Dragon's Kiss (Red Planet Dragons of Tajss Book 5)

by Miranda Martin

  Slowly I open my mouth as I approach, wanting to taste him so badly.

  Ragnar leans back, resting on his arms with his legs underneath, pushing his hips out so his cock is pointing at me, ready.

  As the head of his massive cock touches my lips, somehow I fall under a spell, hypnotized by him. A shiver runs through my body, I'm trembling and my pussy is throbbing with a fresh growing need as I open my mouth and push my lips over his thick head.

  I can't take much of him into my mouth, his size is too great. I wrap my lips around what I can and suck hard.

  Ragnar groans, hissing in pleasure as his hand slides into my hair, making me smile and feel bold.

  I suck harder at his head, letting my spit and his sweet, tangy juices drip copiously down his thick, pulsing shaft.

  I stroke up and down with both my hands as though I'm greasing a pole.

  My moans join his as I suck, the head of his cock soft and velvety against my lips. The underside is hot skin with small pulsing veins that let me feel the power in it, sending a jolt to my core.

  Sliding down his shaft I find his balls, swollen and tight, and softly I play with them.

  "Yes!" he exclaims as I do. "There, yes my treasure."

  His hand tightens in my hair but he doesn't force me. His free hand reaches down, stroking my skin, his fingers roll over my rock hard nipples sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

  Moving down I slide my lips along the unprotected underside of his shaft, my lips and tongue lapping at his veined shaft, bathing it in my spit.

  Ragnar groans, then throws his head back and hisses. My pussy is a dull ache, ready to fill again, but I'm not done with him yet.

  Raw primal desire rips through my body and it takes all my control to not throw myself on top and let him finish inside me.

  He grips my shoulders, pulling my mouth off his cock. Our eyes lock across his hard body.

  Shifting his grip he grabs me by my waist and lifts me up. Yelping in surprise, he positions me over his cock then in a single, swift motion lowers me onto his shaft.

  His cock fills my pussy, hard, fast and deep.

  Crying out wordless pleasure his strong hand grips the back of my neck pulling me down to him.

  His lips claim mine as his tongue slips inside. I moan as he kisses me fiercely, his hand roaming over my body, while his enormous dick stretches my pussy to its limits.

  His hand moves lower, between my legs, until one finger finds my clit.

  As his finger grazes it, I'm gripped by wild, animal lust. Abandoning all reason I buck on his cock, riding him for all he's worth.

  His finger pushes against my clit, circling it while his hips thrust into me.

  He pulls on my hair, keeping me tight against his lips. His giant dick fills me over and over as our hips slam into each other with the sounds of slapping skin.

  Suddenly he thrusts up hard, driving himself even deeper, and he holds. He pulls out of our kiss, staring into my eyes.

  "My treasure," he hisses, then thrusts in and out of me like a jackhammer before I can respond.

  My eyes roll back into my head. Liquid fire rages from my pussy then waves of it pass through me.

  "RAGNAR!" I scream, wildly bucking my hips to meet his rapid fire thrusting.

  Our orgasm takes us both. His hand tightens in my hair, pulling me close and together we come, over and over. Wave after wave of pleasure, more than I've ever experienced.

  Slowly awareness returns.

  Lying on his muscled chest. Warm. Comfortable.

  Fingers softly tracing his bulging muscles.

  His massive cock, soft inside me, still filling. I never want to let him go.

  I lay a hand on my belly where his seed now rests.

  My future has never looked brighter.

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  The Alva

  MIRANDA MARTIN

  Take an Human female as mate on the off chance of saving his race? Absurd.

  At least that's what Prince Elorshin Do'ana thinks. It's true, the Alvan race is dying. There have been no new births in years and if they don't do something, their entire race is doomed. However, Elorshin doesn't want to bind himself to a mate that can't fully share in the fated bond that all Alvan crave. Forced into a marriage by a House more powerful than his own, Prince Elorshin doesn't think he will ever know happiness, that is until he meets his bright, luscious bride.

  Margot Whelan wants two things, one of which she will never have. Love and a baby. The second can't happen, not as long as she's on Earth. Population control is too strict. When she sees an advertisement for the Celestial Mates Dating Agency she decides to take the chance. After all, what future does she have on an overpopulated Earth? She agrees to marry the hot, seven foot tall, indigo alien with sparkling emerald eyes and oddly sexy fangs.

  He struggles with the war between what his body craves and what his heart needs. Somehow, Margot must get past the language barrier and forge the connection Elorshin so desperately desires. A love that Houses will go to war for.

  A Baby for the Alien Prince is a stand alone novel in the Celestial Mates Shared Universe. It is a science fiction romance story with a stubborn alien and an equally stubborn human female, plenty of action-packed adventure, and hot, steamy alien romance!

  ELORSHIN

  I stalk toward Margot, furious that she would demean herself in such a way.

  A Princess should never have to dirty her hands with manual labor. It is unbecoming to her position, to me, and to House Do'ana.

