by Marie Daye
Eskil’s eyes burned into her, “Dragons are never wrong about their lifemate’s.”
He pulled her arm up and gently kissed her elbow, then his tongue flicked out past his lips and slowly licked the small cut. Her cheeks turned a darker color and she tried to push herself up and pull her arm away.
“Eskil stop! You are a dragon, I am an elf: a mortal. We are enemies, I cannot even begin to count the number of times we have tried to kill one another. You're wrong, I am not your lifemate!”
Eskil stopped her from moving away, pushing her back to the earth with his hand on her chest. He effortlessly wrestled her wrists above her head and pinned them there with one large hand, the other holding her small chin and turning her head to look face him.
“You have Freyja and Freyr to thank for this. The Gods are… vindictive sometimes.”
He stared into her icy eyes, mesmerized by the shades of blue that swirled in them. Her high cheekbones were red, and her jaw line was beautifully sculpted. He bent down over her again, capturing her in another sweltering kiss. His tongue tracing her swollen lips until the sensation forced her to part them and open her mouth; his tongue reached hers and danced with it, swirling it around with his. She felt him explore her mouth, felt the heat from his body flood into hers. He sucked on her tongue, leading it back with his, leading her to battle with their mouths.
He moaned into her, the sound vibrating through her and she felt his body tense as he rubbed his groin against hers. His hand left her chin and found her breast, grasping the soft tissue beneath her shirt. He massaged her large breast with his palm and his fingers, building up tension until he was able to feel her perked nipple. He twisted the little nub between his fingers and heard her gasp out a moan between kisses.
“My little she-elf, my lifemate.” He whispered. “I have waited so long to find you.”
He kissed her again, then kissed her cheek to her chin, down her neck to her exposed collarbone. He licked up her pulsating vein and felt her shiver out another gasp. His left her breast for a moment to find the slit in her shirt, twirling his fingers in the fragile material before tearing it down the front. He moved the cotton fabric to the side and clasped her breast in his hand again; her soft and hot skin felt miraculous in his calloused palm. He trailed kisses back down from her neck until he clamped his steamy mouth over her other nipple. His tongue swirling around the peak and sucking it into his mouth.
She moaned and gasped out, “Eskil stop. This is wrong, I am not your lifemate. I was born your enemy simply by being a slayer, it's not possible.”
Eskil felt how swollen his groin had become, his member hard as a rock and begging to be released from its prison within his wool pants. He rubbed himself against her groin and listened to her moans of pleasure become less controlled. She was arching her back up as he suckled her breast and teased her skin. She felt magnificent, she smelt like lavender and honey, and she tasted sweet like berries. Eskil released her hands from above her head and turned his focus to the leather strap tied tightly around her waist, one hand massaging her breast while his mouth remained clamped onto her perked nipple.
Her hands tangled into his long locks and he felt her fingertips graze his scalp as he continued teasing her nipples, she was beginning to lose control. “I am not her, please you have to listen. We are not right for each other, you're a dragon! You are the dragon prince, I was born because I slaughtered your kin in my past life, and I have slain more in this life. There’s no way I could have been born your lifemate.”
Libelle gasped out again, her eyes hooded as she felt the foreign pleasure rush through her. She knew how wrong all of this was, but it all felt so right. “Eskil please, please stop.”
Eskil’s long tongue flicked across her breasts, leaving trails of fire wherever it touched. He felt so hot, so powerful and needy. He was solid muscle and rock hard all over against her. He felt like a man, smelt like a man with a delicious and masculine scent. The way his eyes burned as he looked at her made her sex spasm between her legs. Get yourself together Libelle, he’s in a false form. This is not the true Eskil, this is wrong. So wrong, oh please do that again.
She cried out and her back arched further. She felt so excited, but she felt so strange. Her conflicted emotions grew when his teeth gently pinched her nipple between them, a sweet sting of pain followed by soft caresses of his tongue swirling around the pink nipple.
