flooded his senses. He lapped at her cunt, savoring each twitch and moan and tremble he drew from her.

Fivra’s hips moved involuntarily against his face. He slid two fingers inside her, feeling her tightness. He added another finger, stretching her. She was so tight. So hot. Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate. “Cyprian… please .”

Ah, he liked the sound of her pleading. He liked it a lot. Cyprian pulsed his fingers in and out of her, and pressed his thumb to her clit as he worked his fingers in her. Her arms shook, then gave out, putting her down on her forearms. Her forehead pressed to the bed as she let out a cry. Her body trembled. He continued, drawing out her pleasure. Her hands clutched the sheets, every muscle tense.

“Oh fek , yes,” she groaned. Her voice was hoarse with desire. Her hips bucked, and she came, her pussy clenching around his fingers. He drank in her release. The sight and sound of her pleasure fueled his desire.

He stood up. His cock was now a rigid, throbbing rod against his stomach. He grabbed Fivra, pulled her upright and kissed her deeply. Their lips and tongues tangled as he tasted her.

“Look what you do to me.” His voice was low and powerful, filled with his dragon’s possessiveness. Fivra looked at him, her eyes hazy with pleasure and desire as her gaze traveled down to his thick, bulging cock. Her eyes widened, and he wondered if it looked different from the males of her species. His was red and full, with thick ridges.

She reached out and grasped him, drawing a deep shudder from him, and squeezed. He ground his teeth together and let her explore. But there was only so much he could take. She licked her lips and ran her thumb over the tip. That was all he could endure. He clamped a hand over hers and dragged it off his aching cock. “I’m going to take you now, Fivra,” he growled. “From behind.”

She swallowed hard and nodded, then turned and faced the bed, arms braced and ass turned up toward him. She looked back over her shoulder, lips parted, eyes heavy. “Like this?”

“Spread your legs.” She did so, spreading them wide. Cyprian took in the sight before him. Her gold spots framed her wet, swollen sex that invited him. The vision of Fivra spread out before him would forever be burned into his memories. He moved forward reverently, knowing that everything about this female was a gift—one he probably didn’t deserve, but one he would die to protect. He positioned himself at her entrance. His cock twitched with anticipation. He entered her slowly, watching the tip disappear into her heat. He held her hips and pressed forward. Not too fast, so she could get used to the feel of him, but he shook as her tightness gripped him. At last, he filled her completely. Her body convulsed around him, and she let out a groan.

He began to thrust. Their connection was fierce, raw, and all-consuming. The flames of their love and lust entwined, a burning inferno that threatened to consume them both. But in that moment, nothing else mattered. Only their passion, their love, and the knowledge that they were meant to be together, no matter the cost.

The sound of their bodies joining filled the room—wet, rhythmic slaps that echoed off the metal walls. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust into her over and over again. He felt her body tense each time he filled her. The tremors built with each powerful stroke. Her cries of pleasure were a symphony to his ears, driving him on, stoking the fire within him to a fever pitch.

“You’re mine, Fivra,” he growled. The words slipped out in a voice thick with need. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped. Her voice was a ragged whisper. “Only yours, Cyprian.”

Her words sent a jolt of possessive triumph. His . He increased his pace, driving into her with a fervor that bordered on desperation. His cock throbbed with the need for release, but he held back, determined to bring her to the brink first.

He reached around and found her clit with his fingers, pressing the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts. Her body jerked beneath him and she once again collapsed to the bed. Her hands gripped the sheets. Her flushed cheek pressed to the bed. She panted and her body clenched, signaling to him that she was close.

“Come for me, Fivra,” he urged. His voice was barely recognizable as his own. “Let go.”

Her body obeyed his command. Her inner walls clamped down around his cock as she moaned his name. The bedding muffled the sound as she rode out the storm of her orgasm.

The sensation of her tight pussy convulsing around him was too much for Cyprian to bear. With a final, powerful thrust, he let out a roar that shook the room. His own climax tore through him, his seed spilling into her in hot, pulsating waves. The sensation was overwhelming, a connection so deep and intense, it shook him to his core. His vision blurred, and for a moment, the world went blissfully dark as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

They remained locked together for several long moments. Cyprian’s body lay draped over Fivra’s. His breathing was ragged and his heart pounded. Slowly, reality seeped back in.

With great reluctance, he pulled out of her, and they eased onto the bed. He reached out to steady her, his hands gentle on her trembling form. There was no taking it back, now. She was his and he would burn to ashes anyone who tried to take her from him.