Chapter Eighteen
M y body was still that of a human, but my nature was now fully dragon. The beast in me no longer spoke with words; it wasn’t needed now that my facade of humanity had crumbled.
The dragoness had stirred the ground, forcing my lungs to fill with the scent. I hadn’t experienced this before, but now I understood the old tales. Dragons preferred their solitude in the mountains, avoiding humans and their messy affairs until it threatened the peace between species. Battles stirred the cold blood of our kind, setting it ablaze as we battled. Once the fight was over, this white hot intensity needed to be released. She had stirred the ground to incite my dragon, to show him her prowess. Now she sat preening on my lap, waiting for me to make the first move, to claim her where she had fought, died, and survived. For a human, this would be considered freakish, but this was a dragon’s nature. A reminder we were not human. I hoped her other mates weren’t squeamish.
I let my wings unfurl, beating with hers for a moment before I leaped up and into the air. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her wings tucked tight against her back. The wind snatched away her laughter and I soaked in the beauty of this perfect moment in time. Bursting through the clouds, I tossed her above me, before tucking my own wings and beginning to freefall at a dizzying rate toward the ground.
I kept myself turned to the sky and watched as she spun and dove toward me. She landed lightly on my chest, again tucking her wings as she leaned forward, planting soft kisses on my shoulder. She sat on my chest, casually swinging her leg completely unfazed as we both plummeted to earth. A lilting laugh burst from her lips and she leaned down again, but instead of a kiss, she sank her tiny fangs into me.
I let out a startled laugh, my dragon immensely pleased with his mate. I flipped us over and unfurled my wings, slowing our descent. Wrapping my wings around her I flipped again and allowed my body to slam into the ground. As I moved my wings, the billowing cloud of blackened earth and ash we had created fell around us. The apocalyptic beauty of the scene heated the fire in my chest and sent it surging through my body.
My mate’s body was stretched against mine, skin to skin, heat radiating between our naked forms. Rolling her under me, I claimed her lips with a hunger, my tongue demanding entrance. The female rushed, playfulness dancing in her eyes. Instinct surged. My mate would not refuse me, just as I would not refuse her. I slid my hand up her hip, teasing my way across her ribs before squeezing her breast. This elicited a moan and her mouth opened involuntarily, granting me access.
Her tongue danced with mine, her lips sweeter than anything I had tasted in my long life. I continued to knead her breast, her pink peak growing hard from my attention. Her nails lengthened and I felt them scrape against my back. I rumbled encouragement and felt her nails sink a little deeper, tiny pricks of pain that stoked the fire building within me.
Reluctantly, I leaned away from her mouth, nibbling my way down her squirming body. I growled a warning for her to hold still, and she growled back. My own fangs dropped in response to her challenge, and my playful nibble turned to a bite as I sunk my teeth into her thigh. I snarled, and felt it vibrate through her body. She stilled instantly, obeying my order.
I released her thigh, inhaling a deep breath that brought with it the honeyed aroma of my mate’s arousal. There were no more slow kisses down her body. I went straight for the nectar of her desire. I delved my tongue deep inside her tight channel. My fingers sank into her lush bottom lifting her slightly to give me better access.
Her eyes fluttered and she moaned. I greedily licked up her cream, her body vibrating from my purrs. My human tongue couldn’t reach everywhere I wanted to lick, and annoyance flashed through me. I had not used this form for pleasure in such a long time, and I had forgotten its limitations, many of which were not issues in my other forms. My dragon quickly resolved this issue by partially shifting my tongue, and I eagerly thrust it in deeper, seeking the treat that had eluded me previously. The female cried out in pleasure as my long forked tongue stroked, its rough surface creating friction that had the female’s body creating more of the addicting nectar.
My mate struggled to get away, the sensations more than she could handle. This was unacceptable. Huffing a warning, I tightened my grip and pried her legs apart. She purred, clearly turned on by the play of dominance between dragons. I thrust my tongue faster and deeper, allowing the ends to swirl inside her. The beautiful noises coming from her were driving me out of my mind. My fire rose unbidden up my throat and poured into her. She couldn’t be harmed by the fire of her mate, but the sudden flowing warmth combined with my tongue was more than she could handle. She came undone, her scream inciting my dragon as he held her body and felt the aftershocks of her pleasure.
I bellowed, warning her of what was to come. She needed no warning; her eyes met mine, the lust in their depths assuring me she wanted this as much as I did. My mate launched herself at me. I held her to my chest, rubbing my body against hers, marking her skin with my scent. Her fangs sunk into the skin above my heart, the twinge of pain sending blood rushing into my already painful manhood. Grabbing her hips, I began to rock her back and forth across my throbbing organ.
Her mouth moved again, frantically alternating between licking and biting. The dragoness sank her fangs deep in my neck and began sucking, pulling my life blood into herself. I nearly lost my seed from the sensuality of it.
I lifted her hips and slammed inside her. She gasped in surprise, her fangs coming free from my neck. I lifted her and brought her back down, hard. My vision blurred. Perhaps not everything about this male form was terrible; the sensations coursing through my body were vastly different than what I had felt when seeking release with females centuries ago.
I didn’t need to lift her hips a third time, she lifted herself and came down hard. She gyrated, creating the maximum amount of pleasure for both of us as my stiff organ rubbed against her tight walls.
It wasn’t enough. More.
I roared and yanked her off my lap. I positioned her in front of me on all fours and kneeled behind her. With a single thrust I penetrated her from behind. Arching her back, she pressed her bottom back into me. My claws sank into her hips, eliciting a purr from the little dragon.
Mine. Mine. Mine. The most primal urge of a dragon surged within me, the need to claim my soulmate. I increased my speed, pushing us toward the bonding. Releasing her hips, I took hold of the top of her wings, rhythmically rubbing my thumbs along the skin just under the bones. This was an erogenous spot for dragons, and she climaxed instantly, her body becoming boneless.
Using her wings to bring her body upright, I sank my fangs into her neck and held her still as my dragon again shifted my body, lengthening my manhood as I buried myself deep in her one last time. A dragon only did this with a female he was claiming as his own. Instinct caused the shift of our manhood to ensure our seed was released deep in our mate. Her delicate neck would bear the marks left by my fangs, forever marking her as mine. My mate jerked and screamed as she found her release a third time. This time I joined her, and pleasure consumed me. It stole all thoughts, except the incredible heat of my mate’s body around me. I pressed my hand against her mouth and she bit down hard, leaving her own claiming mark. A mark that I was proud to have.
I opened my mouth and breathed crimson fire into the sky. My beautiful mate lifted her head and released a stream of blue fire that blended into mine until our fire turned a deep violet.
Contentment washed over me and I turned her in my arms, the overpowering instincts of my beast sated… for the moment. I pressed my forehead against hers as the brush of the bond formed between our minds.
My heart stopped beating as I tried to understand the emotions in the bond. I should feel both my mate and her beast. But her thoughts were jumbled and were more dragon than human. Apparently, it was taking her longer to come out of the mating lust.
My dragon spoke up, his words laced with shock.
There is no beast, nor human. She is dragon.
Impossible.