“This won't work, please.”
Eskil paused to lock his gaze with hers again, “Libelle, dragons are never wrong. You are my lifemate.”
A tear formed at the corner of her eye and she shook her head. “I'm not, your wrong. You’re not yourself, this isn't you. This form is not you.”
Eskil kissed her, his tongue twirling around hers. “Even if you had not cast this damned curse on me, I would have eventually found out: and I would do exactly what I plan to do now.”
Another moan escaped her lips when she felt him grind his throbbing cock against her groin, his hips twisting and rubbing against her and the friction from their clothing adding to their excitement. She felt his fingers tug at her waistband trying to slip past her belt, and her eyes opened wide.
Her mind was racing, and she was struggling to think straight. What did he mean by that? To do exactly what he planned to do now? She felt the waistband to her pants tear, and his hand slipped down into them; his fingers sliding in between her legs and slipping into her wet sex. Her eyes widened further, nearly bursting from their sockets, and she grabbed onto his arm.
“Stop.” She stuttered out, her free hand planting firmly against his chest. He ignored her or didn't hear her when his kisses traveled back up her neck to claim her mouth again. She gasped for air when he tried to suck all the air from her lungs, “S-Stop!” She said again, forcing herself to be louder despite her growing need to submit.
She pushed against him again with more strength and he finally stopped and looked at her. His eyes were smoldering. “You have to stop, get off of me.” She panted.
“I don't want to. You are my lifemate, nothing you say or do is going to change that.” He thrust his fingers deeper inside her, exciting a pitched gasp from her. “I will have my lifemate, I will have you. In this form or my true form, you are mine: the Gods have decided this for you, for us.”
He thrusted his fingers in and out of her, his thumb rubbing her sensitive clit. He bent his head down to kiss her. Libelle turned her head away, preventing him from reaching her lips and causing him to growl. She fought the urge to moan again when he ground his rough fingers against her. He was playing dirty, and her resolve was growing weaker by the second as he teased her sex. She had to do something, and she had to do it fast or she wasn't going to be able to prevent this from going further.
She pushed him with her hands, raising her knees and kicking him off of her. Eskil snarled at her when she stood up and stepped away from him, her body was trembling.
“Libelle.” He growled like a beast while staring into her eyes.
She stood next to him for a moment, staring down at him as he pushed himself onto his knees to look back at her. Her mouth didn't move, but he could sense she wanted to say something. She straightened the fabric of her shirt, pulling the material to cover her exposed breasts. He eyed the tear in her pants, the buckle so loose that it threatened to fall to the ground. She wiped away a new tear from her eyes and took another step backwards.
“Libelle,” He started. “I am Eskil, the first dragon to be created and birthed from the gods. I am what your kind call the death-bringer. I am a dragon, the strongest of my kin and one of the oldest. I swear to you, you are my lifemate. Dragons are not mistaken on these facts, when they find their lifemate: they just know. I am not wrong, I cannot be wrong.”
He stood up and held her gaze. How he wished he could hold her delicate chin, and trace her lush lips with his thumb. How he wished he could hold her in his arms, enjoy the heat of her body and the arousal in her voice while he fucked her. He felt t
he ache in his loins and it was growing unbearably painful to not tend to his own desire, he wanted her but she didn't want him. He wanted to take her, he wanted to prove to her that she was his lifemate and that he was hers.
Eskil had never felt like this for any other dragon, not even for Brenna. He loved his cursed mortal, but he never wanted to mate her like he wanted to with Libelle. How he had not realized this long ago was startling, the number of times that the two had battled and nearly killed each other: he couldn’t number them. He had always been close to her, he had heard her before, smelt her, touched her, and tasted her: how did he not recognize her as his lifemate?
He thought back to all the times he had nearly taken her life, and all the times she had nearly taken his. They would always come so close to death, but neither ever fully being able to make the final blow that would end everything. He stared into her eyes, a feeling of defeat rushing over him like it had never done before.