  Her eyes widen as I close the distance between us.

  Even in my anger, I note the deep brown of the gown she is wearing and how well it compliments her coloring and the dangerous curves of her body.

  Curves I want to mold with my hands.

  "Leave us!" I bark out as I reach my tiny mate. I stay in place in front of her as everyone leaves the room. "Why are you cleaning?"

  She shakes her head, frowning in confusion.

  I know she cannot understand me, but I say it anyway.

  "You are not a servant here! Cleaning and working are not your duties!" I say, my voice low with frustration.

  She frowns and says something back in a sharp tone, not at all apologetic.

  I feel my anger surge again.

  She does not yet know our ways, and yet she argues with me?

  My eyes narrow.

  And then she takes a firm hold of my cock. Her soft, small hand closing around me.

  I blink at her, stupefied by this development.

  What tactic is this?

  "What are you doing?" I demand.

  She says something else in a low voice, raising her chin in defiance.

  I feel myself harden even more in her hand until I am fully, undeniably erect.

  My lust, anger, and frustration collide together in a volatile mixture.

  With a growl, I crowd her back into a nearby alcove and pick her up, setting her on the ledge.

  She has driven me too far.

  Now she will pay the price.

  I will not stop until she is writhing with pleasure upon my tongue, until she is gasping with the intensity of the climax I intend to give her.

  Until she forgets why she is defying me at all, her body putty in my hands.

  I want her taste to coat my tongue, want to feel her legs tremble and her body arch, unable to control herself as I do what I want with her, until I drive her to the brink.

  My cock throbs, almost painfully, against the now taut fabric of my trousers.

  Her eyes are wide as she watches me and I know she worries what I may do.

  Per
haps she should worry.

  MARGOT

  In the heat of the moment my frustration surges and not knowing how else to make him listen, I grab his cock. "Do you think just because you have a dick you get to tell everyone else what to do?" I retort, raising my voice.

  Maybe not the best course of action, but the stress of the last couple of days already has me on edge. I'm not okay with him assuming he can just push me around whenever he wants to and I don't give a shit if it's against cultural norms.

  I'm so pissed it takes me a moment to register how big the steel hard length in my hand is.

  My breath catches in my throat as, impossibly, my touch makes him even bigger.

  Oh...man.

  He's sizable.

  Fucking huge is more like it.

  Definitely proportional to his seven foot height.

  I swallow as I meet his eyes again.

  They're burning. But is it with lust or is he raging?

  He says something else, but no way am I backing down now.

  His nostrils flare and he steps forward, crowding me into an alcove. I take a step back, even though I know that's what he wants. I keep moving back as he pushes forward, his face set in hard lines.

  Excellent work, Margot.

  Why don't you provoke the seven foot alien with the huge erection? Right when you land in his house and you're at his mercy.

  What could go wrong?

  My back hits something hard and then there's nowhere else to go.

  I brace myself. Oh shit, what if he really is pissed.

  I draw in a sharp breath as he effortlessly takes my hips in his massive hands and lifts me onto a ledge I didn't even know was there.

  It's high enough it reduces our ridiculous height difference.

  He growls something and I glimpse his gleaming fangs.

  Something about that makes me totally juicy, there might be something wrong with my wiring.

  He says something else as his eyes drop to my lips.

  I wish I could understand what he's saying.

  But then he lowers his head until his lips meet mine and I relax a little.

  Here's a language I know how to speak.

  His lips are surprisingly soft and warm against mine. They're gentle, almost questioning, like he's making sure I want it.

  When I lean into the kiss, he makes a sound in the back of his throat.

  And the kiss turns demanding.

  I slide my hands up his hard chest to clench down on his broad shoulders, my hands sliding a little on the leather.

  He makes a sound as his tongue tangles with mine, the taste of him filling my mouth. His hands clench on my thighs as he kisses me like he can't get enough, like he has to have more. I feel almost drunk on kisses.

  I've kissed my fair share of men.

  But none of them ever made me feel like this. Like I had to have them, like my body was burning up for them.

  There's no denying our chemistry.

  I make a sound of protest as his mouth moves away from mine.

  He murmurs something soothing as he drops to his knees.

  Is he going to...?

  He throws my skirt up and peels my leggings down and off my legs, right over my boots.

  I'm suddenly naked from the waist down.

  The direct aggressiveness of the act is unexpected and ratchets my arousal up even higher.

  But everything he does makes me sexcited.

  And then his large hands take a firm grip on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, pushing them wide apart, spreading me in front of his hot gaze.

  Oh.

  I'm already panting as I watch him lick his lips, his eyes locked between my legs.

  I am seriously wet as fuck.

  Murmuring something under his breath, he leans forward and licks a long line up my center with the flat of his tongue.

  I groan, sliding my fingers into his hair. Its silky and smooth under my fingers, warm from his scalp.

  Make him angry as often as I can, got it.

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