Dragon's Taming

by Miranda Martin

  Finally, we make it back out to the room just off courtyard where we've been storing our things.

  "Are you hungry?" I ask as I move over to where I've organized the food we've been able to hunt and gather. Well, mostly Ryuth, though I try to help as much as I can. "I can make—"

  I stop as Ryuth's hand closes over my wrist.

  My heart kicks in my chest as I turn to look back at him.

  He's watching me with a serious expression. One that I haven't seen before. There's so much heat in his eyes. They lock with mine as he steps close, his other hand coming up to cup my cheek.

  I swallow as I stare back at him, the attraction between us so clear I can't deny it.

  His thumb moves to rub my bottom lip and his eyes slip down to track the slow movement.

  I shiver under the gentle touch.

  "My treasure," he whispers in a rough, hoarse voice.

  Everything in me goes still.

  He spoke.

  Ryuth spoke.

  The shock of that doesn't have time to settle in before he's bending towards me, putting his mouth on mine in a soft, lingering kiss.

  A bolt of heat runs through me at the light touch.

  Oh.

  This is . . .

  I lean into him, all thoughts running right out of my mind as I sink into the feel of his lips on mine.

  Yes, please.

  12

  Mei

  The languorous kiss doesn't stay that way.

  Ryuth makes a low sound at the back of his throat between a growl and groan, a sound that makes me instantly wet. And then his hands are more insistent as they slide down my back to cup my ass, his tongue more forceful as it slides into my mouth. And it only makes me hotter.

  I moan, sliding my own hands down the center of his back, down the deep furrow created by the heavy muscle there. Lightly tracing the softness of his wings.

  He shudders against me. He must be sensitive there.

  Breaking the kiss, he meets my eyes as he swings me up in his arms and carries me over to the surprisingly comfortable bed we've made using bits and pieces found throughout the ruins.

  The bed we sleep in together every night.

  But I don't think he has sleep in mind right now. He drops down to his knees to lay me down, his eyes narrowed as they trace over my face, over my body.

  Desire is clear in his eyes.

  His hands follow the path his eyes just took.

  My breathing is fast as I watch his face, the lust that tightens his expression and makes me want him even more.

  His palms curve along the sides of my neck, his face absorbed as he traces my exposed collarbones with his fingers. It's such a light touch. So gentle. But the effect it has isn't gentle at all.

  His hands move on to my breasts. He lets out a huff of breath as he cups them, molds them through the light fabric of my shirt. My nipples harden immediately under the stimulation, two hard points that are clearly visible through the thin fabric. There's no denying how much I want him. His fingers find them unerringly, plucking at the stiff peaks, rolling them between his fingers.

  There's no hesitation in the way he touches me.

  He knows how to please a woman.

  I bite my lip, squirming under the attention.

  Growling, he slides his hands down impatiently and grips the hem of my shirt, pushing it up to bare me to his eyes.

  "My treasure," he breathes. He slides hands up to cup them without any barrier between us now.

  I gasp at the coolness of his touch, pushing up against it. Wanting more.

  His eyes are still intent on what his hands are doing as he lowers his head. And laps his tongue along the sensitive undersides of my breasts.

  I slide my fingers into his hair as he lavishes attention on each mound, cupping and molding with his hands as he sucks and licks until I'm making desperate sounds in the back of my throat.

  I want more.

  I need more.

  I slide my hands up the hard muscle of his arms, across his wide shoulders, wanting to touch all of him at once.

  He pulls back. I open my mouth to object, but his hands are moving down. He looks up to meet my eyes as he hooks his fingers into my waistband. I lick my lips as he slowly pulls them down along with my underwear, his eyes not looking away from mine as he leaves me naked but for my bunched up shirt that offers no protection at all.

  I feel vulnerable.

  At his mercy.

  And it's right where I want to be.

  He slides his hands up the insides of my thighs, the touch confident. Almost leisurely. Then his eyes finally leave mine. Meandering slowly down to my breasts. To my stomach.

