Chapter 19
ELENA
Ardruc’s eyes went completely black. Moving so fast they blurred, his wings snapped wide. A cloud of thick sweet-peppery brandy scent fell from his wings and enveloped me.
My skin blazed with heat as if I had caught fire, but I felt no pain—only an intense wave of desire that made me writhe and cry out.
My wail was smothered by Ardruc’s mouth, which covered mine and filled my throat and lungs with more of that wonderful, almost intoxicating scent. It soaked into my skin, entered my bloodstream, and amplified every sensation.
Every beat of my racing heart sounded as loud as plasma cannon fire.
I would swear I could feel each blade of grass beneath me, every atom of air on my skin and in my lungs, and every hair on my body.
And beyond that, every leaf stirred by wind in the trees around the station and the vines that had taken over the edge of the roof tingled in my awareness.
The tendrils had disappeared at some point, and Forux had apparently chosen to jump down to the landing pad area. We were alone on the roof.
The Ardruc above me looked almost nothing like the man I’d known, or thought I’d known. Like a predator studying his prey, his wild eyes scoured my body. His masks were gone. His reserve had evaporated, taking with it—I hoped—all those ghosts of his past that had made him so miserable and alone.
Was this a mating frenzy? Gods, I hoped so.
My pussy, dripping and desperate to be touched and filled, clenched hard. My toes curled and my heels dug into the grass as I bucked up against him.
“Take me,” I commanded, my voice hoarse. “Ardruc, dragon, please. Take your mate.”
With a snarl and puff of smoke from his nostrils, he ripped my top in half down the front. My taut nipples, suddenly exposed to the air, ached to be sucked and bitten.
Apparently not satisfied with baring my breasts, Ardruc raised my torso and ripped my top again down the back.
In moments, I found my arms pinned above my head. When I tugged on them, I couldn’t move. A glance upward revealed he’d tied my hands to a heavy crate with the scraps of my top.
When I looked back, Ardruc’s face was directly above mine. Through the wildness and need in his dark eyes, I caught sight of a question—or a fragment of one.
“Yes,” I said. “Go on.”
His enormous hands, so hot against my much-cooler human flesh, cupped my breasts. I groaned and writhed as he flicked my hard nipples with the tip of his tongue and then closed his lips on the little nubs. And then his teeth—
I screamed and arched up against him, yanking on my bound wrists to no avail.
His teeth were so sharp, so perfect. The pain was perfect too—just a little too much, a little past my limit, absolutely exquisite.
My pussy gushed with pleasure and need. My shorts must be drenched, and yet the tip of his tail hovered inside the fabric, still quivering, still just short of where I wanted it to be.
He raised his head and loomed above me, all darkness and dragon and desire.
“Elena,” he growled. His hand traveled down my stomach toward my waistband. Smoke swirling from his nostrils, he slid his hand under the fabric.
“Yes,” I said again, trembling with need. “Gods, yes, please.”
The first brush of his fingers on my slick, delicate skin made me writhe and cry out. His reaction was a full-body shiver. He withdrew his glistening fingers and inhaled my scent before licking them clean.
He licked and laved his way down my body, igniting little explosions of need with every swoop of his hot tongue and touch of his hands. When he sat on his heels between my knees and looked up to meet my gaze, the hunger on his face made me open my legs more.
“Please,” I begged again. “Ardruc, my dragon. I need you.”
He gripped my shorts in both hands and ripped them in half, baring me to his hungry gaze.
I whimpered and panted as he pushed my legs wide.
I needed to be touched. My pussy clenched, desperate to be filled.
My bound hands and that single earlier caress—just a tease, not nearly enough to send me over the edge—added to my sense of helplessness.
If he didn’t touch me, put his mouth on me, make me come…
With another snarl and puff of smoke, he ripped off his own shorts.
Oh, gods—his cock was orange and red, enormous and beautiful, with the same scale pattern as the rest of his skin. Nubs and ridges ran down its length, glistening and shimmering in the sunlight. Liquid beaded from his flesh. From its tip dripped pearlescent precum that made me lick my lips.
In an inhumanly fast movement, he all but dove between my thighs, his hands sliding under my hips to raise my dripping pussy to his face. He inhaled deeply, his chest rumbling as I trembled.
“Sweet little mate,” he rasped. “You smell like you want to come for me.”
His long, hot tongue delved between my folds. My cry echoed through the valley.
I wanted so badly to run my fingers through his hair and pull, to hold him there between my legs as he explored me with his tongue.
