Slave Dragon: Earth Dragons Series: Book4

by Hartnady, Charlene

  “O-okay.” Her whole body bristled with need. She put her hands back, holding on tightly.

  “You ready?”

  “Yes.” The word was barely out, and he thrust into her. It was both careful and forceful. She hollered. It stung. It also felt good. Already? Sex normally took a long time to feel good. It was normally over by the time it started feeling like anything other than… Sand snarled on the second thrust. The sound was terrifying. Goosebumps rose up on her arms.

  He crunched over his middle just a little, his face had a twisted, anguished look. What? Why…?

  “You’re tight…fuck, Mace. And wet, so fucking wet.” Something dribbled out of her as he said it. “I’m hoping I did a good enough job…” He said something else, but she didn’t hear what it was because he was thrusting again. Hard and fast.

  Holy shit!

  His hands clasped her tighter. She had to work to keep her feet over his shoulders. Her boobs jerked up and down. If they’d been any bigger, she’d be in danger of knocking herself out. As it stood, her chin might be bruised if this got any wilder.

  He’d said deep penetration. Check. Sand was hung like an ox and touching her every which where inside her. It didn’t hurt, though…she was too turned on for that.

  He’d also said g-spot stimulation. Double check. There was a whole lot of stimulating going on. Her throat hurt from the crazy noises she was making.

  He put both of her feet over one shoulder, holding her legs closed. Closed. Really? He hugged them to his body. He snarled on the next thrust. She may have screamed or yelled or something. There was noise, plenty of noise. Thankfully they were both equally loud. It seemed that with her legs closed up there, almost perpendicular to her body, things got tighter, more intense.

  “Tight,” Sand growled, as if agreeing with her. “So good…so…fuck!” he snarled the word.

  It hadn’t even been a minute and yet…and yet…that tightness inside her reached a crescendo. Macy’s mouth was wide open. As were her eyes. The air stuck in her lungs for a moment as everything seemed to become suspended. Sand’s hands gripped her legs tighter as he thrust harder. Then everything let go.

  She shrieked, gripping the table as hard as she could. Pleasure rushed through her. Sand roared as he began to jerk. He hoisted her higher up on his body, continuing to thrust into her…hard and fast.

  Her orgasm lashed through her, it went on and on, seeming to grow and grow before finally subsiding. He continued to thrust into her, easing up, slowing down. Wringing every ounce of pleasure out of her. He finally lowered her, easing out of her. Both of them were panting hard.

  She wanted to feel embarrassed that her negligée was bunched up just under her boobs. So much for being covered. She was humming with too many good vibes and hormones to care. Her whole body seemed to vibrate. “That was better than I imagined.”

  “You imagined having sex with me?” His admission was a shocker.

  “I’m a guy, Macy. Of course I imagined having sex with you. We’ve had lots of sex inside my head.”

  “Maybe during my ovulation. I guess.” That was true.

  “I imagined having sex with you just this morning. I jerked off to images of you on the end of my dick and I can tell you that the reality was better. That doesn’t happen very often.” He winked at her.

  Her clit did that zing thing again. How was that even possible?

  Sand picked her up. “Let’s get you in bed.”

  “I can walk, you know,” she sounded drugged. Her voice husky from all the yelling.

  He smirked. “Doubtful.”

  She laughed. He was too much. At the same time, he might just be right. She was still feeling shaky. She was shocked when he slid in next to her. “I thought you said we weren’t going to sleep in the same bed?”

  “Oh, we’re not going to sleep any time soon, Macy. I’m going to fuck you again in about three minutes. I thought I’d let you catch your breath.”

  “Three minutes? That’s not very long, will you be able to go again in…?” She stopped talking when she noticed his very erect cock.

  “Dragons have plenty of stamina. Besides, there’s this position I think you might like.” He winked at her. “Let me get you some water to drink.” He leaned over to the side-table and began pouring her a glass. “You’re going to need it.”

