Chapter 34
ELENA
THREE YEARS LATER
Very unsurprisingly, I found my husband on the roof.
Hands on hips, I surveyed the grassy, vine-covered rooftop above Lyra One’s imaging lab and the surrounding forest as it hummed and swayed.
All eight research stations on Vorsa World, including this one, were beautifully designed to blend the natural beauty of the planet with Fortusian eco-architecture, which the Vorsa honored and accepted for its similarity to their own preferences.
Happily, no traces remained of the Nyvorans’ occupation of the planet. The terrible damage they’d caused while illegally ripping out rare metals and other resources was in the process of healing naturally as the planet slowly knitted its wounds back together.
With a smile, I studied the dragon man lying in the center of the roof, his wings outstretched and gaze fixed on the korae-filled night sky.
“Stargazing again, Dr. Husiorithae?” I tsk’d. “Don’t you have data to analyze?”
“Mountains of it, Dr. Regis,” he rumbled. “But it will all still be there tomorrow.”
With a yawn, I padded barefoot across the roof to his side, enjoying the warm thrumming of the grass beneath my feet.
Three years after the Alliance Division of Conservation and Environment built our new laboratories in collaboration with the Vorsa, every beat of the planet’s living heart still thrilled and comforted me as much as my first day on its soil.
“It’s nearly 2300 hours,” I said when his golden gaze moved from the korae to me. “Are you coming to bed anytime soon? You know the girls will be awake at 0600 whether we’re ready or not.”
“I have already asked your mother to make them breakfast so we can sleep late,” Ardruc said, surprising me. “She was only too happy to say yes since she will be returning to Fyloria in a week. I think we will have to check her luggage to ensure she does not try to take our daughters with her.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “I never thought I’d see my mother the distinguished heliophysicist crawling on the floor playing with my children, much less laughing and chasing them as they fly around the nursery, but I’ll be damned if that hasn’t been how she’s spent the last two weeks.
And I haven’t heard a single mention of her wanting to get back to work. ”
“Hilda is a very happy grandmother. And I am very happy the girls will grow up knowing and loving her and their Aunt Violet.” He reached out with both hands. “Come here, little mate.”
Tired or not, I was powerless to resist either that nickname or the way his eyes glowed only for me.
On my hands and knees, I crawled up his body as the grass beneath us pulsed and hummed. “Tell me, lover…is all the rooftop recording equipment shut off?”
“All of it,” he said, his voice edged with a growl. “Except our personal one.”
“Good.” I lay on his chest and kissed him. “So why are you still wearing clothes?” I murmured against his lips.
He chuckled. “Because I want my wife to take them off…after she takes hers off and sits on my face like a good little mate.”
“Oh.” I pouted. “I can’t have a taste of my dragon first?”
Ardruc caressed my lower lip with his thumb. “Just a taste,” he warned. “I am impatient to hear you call my name for the first of many times tonight.”
After another kiss, I moved down his body to straddle his thighs and attacked the fastener and seam on the waist of his pants until I freed his beautiful cock.
“Such an eager little mate.” He chuckled again, the sound a rich, deep rumble that made my pussy quiver and gush in anticipation.
Eager didn’t even come close to describing how much I wanted and needed my dragon tonight.
Between the twins, my mother’s latest extended visit, our research and field work, and administrative duties as co-directors of research for all the fully-staffed stations located on Vorsa World, our once-robust sex life had become…well, significantly less robust than either of us liked.
I planned to make up for that as much as possible tonight.
I pulled my top off over my head along with my undershirt. Even if it wasn’t a lovely summer night, my dragon would keep me warm.
With an appreciative rumble, Ardruc cupped my right breast in his hand and stroked my nipple. “Lovely Elena. Gods, how does my wife grow more beautiful by the day?”
After giving birth to half-Fortusian twins—beautiful dragon girls we’d named Luvia and Adrea—a year ago, my body had changed a great deal.
I loved most of the changes and had learned to like the rest, or at least not sigh too much when I saw myself in the mirror or in the recordings my mate and I liked to make and watch together during our rare time alone.
Ardruc, however, was obsessed with every single change in my body, and liked to kiss, lick, and bite them one by one at every opportunity—especially my breasts, which filled his hands and mouth far more now than before the girls were born.
