Beastly Passion

by Renee Field

  I am doing my duty. That bold lie she told herself allowed her to release her breath.

  What Geirsson offered, she wanted, but Maeja knew she needed to establish ground rules. “I want you, Geirsson.”

  He growled, the sound a rumbling volcano that tickled the sensitive lining of her ears. “Yes.”

  Geirsson panted that one word. Maeja knew he was waiting for her acceptance. Quickly she told him everything the dragon-witch had said. His amber eyes turned even colder.

  “The thrall. That witch is lying. You do not need to go through that.”

  Maeja liked that he agreed with her earlier assumptions but still that did not change her course. “I do need to. What if I do not go through with the thrall, what then? What if because I don’t, Castra gets thrown back into an ice age? The blue diamond is dying and we need to find it now. I need to find two Dragonbane warriors to help me. Will you be one of those?”

  He huffed in annoyance at her. “You want me to be one of those willing to fuck you…is that it, Maeja? What then happens when you find the other? We both fuck you?”

  The words, razor sharp, snapped at her. No one had dared talk to her like that, ever. But Geirsson had. She realized he was hurt by her words, however she was equally stung by his callousness and disregard for her feelings. Wait a sec, there will not be any feelings in this. This will be a means to save Castra. That is it. Nothing more.

  Geirsson hadn’t moved even though he was no longer aroused. He stood straight and warrior-ready before her.

  Placing her hands on his chest, she said, “Yes, Geirsson, that is exactly what I am asking of you. I want you to fuck me and help me find the other draconic man needed to fulfill this prophecy. Help me undergo the thrall. Allow me to have the both of you. Help me save Castra. Do your duty for me.”

  His hand clasped around her neck, lightning fast. She breathed into the contact. “Is that what this is all about? You, Maeja, Queen of Castra, saving us…is that it?”

  “Yes.”

  “So you are going to let two draconic men fuck you at once…allow the thrall to take over, maybe even change you into a beast. A dragon. You are willing to degrade yourself like that?”

  It was too much. She pushed at him, allowing her dragon strength to surge to the forefront. He immediately released her, granting her space. “That is correct, Geirsson. Two men will take me. Are you going to be one of them, because if not you are wasting my time.”

  He moved back two steps. His eyes did a slow perusal of her body. Maeja knew her nipples poked into her gown but she did not care. The feeling of anger that had stormed through her body was akin to the blazing passion he had sparked within her. Her eyes followed his movements. His hands slid down so he could crudely cup himself, allowing her to see his weighty testicles. Fisting a hand around the base of his cock, he stroked it until it was fully engorged again, the red-forked dragon appendage this time stretched out all the way.

  “You are asking for this, Maeja. With me, it is all or nothing. When I fuck you it will be the dragon way or no way at all. This is what you are going to get rammed into that cunt of yours. I ask again…my lady…my queen, is this what you want?”

  Maeja couldn’t speak. Desire drenched her mouth, so much hot liquid she was afraid if she opened her mouth fire would spew forth. She nodded, her eyes glued to his cock.

  “Just remember you asked for this. Take off the gown.” His voice, a mere whisper of dark desire, thrilled her.

  Maeja yanked the gown up over her head. Geirsson sucked in a breath. The sound riveted her. Dark, untamed desire fueled with wild lust. The harmony of the emotions coiled through her body. Naked, she stood proud before him. Her nipples protruded sharply, the dark areolas rough and pebbled with want. His eyes zeroed in on the bare vee between her legs. Wanting the night to be special, Maeja had used her ability to shift her form to force her dragon nature to remove her pubic hair. Her pussy was bare. It was a sight all male dragons liked.

  “You shifted for me.” Awe was clearly evident in Geirsson’s voice.

  Maeja laughed. Geirsson’s eyes widened and he grinned.

  “Flatter yourself naught. I did not completely shift, only partially, and I did not know who you were going to send me tonight, Geirsson…need I remind you.”

