by Celia Kyle
When he removed her pants, more of her scent filled his nose, bathing him in the delicious temptation of her aroma. His mouth watered. Oh, how he wished to taste her for hours, but his dragon roared its objection. It wanted to claim her fully—now.
Zadri stroked his wred, gaze locked on her wet thasiq. He licked his lips, remembering her smoky sweetness. Next time. Next time she would come on his tongue. For now…
“Are you prepared for me, Delaney?” Smoke escaped his nose with those few words, but he did not care. Let her see his dragon’s breath—let her know the type of male she mated.
She widened her legs even further, one of those delicate hands reaching around her belly to stroke the top of her glistening slit. “Please.” She dipped between her sex lips, caressing her pinkness. “Please.”
Then… then she circled the small nubbin he now knew was called a clit. Human females found pleasure when stroked there and the possessive, dominate part of his being roared its objection. If she found pleasure, it would be at his hand. He wanted to be everything for his mate—the one who could provide all to her.
He brushed aside her hand and replaced it with his own, fingers caressing her wet flesh. He found her clit with ease, memories of her wet heat surging forward.
He circled that soft ridge, reveling in the flushness in her cheeks. “Mine.” Delaney whimpered and moaned, hips twitching with his caress. “Your pleasure is mine, Delaney joi Zadri Cole.”
She nodded and trembled, eyes filling with passionate need. “Yes.”
He should have been placated with her agreement, but he was not. He needed more. So he let his finger wander, let his touch drift south until he found her very center. Carefully—slowly—he slipped his finger into her waiting sheath. Her inner walls teased his digit, rippling around his invasion and he could not wait until his cock was inside that part of her. “Every part of you is mine.”
Delaney gasped and arched her back, hips rolling as she attempted to take him deeper. She tightened around him, squeezing hard, and he imagined what it would feel like to replace his finger with his cock.
He could no longer wait to find out. Not when her pleading eyes met his.
“Do you wish to be mine, Delaney? Do you wish to be claimed?” He would be an honorable male and cease if that was what she wished. Somehow.
“Yes,” she gasped and her pussy milked his finger once more. “Please.”
Thank the skies because he could not figure out how to stop himself.
He pulled his finger free of her wetness and brought it to his lips. He would have one taste before he claimed her fully. Just one… He lapped at his finger, the flavors of her cream exploding across his tongue, and he decided that was not enough. He licked his digit clean, sucking the length quickly until he’d gathered every morsel.
“Do you know how delicious you are, my mate?” He leaned over her, his cock nestling against her heated wetness. “I could live off your flavors until I take my final flight.” He rolled his hips. “I could survive on nothing but your taste alone.” He repeated the motion, pushing back the need to come. “I could—“
Delaney moved against him, meeting his motions with those of her own, and he sucked in a harsh breath. The delicious sensation robbed him of speech and he froze in place while he fought for control. She stole the very thoughts from his mind with her caress.
“Delaney.” He would never get tired of saying her name.
“Zadri.” She answered his rough tone with one of her own.
“Are you prepared to become mine, my mate? I will not be able to stop once—“
“Yes.” There was no hesitation in her voice. Simply pure desire.
It was enough for Zadri and his dragon’s mind.
Their eyes not straying from each other, he reached down and gripped his cock, positioning the tip at her opening. He eased forward, teasing them both with a shallow penetration. Her pussy kissed the head of his dick, taunting and begging him to sink deep within her sheath.
A desire he could no longer overcome. He held her hip steady and stared down at his mate, watched her every expression as he possessed her completely. He pushed forward gently, inching into her tight warmth, gradually stretching her pussy as he sank deeper and deeper. She rippled around him, sheath caressing and stroking his full length.
And his mate was so tight, so snug and pleasure-inducing that he thought he’d perish with the bliss she gave him. He eased out and thrust forward once more, carefully withdrawing and sliding into her with gentle movements. He did not wish to harm his mate with his attentions so he went slow—
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, tightening until she yanked him forward. He groaned while she gasped, her pussy enveloping him completely—deliciously. She squeezed his cock, milking him in tight ripples of pleasure, and he shuddered with the sensations.
Delaney moaned his name, a low grunt and whine immediately following. “Please.” She wiggled and pulled him even tighter, her gaze intent on his. “Please.”
Zadri could not deny his mate all she desired. Not when he ached for the experience just as much.
“Anything.” He growled the word, baring his teeth at her when she didn’t immediately release his hips. He tensed and pulled against her restraining hold until she let him go, allowing him to withdraw. As quickly as he left her, he thrust home once more, shaking them both with the fierceness of his movement. “Everything.”
He would give her all of him. Now. Tomorrow. Forever.
Zadri worked to sate her need and his own. He slid in and out of his mate’s silken wetness with a determined pace. Her moist center stroked his cock, teasing him with gentle ripples and tight squeezes—feelings that drove him mad with each passing second. He maintained a tormenting rhythm, the in and out coming in time with her every breath. He drove their pleasure higher, embracing their passion with open arms and spread wings.
