by Celia Kyle
“Hmmm…”
Her legs parted slightly and he risked much by easing closer, taking whatever room she would give him. She shuddered when he growled and he waited to see if she would object and demand his retreat. But she did not and he thanked Syh for small favors. Delaney simply sighed once more, closed her eyes, and allowed her knees to ease even further apart.
With the shift of her body, came a wave of her teasing scent, a sweet and smoky musk that called to his dragon’s soul. It beckoned him forward, urging him to take more from the female—his female. The Knowing fed him a hint of information about human females. A single word had his cock hardening in less than a heartbeat.
Desire.
He smelled the scent of his mate’s desire. His mouth watered as thoughts of her taste flitted through his mind. He’d seen vids of human men sampling their females. Placing their mouths on that secret part of their mates until the female screamed with pleasure. His cock pulsed and the desire to do such a thing to Delaney nearly overwhelmed him.
But he could not. Not when they were so newly introduced. Not when he’d been the reason she’d laid in medical for so long.
Yet his own desire—dragon’s cravings—rode him hard. It did not care that she’d only newly awoken from a long sleep. That she was bearing. That she’d recently learned of Ballakin, the meaning behind her dreams and nightmares, and that Zadri had been the one to destroy her first mate. The Knowing remained foreign to her. It had not yet filled her mind with things she needed to know.
The fiery part of him pressed against his skin, pushing for freedom, demanding control of his body. His gums burned with the dragon’s fangs while his skin stung as scales appeared.
He was weak and let his mouth drift over her cloth-covered stomach, murmuring and trilling the dragon’s song. He used it to soothe the dragonlet, but also to please himself like a selfish bezor—a beast that destroyed all and did as it pleased. He believed the closest animal on Earth was called a hon-ee badj-er.
Zadri would stop if she demanded it. He would. But she had not.
Yet.
Small fingers sifted through his hair, the delicate touch drawing his attention, and he lifted his gaze to her. Need filled her features, arousal lingered in her eyes, and his heartbeat leapt into a rapid pace. Did she truly want him as he wanted her?
He prayed to the skies she did. Even if she would not allow him to claim her fully, the opportunity to pleasure her was enough. It would have to be.
“My Delaney?” He murmured the words, lips pressed to the lower curve of her belly, making sure the deepness of his voice vibrated through her.
Her scent deepened, her pussy growing slick with her need. At least, that was how the Knowing explained the changes she experienced. Delaney would become wet, body preparing for his possession. He would lap at her juices, but he would not slide into her waiting warmth.
He was not that dishonorable despite his current actions.
She shuddered in response to his mumblings, her eyelids fluttering closed while a whimper escaped her throat. “Zadri.”
“What do you wish?” He knew what he wished, but he was not sure whether enjoying his mate in such a way would harm her or the dragonlet. As if the Knowing wanted to push their mating forward, it fed him more knowledge about human females and pregnancy. Including the fact that many bearing women enjoyed sexual attentions from their mates. Fully joining or simply exploring until release, they welcomed the passion.
So he let himself dip further south until her scent filled his nose and pulsed through him with every breath. He opened his mouth slightly, letting his dragon’s senses have free reign, and he tasted the air. Salty with an edge of something that was simply Delaney. A naturalness that tempted him more than anything in his long life.
Utter perfection and his. His. A child of Syh with a mate meant only for him. Or was she? She’d been connected to Ballakin and—and it was a question for later. At a time when her body didn’t so obviously crave his touch.
“Tell me, my Delaney,” his dragon’s voice made the words more growl than speech and her body responded by releasing more of that temptation.
She opened her eyes, passion filling every inch of her expression. “I…” she licked her lips, plump bits of flesh glistening, and he ached to taste her there once more as well. Their kiss had been all too brief and he found himself aching to explore all of her.
“Delaney?” he rasped, the sound garbled by the press of his dragon’s fangs. The beast wanted—craved—and did not understand that they had to move slowly.