  He crowded into her space. His movements were slow and deliberate. His hands spanned her waist, bringing her body flush to his. Once she had settled next to him, he used one hand to tip her chin, forcing her face to meet his. His lips gently teased hers. It was an erotic invitation. His tongue followed the path of his lips. Lust-filled amber eyes assessed her blue ones. Without words he snaked his mouth over hers, claiming her with his lips and tongue in a bold move.

  Geirsson knew exactly what to do to her body to notch up her temperature. With his tongue thrusting and hands skimming over her naked back and ass, he kneaded and squeezed her in places he liked, which had her purring within minutes. When she thought to take a breath his hand fisted in her hair, anchoring her to him. She knew then exactly what he was going to do but even knowledge did not prepare her for the thrill of his mark.

  His hand yanked her hair back, allowing their mouths to separate. Much-needed oxygen filled her lungs. That was her only allowance. Using his strength, he angled her neck, exposing her pulse. The shift of her body forced her breasts up. She hissed as her nipples rubbed his chest hair. Then, with a deadly gleam in his eyes, he licked her pulse, the thick ridges of his dragon tongue sending spirals of liquid desire to surge through her. Over and over again his tongue slid along her pulse, and with each slide she felt her skin heat as the thick ridges of Geirsson’s tongue made sure to bruise the very pulse of her life.

  Knowing he was claiming her, marking her as his elicited a strange yearning within her. Before she could stop herself, her dragon strength surged. He allowed her to push him to the floor. There was no kiss, no claiming of lips. Her tongue licked a delicate path up his own pulse of life. The growl of his desire, his acceptance ignited the flare of hope, want—and more importantly love—shaking her more than her actions.

  Just as quickly, he turned the tables. He positioned her so she was on her knees, with the cold stone floor a comfort. Maeja welcomed the feel of the cool stones. Many draconic men had warmed her flesh but none made her feel alive, or more heated than Geirsson. His strong arms maneuvered her body the way he wanted. One hand tucked under her waist, bringing her rump up, exposing her wet cunt to his eyes. His shoulders nudged her legs open wide. She followed his silent instructions and panted, knowing what was about to come. She understood what was about to happen between them might be more change than she or he was ready for. With lust and passion a tight coil within her, Maeja felt the roar of her dragon surge to the forefront. On her knees, exposed, open and pulsing for the taking, she tossed her head back and turned to the right to give a throaty roar of pleasure, not caring that her long dragon teeth gleamed sinfully at him.

  Geirsson placed both hands on her ass. His weight easily settled over hers. He was ice-fire hot and the combination melted something hard and cold she had created within her. Once again he gave her neck a sultry lick. This time though his tongue moved lower, following the small bumps of her spine to skim her back. She arched and hissed her pleasure all at once.

  “I am going to take you, my lady. Do you trust me?”

  Maeja smiled. Geirsson was addressing her formally, maintaining the distance she sought. She was on her knees with her back bare, ensuring he knew the trust she placed in him. She might be a queen but instinct as old as their existence decreed a dragon never to bare their back. It left them vulnerable and open for attack. She bucked into him, feeling his long, rigid cock, wishing he would place it deep within her.

  “Are you sure you want me, my lady?”

  Maeja almost snorted on her giggle. Want? If she wanted him any more she would erupt into dragon flame. Then it dawned on her. Geirsson, her stoic captain-at-arms, was teasing and flirting with her.

  S
he lowered her head, parting her long hair in the process, ensuring he saw her totally exposed neck. Submissive. Waiting. Anticipating. Cold-hot breath scaled her neck, bringing those glistening goose bumps to life again.

  “Say it.” There was demand in his voice.

  “Or what?” she asked, deliberately pushing him.

  “Or I will not take you, yet.”

  “That is not how it feels to me.” Slow and tantalizing, Maeja pushed her ass up, ensuring with the movement he saw how excited she was. Her rich pussy cream coated her swollen lips and she enjoyed letting her sensitive cunt slide over his rigid shaft.