He ground his hips against her intimate center, rubbing her hidden clit with each thrust, attempting to give her even more pleasure. He wanted her crying with the ecstasy of their passion, pleading for more and more until she was fully sated. Which was why he also tipped his hips the slightest bit, searching for that one spot he’d read about in the databanks.
And then... small nails dug into his shoulders while a scream left his mate’s lips. “Zadri!”
He found her G-spot and smiled to himself. Many human males could not discover that hidden place, but he—a Preor warrior—had. Now he would maintain the position until they both reached the greatest heights.
He thrust in and out of her, his pace even and tormenting. The wet slap of their bodies joined the sounds of their harsh breathing and low groans of ecstasy. He drove them on, their bliss rising higher and higher with every shift of muscle and beat of his heart. The pleasure coursed through his veins, stroking his nerves and sinking into his very bones. Each breath brought him the scent of their sex, the proof of their mating filling the air that surrounded them. He’d never scented anything so wondrous in all his years.
And they were not yet done.
He gripped Delaney’s hip, encouraging her to move with him, to take what she desired from his body—to use him as she saw fit. He would gladly be used by his mate, give her pleasure while he took his own. His own…
His balls drew up tightly against his body, wred prepared to release proof of his need deep into her waiting pussy. He was not sure how much longer he could resist. Not when the walls of her pussy rippled and tightened, stroking his cock from root to tip with his every movement. He thrust and retreated, giving and taking and then giving her more. But he was unsure when he would only be able to take and finally fall over the edge.
Soon if she did not…
“Zadri,” she moaned and squeezed his waist with her knees. “Soon.”
“Yes,” he hissed the word, his dragon’s voice taking over, and his mate trembled and groaned with the sound. Her pussy squeezed him even tighter and he realized she enjoyed his
bestial sound. His dragon roared in response, thrilled that their mate embraced both halves of them.
Then there was no more talking. Only moans and growls filled the air, their passionate sounds overwhelming all else within the quiet aerie. His movements transformed from steady and firm to hurried. He pounded in and out of her waiting pussy, her wetness embracing him and driving his need even higher.
Sweat soaked his back and coated his temple as he pushed them closer to release. His balls were snug against his body, throbbing in time with his heart, and his cock twitched and jerked within his mate. His muscles tensed, body prepared to give her every part of him—coat her with his very essence. He would… He thrust hard, shaking them both. He would… he retreated and then shoved his dick back into her. He would… He did it again, slamming in and out until she sobbed his name.
Then he kept going. In and out and in and out… He panted and growled, watching his mate’s face, waiting for the moment when…
“Zadri!” She screamed and scraped her nails down his arms, pain adding to the coming ecstasy. She trembled, motions no longer fluid, but random and twitchy, and he knew she’d reached her peak.
And he embraced his own. He… he fucked his mate, hard and deep until he could think of nothing but coming inside her. He wanted to coat her with his scent, fill her with his cum. His hips moved of their own volition, his body taking what he needed most. The pleasure rose, surging within his flesh until he felt he’d burst and then finally…
He moved faster and faster, grunting and growling, baring his teeth as the dragon shoved forward. Finally…
Finally, he fell over the edge. He tumbled from the precipice and felt as if he’d been launched into the winds of Preor. The pleasure overwhelmed him, snatching away any hint of control that remained. His cock twitched and pulsed, filling his mate as he’d always wished. He sensed his cum flowing from the tip of his dick, coating her inner walls with his essence. He’d done it. He’d claimed her. She scented as his now.
He jerked, pressing harder against her hips.
His.
He twitched once more, muscles no longer his own.
His.
His cock flexed, last droplets of cum leaking from his length.
Eternally his.
He breathed deeply, savoring the flavors of their combined scent, the proof of their mating and confirmation that they’d both enjoyed their passion fully.
His.
Zadri slumped, careful to keep his weight off his mate, but unable to maintain his position. He lowered, forehead pressed to Delaney’s, and breathed in her scent—their scent—once more. Their combined flavors called to his inner beast and his cock stirred, prepared to pleasure her once more.
Delaney sighed and blinked her eyes slowly, satisfaction evident in her expression. Yes, he’d pleasured his mate fully. Just as he had taken as much ecstasy from their joining.
Joining. They were truly joined now. Their bodies shared and ultimate heights reached at once. They had melded and now there was no separating them. Ever. Delaney was his even if he had not claimed her verbally. He would say those special words… at the right time.
“Zadri,” she murmured and wiggled beneath him, the small shift of her hips causing his dick to pulse.
By the skies, he wanted to make love to her again at that moment. In the open air of the aerie, winds caressing skin while their passionate cries filled the large room. But he could not. Not when her eyes drowsily closed and opened even slower. He had exhausted her with his need and now she must rest.
But perhaps first… a kiss.
Zadri tipped his chin down and lapped at her mouth, tasting them both on her lips. His mate opened for him and he delved into the moist cavern, exploring her as if it was the first kiss and not the millionth. He stroked her tongue, showing her without words what he wished to do once more.
He hardened, body responding to his mate’s simmering desire, and he flexed his hips. Perhaps he could pleasure her—them both—once more.