  And straight to where I'm already hot and wet for him. Where I desperately want his focused attention.

  His nostrils flare as he takes in a deep breath, his eyes on the sight of me as he slides his hands under my knees and forces my legs up and out. His hands stay high up on my inner thighs, keeping them spread. Leaving me completely open and vulnerable to him.

  The dominance of the gesture sends another wave of heat through me.

  Or maybe it's just that it's Ryuth. The man I've been fantasizing about forever, whether or not I chose to acknowledge it. I think anything he does will work for me.

  "Pretty," he says in that rasp of a voice, sliding down until he's on his stomach between my legs.

  Until his face is just inches away from my core. He takes another deep breath, his cheeks flushed, his eyes intent on what is in front of him.

  I have a moment where I feel the urge to cover myself, to close my legs.

  To protect myself.

  "Taste," he growls.

  Then his tongue comes out and he draws it firmly through my folds, sliding right through my furrow. And hitting my clitoris at the very top. I moan, my legs falling farther apart. Any urge to cover myself flies right out the window.

  Damn.

  That feels . . .

  His arms wrap around my thighs as he settles in, licking me everywhere, his tongue curious and firm.

  Perfection.

  "Oh," I sigh, my hands coming down to hold his as I toss my head to the side. It feels so good. The ache intensifies. I can feel the pleasure mounting, coalescing in my center as he continues to lick and suck, his teeth scraping against me lightly.

  He moves his thumbs in and spreads my lips wider, allowing him to slide his tongue in deeper.

  I cry out as I push my hips up against his face, but he keeps me firmly pressed down against the bed as he flicks his tongue against me. Fast and firm. Right where I need it.

  My whole body arches as the orgasm rips through me in a devastating explosion of sensation. I feel it from the top of my head down to the very tips of my toes. A necessary release that leaves me limp long moments later, a light layer of sweat coating my body.

  I try to catch my breath as the feeling ebbs, Ryuth's tongue still licking at me, though it's less forceful now, more gentle. Helping me come down rather than rise back up.

  I open my eyes lazily as he sits up. His mouth is wet and swollen from what he just did to me. The sight of it stirs me again.

  His eyes are on my face as he hooks his fingers into his own pants, the only thing he's wearing right now. I swallow as I take in the massive bulge tenting the front of them.

  That is . . . impressive.

  He bends over, obscuring my view as he pushes them down, leaving him completely naked on his knees in front of me. My eyes widen as I take him in. He's worth a second look. Or ten.

  His wide shoulders taper down to a slim waist, his body lean and honed to be flexible and strong, the muscled chest and cobblestone abs pretty but also functional. His hair is in sexy disarray around his intent face, his horns just peeking out. His wings are slightly flared behind his back, framing the nakedness of his body.

  Like a dream.

  Or a particularly sexy nightmare.

  Not that I was ever into the angelic type.

  His tail mo
ves sinuously behind him as he watches me, his knees braced shoulder width apart, thighs thick with the muscle he needs to hunt and survive in this world.

  But the most eye-catching part is undeniable. My eyes zero in on his erection, so large it almost doesn't look real. The rumors of the Zmaj men's size really weren't an exaggeration. Maybe they were even an understatement.

  I swallow as a nervous tingle spreads through me. How can I take something that large? And it's not just long and thick. There are distinct ridges running down the top of it, ending in a ridge at the base that protrudes just a bit farther than the rest.

  How would that feel inside of me? Just the thought sends a thrill through me.

  I watch as Ryuth takes a grip on his base, sliding his hand up and down, spreading the moisture already leaking from his tip.

  I think I'm about to find out how it would feel.

  "Go slow," I warn as he lowers himself on top of me, bracing himself on one elbow while he aims with that grip on his base.

  He nods, his eyes soft as they look at my face.

  "Slow," he agrees. He frowns, obviously struggling with the words. "Will not . . . hurt."

  I nod, smiling tentatively. "Okay."