  Words left them both. Teasing and flirting were forgotten as both their dragons sought to assert themselves. Maeja felt it in the slow suspension of her heart rate and tingling of her skin. She breathed deeply, hoping for clarity. Instead his passion-coated scent slammed into her, causing a growl of desire to escape her. Geirsson stiffened behind her and then with deadly swiftness she was filled. With one hand firmly planted on her ass, Geirsson stuffed his thick cock inside her, forcing her cunt open to his fullness. Maeja panted hard. She loved the feel of him. Dragon-swift he thrust in her. With the exposed position she was in his weighty testicles bounced along her pussy, heightening her desire. Strokes that brought instant ice-heat to her body shook her. Passion as fast and furious as the solar winds stole through her.

  He settled all his weight onto her. His strokes did not slow. The rhythm was demanding and that was the dragon way. He claimed her. He dominated her. He was going to make sure she never forgot their union.

  Bursting pleasure grew within her. Maeja welcomed it. Her head tilted down lower to the stone floor, her ass moved up, embracing his poundings, which brought his cock inch by inch closer to her womb. Using her arms, she met his piston-like rhythm thrust for thrust. Dragon strength did have its advantages. Geirsson used her strength to leverage himself up onto his knees, taking her along for the bumpy ride. Blinding pleasure rode her sharply. A hand snaked around to her front. Fingers delved into her soaked pussy, opening her lips wider. The minute he found her pebbled stone he tapped it. Liquid fire gushed from her to coat his fingers. Dragon cream ran down her thighs. He returned his attention to her stone, tweaking it between his tantalizing fingers until a sob of desire robbed her of breath, forcing oxygen from her expanding lungs.

  “Let it happen, Maeja.”

  Chapter Five

  Not my lady, not my queen…her name. That one acceptance of her broke the fire dam. Harmonic pulses of passion flashed red and orange over her skin. Eyes closed, she let the bliss take over her body. Geirsson’s cock expanded further and Maeja felt the exact moment when his dragon appendage stole up into her womb. Pain and pleasure burned through her, adding to the fuel of her fire. Maeja could not move, did not dare to. His dragon cock, nestled deep within her womb, took its time. She thought it would be swift. It had always been so in the past when she had coupled, sating her need for sex. Not this time. Sweat glistened on her skin, and heat surfaced along Geirsson’s as his dragon cock stroked each of her dragon eggs.

  “I am barren, Geirsson,” she whispered the words she had come to hate.

  “Do not speak,” he ground out the words. His mind and dragon cock fused together to seek what she knew he would not find. A ripe dragon egg to seal their mating. Only his appendage would discern the truth of her words.

  Finally he roared his pleasure and came in long, sharp ice-cold salty spurts. With a tenderness that surprised her, he picked her up and carried her to his bed.

  “I am sorry, Geirsson… I thought you knew.”

  Maeja liked how heated his amber eyes assessed her.

  “No. I had no idea you were such a passionate queen, Maeja.” The grin that settled on his face allowed her to breathe easier. She was pleased he did not want to discuss her lack of fertile eggs. It was a topic she loathed.

  Hot breath once again fanned her neck. His body was inches from hers. All she had to do was curve her body to once again meet his chest.

  “Thank you, Geirsson.”

  “Did I please you, my lady?”

  Back to titles. She wished that was not so, but understood the necessity of it. She gave a smile and nodded.

  “I am glad to hear it. I would not want to fail, knowing I have to allow you, Castra’s queen, to undergo the thrall.”

  “Maeja.”

  “What?” His deep baritone voice rumbled with vibrancy.

  “Call me Maeja.”

  “Not tonight, my queen.”

  So be it. Maeja knew he used the formal title to keep him grounded to his duty at hand. The vulnerable part of her forced the tears tight within her chest away. With her emotions locked in place, she understood his motive. She was now his duty…his task. That was it. She was the one who had asked for this. She was the one who needed this if it would save Castra. What was she expecting? A courtship of old, following the ancient ways? No. That would not be.

  She was modern.