Her blank eyes stared back at him, “Libelle, I want you to believe me. I need you to believe me.” He took a step closer to her and she unconsciously took a step backwards. “Why would you not? Eskil, the dragon prince, the death-bringer. Enemy to all mankind and to the slayers, the ones who slay my kin. What would he, I have to gain from this if it were not the truth?”
He saw her flinch at his words, he should have phrased it differently. She did not take any enjoyment from killing his kind. “I have been asking myself the same question since I first saw you at the damned town you call Grimsby. I remember seeing you on that chopping block, I know you saw me too. I remember the rage that churned in my stomach when I saw the man about to take your head off, I couldn't explain it until now. The anger that rushed through me that day, all I wanted to do was burn the place down and find you. You.”
He pointed at her chest for good measure and she took more blind steps backwards. “All I wanted was to find you, to learn why I felt this incredible yearn to know who you were and you disappeared like a rabbit down a hole. Then you reappeared in that grove, but you were a slayer, one born to destroy my kind. My anger and my hatred got the best of me, I pushed the yearning to the back of my mind and did my best to ignore it. I shouldn't have, I should have listened to it.”
“How many times have we crossed paths? How many times have we fought in close quarters? I cannot tell you the amount of times, and each one brought me closer and closer to my breaking point.” Eskil stepped further into Libelle who was now backed up to a tall oak tree, the shades of her eyes beginning to shine like a gem. His hands slammed into the sides of the tree, shaking the old wood and rustling the leaves. She was pinned between him and the tree and she did not realize it yet.
“Do you know how many times I have wanted to reach out and touch you? For reasons I could not have explained? How many times your scent made me ache, made me crave to touch your skin. The number of times that hearing your voice eased my tension and just made I want to sit and listen to you call me all the horrid names you could think of. Just being near you, it makes me yearn for you. I’ve never felt this way, not for anyone. Not even Brenna if you must know, so I didn't know how to explain it. To make sense of all of it.”
Chapter Thirteen
Eskil pushed his body against hers, preventing her from running away, he arched his neck, resting his nose against her throat and breathing deep.
“You don't realize how close I was-” His long tongue slipped past his lips and trailed a hot path from her collarbone to her jawline before he flicked his tongue across her cheek. “-how close I was that day to making you mine. It took all the strength in my body to fly away that day. When I had your taste in my mouth, it was like I was just gifted the finest meal I could ever ask for. The most precious gift the Gods could give me, was you; and like a fool I rebelled against those feelings until now.”
Eskil let go of the tree and pulled her hands away from her chest, his fingertips lightly grazing her sensitive skin as he traced feather light touches down the nape of her neck, parting her torn shirt and running his fingers between her breasts. She was shaking, biting her lip again and staring off into the tree line. His callouses grazed over her hard nipples making her flinch and stifle a whimper. His other hand rubbed her side, his fingers massaging deep into her ribs to her belly button.
He lowered himself onto his knees in front of her, raising his eyes to stare at her perfect and embarrassed face: waiting for her to turn her gaze back to his expectant one. He tugged at her pants and she flinched again, her teeth at her lip pinching down harder and another droplet of blood formed on her lip. He growled again, the sound dark but possessive as he pulled down on her hair, forcing her to bend forward with a surprised gasp. He kissed her gently, licking away the blood and the pain stinging her lip.
“My lifemate will not bleed because of me, nor for any other reason.” He let go of her hair, allowing her to lean back away from him but this time her eyes were locked with his. His kisses returned to her stomach, leaving gentle and invisible marks from her hip to her belly button and down towards the low material of her torn waistband.
He pulled the fabric even more, shredding the belt and pulling the wooden buttons from their stitches. His eyes remained on hers as she watched him, she was scared and he could feel it. She didn't know whether to stay here or run. Eskil slid her pants down her hips, gliding the leather over her rounded bottom and down her soft pale legs. He pulled them down until they stopped at her mid-calf boots and pushed her feet wider apart.