  He smiles back. Then he looks back down where he's sliding the tip of himself up and down between my legs, through my slickness.

  I sigh, spreading my legs farther apart, enjoying the blunt feel of him against me. Then he aims his broad head against my opening. I'm wet and relaxed, as ready as I can be. But I still feel a renewed twinge of trepidation as he starts to push forward.

  He's so thick. He stretches me like I've never been stretched before, his thickness and length worthy of the record books. If he hadn't done so much to ready me, I don't think he could have gotten in at all.

  Hooking his arm under one of my legs, he pushes it up and to the side, opening me up even more for the invasion. I gasp and he groans as he slides in a few, hard-fought inches.

  Oh, it's tight. I take a deep breath as he pulls out. And then he squeezes back in, farther than before. But still not all the way. That takes time and patience.

  He grits his teeth as he slowly makes more headway, deeper and deeper with each thrust. I can see the control he has to exert over himself not to just push in all the way like I know he wants to. And I appreciate it. But now I want more.

  I start to push back against him as the ridges hit my clitoris on the way in, rub me inside in a way I didn't anticipate.

  It feels . . .

  I moan and he growls as he's finally seated the whole way, the entire length of him buried deep inside me. So deep I can almost feel him in my throat, filling every millimeter of space I have in me. My eyes flutter open as he cups my damp cheek, smooths my hair back from where it sticks to the side of my face.

  "Good?" he asks, his eyes concerned.

  I smile.

  He smiles back, the worry still clear in his expression.

  "Yes," I reassure him. "It's really good." God, is it good. Sliding my hand into his hair, I pull him down so I can kiss him. He doesn't seem to mind at all.

  The kiss stays shallow, our breaths mingling, as he starts to thrust. I pant a bit as the ridges hit me perfectly. One after another. In a delicious line.

  I jerk as he pushes in harder, the raised portion at the base of his erection grinding into my clitoris.

  Ah.

  That's what that's for.

  My fingernails dig into his shoulders at the sharp stab of pleasure. It's too much and not enough all at once.

  And then Ryuth settles into a rhythm that drives both of us completely insane. My moans are almost continuous now as I grip his arms, my knuckles white with the strength of my grasp, holding on as he pistons in and out of my body. His eyes are intent on my face, his arms straining, braced on either side of me so his hips have full range of motion. He makes full use of that range, his movements fluid and rolling.

  Oh, yes.

  I can feel it coming . . .

  "Ryuth!" I call out, my body convulsing as the pleasure tackles me, an intense wave that is no weaker for the orgasm I just had.

  He roars in response as he shoves his cock back into me, grinding that bit at the very end where it'll do the most good. I groan, biting my lip. I feel his length kick hard inside me as he comes, the warm wetness of his orgasm splashing as our bodies strain against each other.

  Our breathing is harsh in the aftermath. My breath comes in pants as my sweaty palms slide down the length of his arms. He kisses the side of my face as he slowly pulls his spent member out of me, the gesture soft, almost reverent.

  Sweet.

  I open my eyes as his hand slides down the center of my body to cup me where I'm still pulsing. And I notice the erection he's still sporting.

  "What . . . " I start, not knowing how to finish. I know he came.

  He reaches down to take a grip of it. "Sec—“

  “Sex?” I say.

  He huffs out a frustrated breath. “Seck. Second. Secondary penis,” he growls, stroking its length. He grunts a bit. The words aren’t coming easily.

  Oh boy. Another rumor confirmed. Two penises. That’s a lot. And he’s talking! I don’t know which surprise is better.

  "I need more," he growls, reaching down to take a grip on my body and flip me over. I let him get me into position on all fours, not knowing if I can really take any more. But I'm willing to try.

  I bite my lip as his second cock slowly nudges at me. I'm so sensitive already. He sinks in gradually. I feel every searing inch. I arch my back as it pushes in, feeling it go even deeper in this position, which I didn't think was possible. I feel thoroughly branded by him as his hips press against mine, his cock lodged deep inside me. Again.