I twisted and pulled at the fabric tied around my wrists until it bit into my skin but it didn’t give at all.
The pain and desperation felt so good and made me gush even harder for him.
Ardruc’s tongue circled my clit. I cried out.
Helpless and at his mercy, I writhed as his tongue and lips fluttered on my clit, driving me with breathtaking speed toward ecstasy.
After our playful moments in the kitchen this morning, the thrills of flying, and the intensity of lying on top of him—and then under him—after we returned to the roof, I was already teetering on a knife’s edge.
It took only seconds of Ardruc’s attentions to send me hurtling over the cliff.
Screaming, wailing, writhing desperately against my bonds, I flooded Ardruc’s face for the first time with my orgasm.
His grip tightened on my hips to hold me against his mouth while he continued to suck my clit and lap up my release. I’d have bruises there—trophies, rather. The marks of my dragon mate. The thought sent me careening back over the edge with soft orgasm.
In the midst of that pleasure, two of Ardruc’s fingers slipped inside me. He pumped them slowly, coating them with my release.
My chest heaving, I looked down at the toe-curling sight of Ardruc putting his glistening fingers in his mouth and sucking them.
“You called my name when you came, little mate,” he said, flashing his sharp teeth. “You said Ardruc.”
His gaze on mine, he lowered his head and sucked along my slit to capture my slickness. I whimpered.
“Call me your dragon,” he commanded, glowering at me from between my thighs. “Call me your mate.”
“My dragon,” I gasped.
He dipped his fingers back into my pussy and pumped them. “Your dragon,” he agreed. His fingertips curled up, stroking, searching, but only giving me the most gentle caress. “Your dragon what?”
I yanked on my bound hands, desperate for him to stroke me harder, but he continued to brush the very tips of his fingers over my G-spot.
“My…mate,” I managed to say. “My dragon mate.”
“Yes, your dragon mate,” he rumbled. “Would my little mate like to taste her dragon’s cock?”
Before today, before Ardruc, if anyone had called me their little anything, I would have knocked them flat on their ass.
But Ardruc didn’t mean it condescendingly or patronizingly. He knew I was his equal. He wanted an equal. He wanted and needed me just as I was, and I wanted and needed him too.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Please…”
More slow, delicate strokes and no release. I whimpered. “Please what, my little mate?”
Oh, you beautiful bastard. “Please make me come again. I’m so close…”
His fingertips added just a little more pressure. I moaned and my legs squeezed his broad shoulders.
“Please make me come,” I pleaded. “And then please let me taste your beautiful dragon cock.”
Slowly, masterfully, mercilessly, playing me as if I were his lat’sar, Ardruc coaxed me back to the precipice with slow, even strokes, letting the orgasm build and build as I wailed and begged and pulled at my bonds, desperate to come.
I might have regretted bringing up the topic of edging if I didn’t love every moment of this torture.
“Beautiful little mate,” he cooed as I writhed and whimpered. “Beautiful Elena with a beautiful little pussy that wants to come for her dragon. Beautiful Elena, with a beautiful little mouth and beautiful little pussy that want to be filled with her dragon’s cock. Beautiful Elena—”
Whatever he said next, I didn’t hear it.
With a wail and shudders, my legs shaking, I came impossibly hard, squeezing and gushing on Ardruc’s fingers.
Pleasure flooded my body, graying out my vision. Each wave traveled through my skin into the grass below me, sending pulses of light and some kind of power through the humming threads of Hyderia’s life force around us.
The threads hummed and pulsed, sending a wave of joy and contentment back through me—and into Ardruc, who growled and rumbled.
His glowing gaze on mine, he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean as I drifted in a haze. “Thank you,” I murmured.
Running his nose over my tingling skin, he prowled up my body, his cock arching up toward his hard abdominal muscles.
When he got closer, I noticed his brandy-and-pepper scent had changed, becoming richer, deeper, infinitely more arousing. I could lose myself in that scent forever.
Finally, he straddled my chest, his weight on his knees, his beautiful, dripping cock and heavy balls just out of reach of my lips and tongue.
“Elena,” he said. His voice was less gravelly now, but his raw desire and need shone in his eyes as he caressed my face. “You are radiant when you come. Your screams are the most beautiful song I have ever heard.”
His long tail caressed its way up my body as he curled it around to bring its tip to my lips. He brushed hair back from my face. “Lick my tail, little mate.”
Oh, that beautiful, sexy tail.