  Had she died and gone to heaven? Talk about making lemonade when handed lemons. All she needed to do was to keep her feelings out of this and they’d be just fine.

  Chapter 15

  The next day…

  The Feral female sniffed the air, sniffed again, louder this time. The two of them stood very still, facing forward. Macy’s heart beat out of her chest. What if the Amazon still took Sand anyway?

  The female moved a little closer, standing right in front of Macy. She sniffed at her, reminding Macy of a dog. Ten full seconds later, the Feral pulled herself up and finally smiled. It was wide and strange looking. Almost scary, like the smile the killer made in a horror movie just before slaughtering someone. “I am glad the two of you have come to your senses. I brought more food and some clean linen and towels. Do not disappoint me again. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes,” they both replied.

  “We will do as you ask. We’ve learned our lesson.” Macy paused. “I have a question, however.” She cleared her throat. “Will you have help raising these children? Forgive me, but I worry about them. They will be my flesh and blood even though you will be their mother.” Bile rose up in her throat. They needed to find out who this woman was. They needed information so that when the time came for Sand to leave, he would be able to find her.

  “I do not need any help. I will manage just fine on my own. I already love these children. You have nothing to fear for them.”

  Not the answer she was hoping for. They needed details about this woman. Something to go on.

  “Another concern I have,” Macy said. “Will they be accepted by your people? They won’t be Feral like you. They might be shunned.”

  “That is not something to concern yourself with.” She looked bored.

  “I agree with Macy. It is important to think these things through. What kind of a life will these children have?”

  “It sounds to me like you might be trying to convince me that bringing a Feral male in here would be the best thing to do after all.”

  “No,” Sand growled. “That’s not it at all.”

  “All that matters is that I will have my young. I will love them enough for a whole village.” It was clear that she was pulling the wool over her own eyes.

  “Have you spoken with your village leader about this? What about your king?” Sand asked. “Do you have permission to do what you are doing?”

  That was a very good question. The Feral woman cocked her head. “It is always easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.”

  “You might be punished.” Sand shook his head. “What of the whelps then?”

  “Enough!” the Feral yelled. Her voice a screech. “I have things I need to do.” For the first time, she sounded stressed. Not as together as it seemed. “I will be back soon. You have enough food to last for a couple of days. I have provided more than before. I did not realize this human would consume so much.” She looked pointedly at Macy, who wanted to shrink away.

  Sand growled low, like a cornered lion. If his tail had been out it would have thrashed from side to side. “Macy does not consume a lot. She eats very little, if you ask me.”

  Her body flooded with warmth. He was defending her. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. It meant a lot to her.

  The Feral cocked her head. “I have observed plenty of human females since I brought you here. It is merely my observation that this one,” she nodded towards Macy, “eats more than the average human female. That is all. I’m stating facts. I miscalculated on the food rations before, as a result. It won’t happen again. I was merely trying to reassure you that I understood what the problem was. It
won’t happen again. It is my intention to keep you happy and healthy.”

  “I simply needed to state for the record that Macy is perfect just as she is.” He took her hand and squeezed it.

  “It is touching to watch the two of you.” She looked from Macy to Sand and back again. “It would seem that you have, indeed, bonded. I am glad.” She turned and left. Just like that.

  They watched in silence until she was long gone. Sand let go of her hand. “I wish to god she wasn’t so powerful,” Sand mumbled. “I’d have no qualms about punching her lights out. Female or not.”

  Macy looked at him feeling concerned. “Please don’t try anything unless you are sure you have the edge. These Feral are stronger than I ever imagined. She swatted you the other day, like I would a fly, and you flew across the room, unconscious, nose pulverized.”

  He winced. “Stop, please. My ego can’t take it.” He chuckled; the sound didn’t hold much humor. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t stand much chance against her. It could even put you in danger. Chances are good we’ll need to beat her with brains, not brawn.”

  “What happens when we don’t give her what she wants?”