“I need.”
Or perhaps not that slowly.
Need wasn’t even strong enough to describe the unending waves of longing that plagued Delaney. Her nipples formed tight, hard peaks within her medical-issued bra, breasts heavy and desperate to be kissed, caressed, sucked. She shuddered, imagining Zadri’s mouth on her bare skin or using those dragon fangs on one of the firm nubs.
No, need definitely wasn’t strong enough.
Zadri exhaled, warm air bathing the juncture of her thighs, and her pussy clenched in response. Her sheath tightened, empty and wanting—craving—Zadri’s possession. He blew another gust of heat over her feminine mound and she whimpered, parting her legs for him even more—as far as she could.
He changed position, easing south until his lips rested just above her cloth-covered mound. He murmured against her sensitive flesh, the words hardly discernable amid his growls. “My Delaney.” He nuzzled her, nose teasing the very top of her slit. “Smells so good.”
He was so close to her clit, so near that bundle of nerves that could make her—very easily at that moment—come and cry out with pleasure. She wanted to do that. Was desperate to embrace her ultimate bliss at the hands of her mate.
“Please,” she whispered in response, not too proud to beg for what she desired.
Zadri growled low, the rolling sound seeming to wrap around her clit and rub the tiny nub with invisible fingers. She arched her back and gasped, moving against his barely there connection as she sought a firmer touch.
“Need more,” he snarled, teeth latching onto her thin pants and tugging roughly. “Need skin.”
His speech continued to deteriorate, turning from understandable words to grunts and growls, but she knew what he desired—her, naked before him. And she… She was enjoying him nibbling on her labia through her pants, teeth pinching and gently pulling. What would it feel like to have nothing between them?
Heaven.
Strong hands gripped her just beneath her knees and he repositioned her legs. He lifted one to rest over his shoulder, the other pressed wide. Then he was back again, tormenting that pleasure-filled place.
Delaney reached down, searching out his hair, wanting to run her fingers through the strands as he pleasured her. But… she couldn’t get around her belly. She couldn’t see past her belly either. She could only sit back and feel.
But… She whined. Not in pleasure, but annoyance, and Zadri was already so in tune with her that he stopped and lifted his head. He rose until their eyes met across her stomach.
“My Delaney?”
“I can’t see.” And yes, she might have poked her lip out just a little.
“See?” He tilted his head, the color of his eyes flickering and changing colors the longer he stared at her.
The dragon—his dragon—was very near the surface, those reptilian eyes taking a peek now and then. A small smirk tilted his lips and then he was stroking her once more. His hands caressed her body, starting at her knees and traveling northward. His thumbs dipped to her inner thighs, rubbing small circles as he continued along that path. When he reached the curve where her legs met her hips, he taunted her. He caressed her labia, giving her gentle brushes with his talented digits.
“What is it you wish to see, my Delaney?” His irises were no longer round, and when he licked his lips, she could have sworn his teeth were a hint pointier than before.
What did she want to see
? Him on his knees, that tongue lapping at her pussy, those alien eyes locked on hers.
“You.” She licked her lips as well, mouth dry, and she mentally rejoiced in the new, sensual heat that filled his gaze. “You between my legs—tasting me.”
One thumb shifted position, rubbing her pussy in tiny circles, tormenting her. “You want to watch me pleasure you.”
A statement, not a question, but she nodded anyway.
Zadri raised his voice. “Ship, reflective vid, ceiling, ninety degrees.”
“Subjects?” An electronic voice came from nowhere and everywhere.
“Delaney joi Zadri Cole and Zadri joi Delaney Cole.” He pressed hard against her clit, sending a spark of lightning up her spine.
“Confirmed.” The ship spoke again, but Delaney was too distracted by the sight above her. The vid of the two of them now filled the ceiling.
Zadri followed her line of sight, their stares meeting within the reflection. “Now you shall watch as I feast.”