  He doesn't waste time. But this time the rhythm is slower, the thrusts deep and careful. I'm so sensitized from the last two orgasms that it's exactly what I need. I drop down to my elbows and gasp as he pushes in an inch deeper.

  "My treasure," he groans. One of his hands leaves my hips where he's been gripping me tightly, and reaches underneath me to pinch my clitoris. I let out a short scream that I can't hold back for the life of me.

  The orgasm is deep, rippling through me on a different level now. My body shudders underneath his, trembling as he keeps me going with his fingers. I feel almost like I'm floating at this point I'm so drenched in pleasure.

  With a groan and one last short thrust, he follows me over, buried so deep I can feel his hearts beating in me.

  And, because this is just how life goes, that's when a tremor decides to hit. A violent one. The floor buckles under us and parts of the ceiling start to rain down, heavy pieces slamming into the ground around us.

  I bite back a completely different scream, remembering how Ryuth silences me during the quakes. I can't make a sound. Ryuth drops down on top of me, perfectly silent too as he covers me completely, his arms wrapped around my head protectively.

  There's a slight calming of the shaking, but it doesn't stop.

  "We must leave," Ryuth says right in my ear before standing and pulling me up with him. "Now."

  Not a good time for my body to feel like a limp noodle. But I make it work. With a firm grip on my hand, he pulls me with him as we dodge around the falling pieces of the building around us, fighting to stay upright as we make it out to the courtyard.

  That's one way to snap out of that pesky post-coital glow.

  13

  Mei

  When the tremor stops, Ryuth goes back into the room we ran out of and carries our things out to the courtyard. At least there's no roof to cave in here. I arrange the bedding as he goes back to pull out the food we have stored as well. Good thing is, we're able to salvage almost everything despite the rubble.

  Though I really am starting to wonder why this compound was built here in the first place. Maybe the tremors are a more recent occurrence? Though, even with them, I think this oasis is still an excellent place to live. I could handle some tremors in exchange for
plentiful water and food sources.

  When Ryuth brings our clothes, I reach out for mine, intending to get dressed. But he pulls them back and sets them over the lip of the dried fountain. Then he lays down on our bed and opens his arms, watching me expectantly.

  I smile a little. "Not time to dress yet?" I tease as I step closer.

  He shakes his head solemnly. "No." He frowns, again clearly struggling for the right words. Considering how long it's been since he's probably spoken, he's doing amazingly well. "I want . . . to hold . . . my treasure," he says haltingly.

  Aw.

  I'm not ashamed to say my heart melts a little at the words and the accompanying sincere expression. He means what he says.

  I lower myself down to the bed with him and he wraps his arms around me, tangling his legs with mine. I like that he wants to be so close. I slide my fingers into his hair, just enjoying looking at him for a bit.

  "I'm so glad you're coming back to yourself," I finally say, blinking back tears as the enormity of the change really hits me. I have someone to talk to now, someone who understands what I'm saying. I continue after a moment, after I have a better hold of myself. "I was getting kind of lonely listening only to the sound of my own voice," I say wryly, smiling slightly.

  He brings a hand up to cover the back of mine, turning his head to kiss my palm before facing me again. "The bijass . . . is still . . . here," he says, pressing our combined hands to his heart. "Words are . . . difficult," he says, each one fighting its way out.

  I nod, feeling sympathy for him rise. "I'm sure it's very difficult," I agree. "I can't imagine how difficult after not speaking for . . . " I frown. "How long were you lost to the bijass, Ryuth? How long has it been since you've spoken?"

  He looks away, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular as he thinks. Finally, he shakes his head, his face twisted in frustration. "Long . . . time," he says, his eyes turning back to me. "Years. Many years."

  I nod. That much is clear, but I don't push. He's obviously having difficulty accessing his memories. Like he said, he's not completely free of the bijass yet. "Do you remember what happened?" I ask, trying a different tact.