Sweat coated his flesh, muscles trembling with exertion, and yet a new strength filled him—fueled by his soul-deep need for Delaney.
He withdrew slightly and then pressed forward, the movement gentle. This was not the furious joining of before, but a lovemaking to bring them closer.
Delaney’s breath caught, a quick inhale that was immediately followed by a deep moan. She once more rolled her hips, rocking to meet his thrusts. Those small nails dug into his skin, pricking his flesh, and he hoped she scarred him further. To bear the marks of his mate… he could not think of anything that would make him happier.
She scratched and scraped him, driving his need for her even higher, and he battled to keep his passion under control. She was bearing his offspring. He could not ravage her as he desired. At least, not again. He could not bend her over a bench and…
Her inner walls tightened around his cock, milking him with their velvety wetness, and he groaned into her mouth. Pleasure could not describe the way Delaney made him feel. Ever.
His mate panted into his mouth, soft puffs of air sending her breaths into him. And he took each one, would gladly take everything from her. He would—
Zadri was not sure which event caused him to curse—the battle alarm, a fierce tightening of Delaney’s pussy, or the deep furrows his mate scratched into his shoulder.
“Gorsch.” He froze in place, needing a moment to calm his racing heart before he forced himself to withdraw from his mate. He breathed deeply through his mouth, not wanting to scent their passion in the air.
Delaney whimpered and tugged on him, attempting to pull him closer, but he resisted. They could not indulge. Not while the ship’s alarm continued to slice through the air.
“My Delaney,” he murmured and eased away from her, not stopping until he was on his knees between her thighs. He stared down at where they joined, his cock deep inside her pussy, and he wished he could remain within her forever.
But the call to battle stations continued. He could not.
She lifted her legs, thighs wrapping around his waist, but he pushed them away. “No, my Delaney, I cannot.”
When she poked out her plump lower lip, flushed bit of flesh quivering, his strength nearly broke. He was not sure the command deck would need him. Perhaps another could…
“Defense Master Zadri sen Syh report to the command deck.” The digital voice overrode the sirens for a moment and he cursed once again. “Gorsch.”
He had no choice but to leave her.
Zadri slowly withdrew, fighting to ignore the disappointed expression on his mate’s face. “I am needed, shaa kouva,” he would not swallow the words down as he had so often before. “I cannot.”
His statement did not stop her from tempting him. She tightened her sheath, squeezing him with her inner muscles and he nearly allowed himself to be lost to the pleasure.
“Please…” she pleaded, tugging at his soul with her need-filled voice, and he forced himself to retreat.
He pulled away, his hard cock slipping from her moist heat, and rolled to his feet. If he remained so close to her pussy, he would ignore his duties and make love to her again. But he was needed. He had to remember he was needed.
“Defense Master Zadri sen…”
He truly needed to update the logs. Though that thought passed and was immediately followed by his snarling mate. “Zadri joi Delaney Cole!”
Zadri grinned, relishing the sound of his new name on his mate’s lips. It was its own method of claiming, of confirming they were joined. He reached down and grasped his mate’s hands, tugging her to her feet and not stopping until their bodies were aligned.
He captured her mouth in a fierce, quick kiss, tongue diving into her mouth for one last taste before he had to depart. “I must report to the command deck, shaa kouva.” He would never tire of those words. “Remain here. I will have a warrior sent to escort you to our rooms.”
“I can walk. I…”
He cupped her stomach, rubbing sma
ll circles on the large mound. “I do not want to risk any harm coming to our dragonlet, shaa kouva. Please.” Delaney snapped her mouth closed and gave him a slow nod. “Good.” Another kiss. Simply because he could not leave her without another. “Put your clothes back on and then wait for a warrior. I will see you in our rooms once this issue is resolved.”
“Is… Is something wrong?”
Zadri grunted. “Taulan mentioned running drills for the warriors. I am sure this is simply a practice exercise. Though it could have come at another time.” He kissed her nose, hating that he had to leave her. “I will hurry.”
Yes, he would hurry to the command deck. Hurry to kill Taulan for interrupting his time with Delaney. Then hurry to their rooms so he could get back inside Delaney.
13
Delaney traced her lips with her fingers, rubbing the pads back and forth and remembering the feel of Zadri’s kiss. He’d only just passed through the airlock from the aerie and back into the main corridors of the ship, leaving her alone in the space. It was peaceful—serene—despite the chaos that existed right outside the door.
Muffled shouts and the clang of metal on metal reached her, the sounds of the warriors going through whatever drill the war master had devised. The longer she stood there—the more she heard—the happier she was to have an escort. Yes, she could walk on her own, but when what seemed like the fiftieth warrior stomped by at a brisk pace, she figured a warrior at her side was a good idea.
Holding her shoes in one hand, she padded across the grass, enjoying the feel of nature beneath her feet. Her toes sank into the thick blades, the soft earth cradling her soles. She breathed deeply and held the air in her lungs for a moment before releasing it with a deep sigh. Clean and fresh. Something she hadn’t experienced on Earth in a long time. Sure, the Ujal had cleaned up the planet’s pollution, but the air always seemed not quite right. But this… was glorious.