Delaney’s breath caught, heartbeat stuttering for a moment at the sensual promise in his gaze. The reflection let her see more of him, let her watch as his wings twitched and the peach hue of his scales slithered over his shoulders. It allowed her to see the large bulge that strained against the front of his pants. He was aroused by this—by her—even though she was heavy with child.
Zadri wanted her.
“Yes,” she mouthed the word. “Please yes.”
He rolled his shoulders, wings spreading and revealing more of the deep peach hue of his inner dragon. Then he lowered himself once more, positioning his head between her spread legs.
Anticipation thrummed in her veins, body frozen in place as she waited for him. He scraped his nails down her fabric-clad thighs, giving her a hint of pain along with the pleasure she craved.
“Are you fond of these coverings?” He flexed his fingers, curling his hands into fists, and when he relaxed she noticed a darkness that tipped each digit. Nails.
Claws.
Was she fond of these coverings? She didn’t love them so much she wanted to pass up having her clothes ripped off.
“No.”
His gaze flicked to her, that sexy smirk in place once more. “Good.”
As the word left his lips, the sound of cloth tearing filled the room. There was a slight tug on her body and then cool air bathed her heated flesh. Inch by inch, she was exposed to him, and she wondered if he liked what he saw.
The Knowing went ahead and told her. Informed her of the ways to tell if a Preor male was aroused. The wings. The scales. The presence of his dragon. The hardness of his cock.
Yes, he definitely liked what he saw.
“I shall taste you now, my Delaney.” The rolling growl slid over her skin, stroking her with its invisible hands. “And you shall watch.”
She hoped he didn’t want a response because he wasn’t going to get one. Not when his fingers touched her bare flesh. Or when he leaned down and blew a warm puff of air across her curls. And definitely not when he rubbed his cheek over her mound and breathed deeply, humming in pleasure with her scent.
“So sweet. You smell so sweet and I want to eat you, my Delaney. All of you until you beg me to cease.” He hadn’t even truly touched her and already she was about to shatter into a million pieces. He licked a slow path along her slit, tracing the seam with the tip of his pointed tongue. “Do you like that, my mate?”
Delaney groaned and then moaned when he repeated the action, a slow, torturous glide along her glistening flesh. And she watched him do it all. Watched that nubile tongue dart out to lick her. Watched the way he shuddered when he swallowed. Watched the way his hair fell in a dark curtain when he took their passion a step further.
His tongue slithered out, pointed tip delving between her lower lips, and sought out her clit. He flicked the nub with rapid twitches, teasing the bundle of nerves with a speedy flutter.
Delaney arched into his attentions, tilting her hips and fighting to expose herself even more. She wanted him to go further, give her what her body needed to find that overwhelming pleasure.
Zadri took advantage of her every movement, tongue working her pink flesh, yanking moans and groans from her chest while he toyed with her. She whimpered and whined, and all the while she watched what he did to her body.
His hands weren’t idle, palms sliding over her flesh, nails gently scraping and fingers exploring her body. No part of her went untouched—her breasts, the curve of her belly and the fullness of her ass were all subject to his explorations. And his tongue never quit.
Round and round and round with another flick, twitch, and flutter. The pleasure surrounded her, suffused her with each breath that heaved in and out of her lungs. It stretched its invisible tendrils to sink into every inch of muscle and bone. She pulsed with the ecstasy of his attentions, her heartbeat spurring her bliss.
Then… it got so much better.
Zadri eased back and she released a whine at the loss, the building pleasure lowering to a rapid simmer. But only for a moment.
One of his free hands came into sight, one finger gently caressing her pussy in long, slow strokes. Up and then down, pausing to circle her clit before returning to his languorous attentions. Her rise to release eased, holding steady while she waited for what was to come. There had to be more.
Seconds ticked past, a handful? A hundred? She had no idea. She merely knew she let herself get lost in the pleasure he created, drifted in that hazy place that was clouded in bliss. A simmering bliss that soon became a tumbling, rolling boil.