“Keep up the flattery, dragon,” I said with a wink. “You might get to give me your knot later if you do.”
His eyes took on that dark golden hue that I loved so much. “And you might get to take my knot in the sky if you ask nicely, little mate.”
We both knew I’d be getting his knot in the sky tonight, but it was so much fun to tease and play.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his beautiful cock, gave him a few slow, almost languid strokes, and bent my head to caress the tip with the tiniest of licks. His cock leapt and splattered my tongue. Mmm, delicious.
His back arched and a shudder ran through his body. “Elena,” he groaned.
“Well, that was my one permitted taste, I suppose,” I said with an exaggerated sigh. I dragged my fingers over his cock as I let go and reached for the waistband of my pants.
Suddenly, his hand was wrapped in my hair. “I think you may have another taste,” he growled, and urged me to bend again.
By the time he let go of my hair, I ended up getting much, much more than a few tastes, and that was very much fine with me.
As his chest heaved and he trembled from the force of his release, I licked my lips, left the rest of my clothes scattered across the grass, and settled in on my knees astride his face.
He kissed my inner thighs thoroughly first, biting gently and then not so gently and laving the marks he left with his tongue. I shivered and quivered and dripped with need, but I let him take his time. No point trying to rush him. A dragon could never get enough of worshiping his little mate.
When he finally wrapped his arms around my thighs and drew me down to his mouth, I was so ready and desperate for him that his tongue took me over the edge in less than a minute.
“Dragon,” I wailed, riding his face with my hand in his hair. I let my head fall back and let the pleasure roll through me. “Yes, gods, yes.”
The planet thrummed and pulsed along with my pleasure and the trees around the station swayed. Korae filled the sky from horizon to horizon in every color.
He held me right there for a long time, his chest rumbling as he gave me two more perfect orgasms—one hard, so I would scream his name, and the other soft so I would sink my nails into his arms and moan it.
“Up on your knees, my love,” he breathed, and gave me a final slow lick.
Trembling and gasping, I obeyed. He moved from beneath me, rose, and came around to stand in front of me.
Slowly, he unfastened his shirt collar and separated it down the front along the seam to reveal his chest. His Vorsa World mark, a larger version of my own, shimmered on his skin over his sternum.
And his pants rested low on his hips, open in front where his cock was already hard and dripping again.
“Take off my pants, little mate,” he said. When I reached up to grab them, he caught my hand and kissed my fingers. “No. With your teeth.”
Quivering, I did as I was told.
I bit the fabric on his right leg and pulled until his pants slid down on that side, then repeated the movement on the left. Slowly, I worked them down his thick legs until they puddled at his bare feet and I could look up at his cock and his smile.
He caressed my hair. “Perfect, little mate. Now the rest.”
I held the fabric of his pants in my mouth while he stepped out of each leg. And then he knelt so I could remove his shirt the same way.
Three years later, and he could still find new ways to drive me absolutely wild.
He cupped my face and kissed me deeply. “On your elbows and knees, little mate,” he murmured against my lips. “And spread those lovely legs for me.”
I turned my back to him and bent down with my forearms on the grass and my ass and pussy in the air.
“Gods above,” he breathed, his hands on my hips. “My Elena. Every time I try to stay in control, you turn me back into a big, dumb, lovesick dragon.”
“I love my big, dumb, lovesick dragon,” I said. “Please, may I have your cock now?”
“No, not yet.” He spread my ass with his hands and chuckled when I whimpered. “But you may have my tail, little mate.”
He took his time with this too, using his tongue and circling my clit until I came on his hand and tongue with desperate cries, my fingers digging into the grass. My pussy clenched on its own emptiness and I was reduced to begging, but he didn’t give in.
Instead, he stretched me gently until I was ready, and then he wrapped his arm around my waist from behind to guide me back onto his well-lubricated and thrumming tail.
I loved doing this, taking my pleasure and whimpering and moaning while he watched and listened and stroked himself. And when I brushed his hand aside to stroke his cock, he began to growl. I loved that growl even more than his tail.
“Make yourself come on my tail, little mate,” he said, his hand wrapped in my hair. “Show me how you like to come with my tail in your sweet little ass.”
“Oh,” I groaned, and took his thrumming tail deeper, searching for that perfect depth and angle that would send me careening over the cliff. “My dragon. Pull my hair.”