He grinned. “Were you excused, too?”
“Until tomorrow.”
He kissed her and stepped away to wash. Arana ducked to rinse and pulled herself onto the ledge. As Drakon emerged, she saw his desire displayed. She wrapped a towel around her and pulled on her boots. “Race you to the tower.”
Drakon pounded after her. He caught her at the foot of the stairs. “You win.”
“Not yet.”
They reached the door of their chamber at the same time. Arana ducked inside and dropped her clothes on the floor. She kicked off her boots and let her towel fall on the floor. Drakon closed the door. His towel, clothes and boots joined hers.
Arana feasted her eyes on his muscular shoulders, flat abdomen and engorged phala. He pulled her into his arms. Their mouths joined, tongues flicked and explored. She wiggled closer and slid her arms around her neck. Desire bloomed and threatened to explode. “Drakon.”
“I know.” He lifted her and carried her to the bed. His hands skimmed over her breasts making them ache for his mouth and tongue. As though he read her thoughts he leaned forward and suckled. She couldn’t halt the cry that rose from her depths. “Fill me. Fill me.”
He knelt between her legs and slid home. A jolt rode her skin. She wrapped her legs around him and moved with his thrusts and retreats until she felt the burn leading to completion. When she felt the gush of his release she found her own. “I love you.”
“As I love you.” He rolled to his side. “Wonderful.”
She kissed him. “But not enough.
“Give me a bit of time.”
She carried his hand to her mouth and kissed his palm. “We have time for pleasure now.” Slowly she explored his face with her fingers and slid a hand over his chest. She lay beside him on her stomach,
Drakon traced circles on her back. She turned her head and met his mouth. Ripples of anticipation rose from his feathery touches. His mouth and tongue followed the trail of fire that reached her core.
With a sigh, she turned and pushed him back. She straddled his thighs. She ran her hands along his neck and across his shoulders. As she caressed his chest his nipples responded. She touched them with her lips and tongue. Her hands moved across his abdomen and his muscles tightened. His phala filled. When she took his organ in her hands she watched and marveled at the changes. He growled. Her caresses became more demanding. Her breath quickened. His scent eddied around her.
“Ride my dragon.” Drakon’s voice emerged low and husky.
Arana rose and positioned herself. She slid over the tip and withdrew. Again she slid over him, taking him deeper before withdrawing. He grasped her waist and the third time he held her so she couldn’t withdraw. He wet the fingers of one hand in his mouth and slid them over her pleasure node. As he increased the tempo of his strokes, Arana's body spasmed. Her muscles grasped his phala. She cried aloud. As he released his seed she collapsed on his chest.
He rolled so they were side to side. “I love you, my lord of High Peaks.”
Drakon nuzzled her neck. “You are my love and my land for now and forever.”
She yawned and snuggled against him. “Sleep well. When we wake we will love again.
*Did you make an egg?*
Arana laughed. *I don’t know.*
*Soon, I hope.*
*Good night, my friend. When the time is right I will know and so will you.” She pressed her lips to Drakon’s chest. “We must teach him not to listen all the time.”
“Let’s hope those green eggs are laid and hatch soon.”
“That should keep him too busy to pry.” She met his mouth in a kiss.
The End
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