Without a word, he slipped two fingers inside her pussy, digits stretching her entrance while he sank deep.
“Fuck, Zadri,” she hissed with the stinging stretch and moaned with the ecstasy that immediately followed.
“Not yet, my Delaney,” he murmured, his head lowering once more. “Not yet.”
Zadri returned to his delicious labors, fingers sliding in and out of her pussy while… She gasped and groaned… While he wrapped his lips around her clit and gently suckled the bundle of nerves. He timed the soft sucking with the thrust and retreat of his fingers, drawing her pleasure forward once more.
Her nipples pebbled and hardened and she couldn’t help but cup her breasts. She kneaded the plump mounds, plucking and pinching the firm bits of flesh. Those movements added to the pleasure Zadri gave her, nudging her closer and closer to the edge.
The precipice drew near, that razor-thin line between emptiness and unimaginable pleasure just within sight. And her mate seemed to recognize how close she eased to that ecstasy. He increased his pace, curling his fingers in just the right way to…
“Zadri!” She couldn’t sit still any longer. No hint of control remained, her body needing what only he could give.
She rode his hand, taking from him while he continued to lick and taste her wet pussy. And she was so wet for him, so desperate and needy to be taken—possessed—by this alien male.
Her orgasm built deep inside her, gathering as a little ball that grew with each new breath and beat of her heart. The more he gave, the more she took, and the greater her joy became. It slunk through her blood, stretching and increasing to fill every inch of her.
Delaney panted and moaned, begging for more, needing just a little nudge to push her screaming over the edge into ecstasy.
“Please, please, please…” She wasn’t opposed to begging. Not when the result could be so delicious.
He went faster, thrusts deepening while he added more sensation to her clit. Sensation that made her very, very happy she’d ended up with an alien mate.
Zadri growled—low and long and deep—and it seemed like he never needed to breathe because it just continued. Like a vibrator right against her clit, he gave her something no man ever could.
The circles and spirals of pleasure twisted and turned inside her, skating along her nerves, flicking each one and bringing them to life. Every single one shoved her to that thin edge, the brink of release,
and she held her breath, waiting for her mate to push her over.
Please, please, please… She was right there. Right there.
And…
And he scraped a fang on her clit, yanking a scream from her throat as the bubble of ecstasy popped with that single action. She shouted his name, the syllables bouncing off the metal walls while she cried out. Her pussy convulsed around his fingers, milking his digits with random ripples. Her muscles were no longer her own to control, arms and legs twitching and spasming as the pleasure consumed her entirely.
She trembled and moaned, her call trailing off as the ultimate bliss stole the breath from her lungs. She felt as if she was aflame, burning from the bliss of his touch, his overwhelming attentions, and presence.
Zadri gradually slowed his pace, the thrust and retreat easing until it was no more than lazy caresses while he lifted his mouth from her well-loved pussy.
Their eyes met in the reflective vid once more, dragon-yellow with her human hazel. He licked his lips, pointed tongue lapping at the juices that glistened on his mouth. When he gathered the last drop, he released a deep moan, eyes practically rolling back into his head.
“Delicious, my Delaney.” He pressed his fingers deep, sliding them over sensitized flesh and the touch wavered between pleasure and pain. “Now let us see if you can scream my name once more.”
6
Delaney knew the Preors had an enhanced sense of smell, their dual natures giving them the ability to scent things beyond a human’s perception. She wondered if, after three water showers, Healing Master Whelon could detect Zadri’s aroma on her.
All over her.
But not inside her. Not in that way. He’d pleasured her with his mouth and then pulled away, unfulfilled. Part of her was glad for his withdrawal. Not because she didn’t want him, but because she did. She did and that scared the hell out of her.
They’d just met and yet… she’d laid bare for him, spread out like a nearly nude offering. But instead of taking, he’d given her pleasure and snatched none for himself. As if he read a part of her mind she hadn’t even recognized.