His breath tickled her thigh as he rubbed his cheek over her smooth skin, he kissed her inner leg. “I was a fool Libelle, I apologize for that. I ignored everything that my heart and soul was trying to tell me; until I could touch you like this, until I could hold you like this, until I could hear you: like this.”
Libelle cried out when Eskil’s tongue slipped past his lips and slid between her legs, his tongue still resembled the one his dragon from possessed. Long, slick, slippery and talented. His tongue slid across her aching clit, flicking the sensitive tissue and slurping her sweet nectar. Her knees buckled and she tripped forward, her fingers digging into his shoulders to catch herself from falling. Eskil wrapped an arm around her thighs steadying her, his mouth clamped between her legs while he continued to tease her.
She cried out again, the sound followed by a lustful moan when he tongue pushed its way into her sex: into the tight tunnel that was not used to this sort of attention. She felt his tongue twirl in circles inside her, pushing deeper into her until he would feel resistance. His tongue thrust in and out, teasing the lips around her entrance then her clit again. Her fingers dug even deeper into his shoulders, her nails clawing at his skin through his cotton shirt.
For a moment his tongue left her aching sex, only to return with his fingers that slipped inside her and viciously rammed in and out of her while his tongue twirled around her hardened nub. His fingers twisted about, finding her sensitive spot that resulted in her gasping for air. He found that spot and stayed on it, his fingers and tongue taking turns to thrust against the bundle of nerves that formed that delicious ache. She was gasping with each breath, moans of pleasure escaping her parted lips. Her back arched when Eskil pinched her hard clit between his teeth, followed by a gentle caress of his tongue. He pinched again, followed by another too slow lick.
His fingers curled inside her, thrusting and battling her tight entrance that was constricting around his fingers. Libelle’s cries could not be contained any longer when he went after her sex like a starving beast, savoring the sweet taste of her juices that leaked from between her thighs. She cried out his name over and over again, her head rolling back with a lusty moan when his tongue delved back inside her and his fingers returned to her exhausted clit.
Her buckled knees were trying to clench together when her hands tangled into his messy hair, one hand wrapping around the point of his scaly textured horn. The pleasure was too great, she felt like she was going to explode. Her heart was pounding, and her pulse was thro
bbing through her neck. Eskil was going to take her life, she would surely die right here. Another cry escaped her lips, it was all too strange. The sensations he was giving her, the pleasure and the feeling of being needed: it was overwhelming. He was showing her just how desperately he needed her, how much he wanted her.
She couldn't imagine Eskil doing this just to torment her, he was too prideful. An act such as this, he would not be proud of; he would not do something like this and then boast about it to the world. Perhaps he wanted to shame her, despite what reactions he would receive from his kin.
Libelle, the only slayer in history to be defiled by a dragon. She thought to herself, trying to find focus on the situation: trying to find a way to escape from it. Escaping proved difficult however as she unintentionally bucked her hips against his tongue, her body craving more while her mind wanted to flee in terror.
She felt her sex spasm, the wet tunnel tightening around Eskil’s fingers with a delicious sensation. Her belly felt full, like her entrance might explode. The feeling was both wonderful and terrifying, exciting and foreign. She couldn’t help herself when she moaned, her eyes hooded and seductive when she looked down at Eskil who was still watching her.
“Eskil, please.” She whimpered out, the sound quiet but lovely to his ears.
Eskil stopped everything he was doing and Libelle cried out again, this time a protest to his actions. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, just below her trembling cheeks. He lifted her, sliding across the ground on his knees carrying her into the grassy patch where they originally sat. He moved through the crumpled strands, further into the taller blades until they were concealed behind a thick wall of waving green blades. The moon was high above them, full and large it filled up the night sky with glorious light. Stars were beaming brightly, and the lunar lights were magnificent this time of year as the colors danced through the night sky.