  “By then we’ll have something on her. We did good today. We’ll do better next time.”

  “Yep, I agree, we did good.” Macy nodded.

  * * *

  The next day…

  Her eyes were on him, even as she paged through that magazine. The one that was falling apart from use, even though he doubted she’d ever read a word. The human liked watching him work out. He liked that she liked it.

  Sand bit back a grin as he turned onto his back, preparing to do some sit-ups. He could still feel her eyes on him, could hear how her heart was beating faster. He was sure he could scent arousal. His balls tightened up in response. Blood started to migrate south. They hadn’t had sex since the night before last. He wanted her, and by the way she scented, the feeling was mutual.

  It was time to play. He needed to keep his scent on her just in case that Feral bitch came back and changed her mind about letting him stay. Their questions had been necessary but at the same time, he hoped he hadn’t planted any seeds. The last thing they needed was for that bitch to change her mind about him being the father instead of a Feral male.

  They needed something that could identify her. Some sort of a detail. Something. They just needed to keep at it. And by at it he meant, they needed to keep questioning her and by at it, he also meant that they needed to fuck often.

  Sand couldn’t recall another female he had been this compatible with. Not a human or shifter. If they needed to pretend to have bonded to get them out of this cage, then so be it. “Macy.” He lifted his head, looking her way.

  Her eyes were already on him and not the book in her hands. He couldn’t help the smile that formed.

  “Yes?” Her voice was high-pitched, like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t. Like perving over him maybe? Could that be it?

  “Is there something you needed?” she asked, eyes wide.

  Yes.

  He needed her to sit on his dick. The sooner the better.

  “I’m ready,” he said, trying not to smirk.

  “For what?” She frowned.

  “To help you work out, Mace. Get your ass over here.”

  “Um…” she stammered. “I was just reading this great article about…” She glanced down. “It’s about…” She had no fucking idea. Sand watched her squirm, glancing down again. Clearly not wanting to look like she was trying to find out and failing. “‘How to tell if he’s the one,’” she blurted, her eyes going wide as she realized what she had just said. It was comical. He had to fight to hold back a laugh. “It’s just that I’ve read everything else and so I thought I’d…read this.” She fumbled over her words.

  It was hilarious. “Tucking away the information for when we get back?”

  She frowned, a look of confusion in her eyes.

  “For when you see Rock again,” he pointed out.

  “Oh.” She smiled. “Of course.” She nodded. “That’s it exactly.”

  “Put the magazine down. I promised to give you some pointers and you promised to let me. So, let’s do this thing. It’ll be fun!”

  “I didn’t exactly promise,” she grumbled.

  “Exercise is good for a person. Get over here.” He waved her over.

  “Okay.” She grumbled some more, looking about as enthusiastic as a nun in a brothel. Macy wore a lacy, silky pink number that looked dynamite on her. The Feral still hadn’t brought them anything else to wear. “Wait a minute, I don’t have a sports bra. Or any bra.” She clutched her chest, making him want to groan.

  “You don’t need one.”

  “I beg to differ. You have no idea how bad it can get.” She widened her eyes, still holding onto her breasts.

  He had a really good idea, only, he wouldn’t use the word ‘bad’. Fucking amazing. Sexy. Those were much better descriptions. “I’ll go easy on you. I swear.”

  She brightened right up at the thought of him going easy.

  “I’ll even help you when you start to tire,” he added.

  “Okay, that sounds good.” She smiled.

  “Alright then. We’ll start with some warmup stretches.” They went through a couple of basic sets. He particularly liked the one where she had to bend over and clutch her ankles. Okay, her knees, since she couldn’t get down low enough. They had to work on her flexibility. Sand stood behind her to make sure she was doing it right, eyes glued to her ass. Fuck! He was going to hell. Straight to hell.

  “Okay, that’s great. Now that you’re reasonably warmed up, we can start with some basic squats. You need to put your hands together. Legs spread apart.” He couldn’t help but smile. “Then you drop down. Not too low to begin with. Like this.” He showed her.