  While it had been her mother who had made first contact with the humans, it had been Maeja who had to quickly take over when her mother was murdered. The blue diamond allowed their planet to rotate, but only by using human technology were they truly able to break free of the cold from the ice age. Maeja had set Castra on the path to utilize computer technology to better her race. She had to ignore the beast that lived deep within her until the cage burst free. Because a queen could not fail. To do so would decree death for her entire race.

  Whatever was needed to save her world, she would do. Just like Geirsson. Emotions would not play them both.

  Large gentle hands expanded to fan her neck. Maeja immediately relaxed her head, granting him permission. He nudged her knees farther apart. Once again thick and erect, his cock teased her wet opening. A truly feminine power overcame her. Then his body lowered to hers and Maeja got the shock of her life. He was ice-hot, all smoldering heat and then brisk cold, causing her body to seize with goose bumps that forced heat to surface along her skin.

  “Now you will know what I really am.”

  Harsh words sucked the air from her. Geirsson was her direct opposite. She was a Fire Dragon and he a Frost Dragon. He was her perfect mate. He was her balance. The ramifications of that shook her resolve, but it was too late for Maeja to back down. Face-to-face with passion roaring over him, Geirsson wanted to make sure she knew what dragon she lay with. It was in his eyes and the shimmering pulse as he fought to keep the shift at bay. Ice-hot scales gleamed to life over his skin. He panted hard.

  “Remember, Maeja, we are first dragons. Now you will know what dragon has claimed you.”

  The challenge was erotic. Her dragon-heart lurched with delight. It took a lot of willpower on Maeja’s part not to close her eyes and savor the ice-hot feel of him. To not roar her own pleasure.

  This was a simple business arrangement. She was not doing this for her own pleasure.

  The lies tasted bitter and foul. Geirsson’s hand was icy pleasure and sure to enflame the dragon lying within her to awaken and grasp onto what he was offering. His dragon sex for her use only.

  What would it be like to have two men like Geirsson inside her? The thought caused her cunt to spasm. The reality that she wanted that erotic thought to come true caused the liquid heat of her sex and their combined passions spent to seep out of her pussy.

  This is my duty. Nothing more. Maybe if she chanted the lie it would become true.

  Shock riveted lightning fast through Geirsson. Maeja was a Fire Dragon. His opposite. All the years, through the long centuries he had not glimpsed a hint of her heritage. Her mother’s mates, and yes, he realized he knew she had two at one time, he could not remember. If he brought forth the dragon within her their dragon lust would merge, melting ice cold with her fire. She was the perfect combination, the exact balance to his beast and he had not known.

  Immediately, Geirsson felt stupid. How could he not know? He had thought he had learned everything about Maeja. What she liked to
eat, the colors she favored, the jewels she collected, and why she strove to maintain her icy disposition. More importantly, why she viewed the beasts they were with dread. He had assumed she had not borne draka because she was too busy running the planet. Now more than anything he felt the fool. The simple way she had said she was barren told him her true yearning. She wanted a draka. Images of a little Maeja swamped his mind and he had to fight not to smile with his own want of it. Maeja might appear frigid and unforgiving to her people but she was anything but. She thought to sacrifice herself and ignore the passionate creature she was because she had a duty to Castra. Geirsson was not going to allow that. Especially after tasting how passionate she had become. Part of him wondered if he had become addicted to her taste already. It mattered naught. He would help her on this foolish quest, but he too had his own agenda.

  Maybe instinct is at play. Maybe my dragon knew. Finding a rational explanation for what was becoming an extraordinary night was not working.

  Fucking her was becoming more than that crude word elicited. He wanted to claim her as his. Mark her as his. Damn, he had. Geirsson chalked that up to dragon instinct. The intense pleasure he had found in bruising her pulse warmed him and the secret he withheld from her was his alone to treasure.

  Maeja was not infertile as she thought. His dragon cock had snaked over two eggs that thrummed with life. Why then did he not claim them? Because he was stupid. And he was playing with fire. Geirsson knew it was because he wanted more from her and she was not ready to embrace that yet. He was counting on time and her dragon passion to work his way.