  “I’m sure I can do that.” She grinned. He felt like a bit of an asshole right then, but she’d thank him when she was coming on his dick. She did a couple more.

  “That’s great,” he said. “Now get even deeper.”

  He watched as she went lower. The silk negligée riding up on her thighs. She was already starting to breathe heavily. Her cheeks were getting flushed. Her ponytail bobbed as she came up.

  “That’s it. That’s great. Keep going.” He encouraged, putting his hands on her hips and assisting her.

  “Can I stop yet?” she asked.

  Sand chuckled. “Stop? You’ve only just started. I was about to tell you to go a little lower.”

  “Lower?” she huffed. “If I go any lower, I won’t be able to get back up.” She sucked in air between words.

  He chuckled harder. “I’ll help you.” He squeezed her hips. “Here, maybe this will help.” He sat down, keeping his hands on her hips.

  Sand helped lift and lower Macy, who was almost completely out of breath. Her cheeks were a bright pink. She was so cute and sweet and insanely fucking sexy. Her breasts bounced every time she dropped down. The dress riding up high. His dick took note. “Here. Maybe this will make it a little easier.” He pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him.

  She squealed.

  “There. That’s much better.” He grinned.

  She laughed, still panting like mad. Then she felt his erection and her mouth rounded out in an ‘O’. Her eyes widened.

  “I know another form of exercise you might prefer.” His voice was deep.

  “Oh yeah?” She lifted her brows. “I think I might be all tuckered out. You made me work hard.”

  “Oh, really now?” he growled. “Not nearly hard enough. I think I might have to motivate you then. A good workout instructor needs to be a really good motivator as well.”

  “Is that so?” She was smiling broadly now. Her cheeks not as red as they were a minute before.

  Sand turned her on her back, in one quick move. She squealed again. His eyes zoned in on her lips and for a moment he was irritated that her mouth was a no-go zone. Macy had a gorgeous mouth.
She smiled so naturally. Her lips were plump and a juicy pink shade.

  Oh well.

  Sand planted kisses down her body, starting at her neck. He didn’t linger anywhere for too long. He was after a certain honey pot nestled between her legs. Sand pulled her feet over his shoulders. He yanked at the thin strip of fabric barely covering her slit. It came apart easily. “There you are,” he spoke to her pussy. “So damned pretty,” he added, voice husky.

  Macy giggled. The laughter turned into a moan when he suckled on her clit. Then he laved on the nub until she was writhing and panting. Sand went back to suckling. He fingered Macy a good couple of times, until she was soaking wet. By the deep moans, he could tell that she was getting close already. “Back to that workout,” he growled, flipping them back over, putting her on top.

  “Wait. What?” Her eyes were hooded. Her cheeks had that beautiful glow again, and this time not from exertion.

  Sand sat up, he yanked at his boxers until his cock sprang free. “I said I’d help, and I meant it.”

  “Maybe I could get into this whole working out thing after all.” Her eyes lit up as they lowered to his erection. “You look like you could do with some help with that.”

  “Are you offering to bounce on my dick?” He couldn’t help but grin.

  “I believe I am.” Her voice was a husky purr.

  “You go right ahead then. I’ll lift you up.” Sand put his hands on her lush hips and did as he said. Macy positioned his dick at her opening, and he slid in an inch, maybe two. Her mouth fell open and a breath was pulled from her. He rocked back and forth a couple of times until he bottomed out inside her tight as fuck pussy. Damn, but she felt good!

  He grunted hard.

  Macy threw her head back and groaned long and deep. She put her hands on his shoulders.

  “Hold up,” Sand grunted. He tugged on the straps of the negligée. It was a shame to ruin it, but not seeing Macy would be an even greater shame. “Wow! You’re so gorgeous,” he groaned when her gorgeous tits broke out of confinement. His dick twitched inside her.