by Celia Kyle
He gave her another teasing kiss, another flick of his tongue followed by a stinging nibble. It drew a whimper from her throat, a soft sound of need that drifted on the cool air. Instead of giving her more, he kept them at a simmer, his hands tormenting her body while his mouth… his mouth stoked her cravings.
He rested a hand on her hip, squeezing her flesh. His palm slid around to her lower back before lowering to the curve of her ass. He kneaded the plump flesh, squeezing and caressing her, and the movements went straight to her center. Her pussy clenched, tightening and begging to be stretched and filled by him.
She wanted to be possessed by him.
His fingers skimmed the crease between her ass cheeks, fabric blunting his touch, but a shudder of pleasure slid through her regardless. His hand was so close to her forbidden entrance, his teasing touch enough to arouse her but not give her what she craved most—release.
Carla whined against his lips, releasing the sound with a soft exhale while she wiggled her hips and shifted forward. She wanted more of him there—everywhere.
She cursed her decision to put on clothes, hating that the fabric separated their bodies. She wanted to feel him wholly, completely. No barriers, no words, just the slide of skin on skin.
And she’d have it, dammit. Soon if she got her way.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, please, please.”
She’d say it as many times as needed if it got her what she wanted—him.
“What do you desire, shaa kouva?” His voice was a rough scratch through the air, the low growling tones from his dragon tingeing every word. Both halves of him were present and asserting themselves and that… spurred her arousal to rise even higher.
She liked that forceful, animalistic part of him just as much as she reveled in his soft touches.
Carla had only one answer to his question. “You. Need you.”
He gripped both her hips, easily lifting her and then settling her astride him. Her pussy nestled against his thick cock, the firm length flush with where she craved him most.
He cupped her ass then, squeezing the mounds, and then encouraged her to rock her hips. “Is this what you desire, shaa kouva?”
He rolled his own hips, countering the movements he forced and she released a deep moan. “Yes.”
So much yes.
He curled his fingers and a sharp sting joined the pleasure that filled her, adding to the increasing ecstasy in her veins. She knew the source of those pricks, recognized the feel of her mate’s claws sliding free of his fingertips. And then he’d…
Rendan scraped at the cloth of her pants, shredding the thin cotton in one, smooth pull. The fabric parted with ease, the room’s air bathing her heated skin and her skin pebbled with the rush of coolness. God, how she wanted. And now she was bare for him, easily accessible by his tormenting fingers.
“Here, my mate?” His touch ghosted along her cleft and she trembled, wanting him there yet not. Not when she was so desperate to have him in her pussy.
She buried her face against his neck, clutching him while she relaxed more fully onto his lap. She straddled his thighs, rocking her hips so his hard cock caressed her slit through fabric and katoth. He shifted his grip, reached around and beneath her, easing close to her back entrance but moving on. He rubbed a fingertip over her taint, teasing that small spot of flesh before he reached where she ached the most.
He slipped the tip of his finger inside her, teasing the opening. She clutched his shoulders, digging her small nails into his bare flesh. “Rendan.”
He chuckled—the bastard—but thankfully didn’t stop. “You are hot and wet for me, shaa kouva.” His free hand tightened on her hip. “Only me,” he snarled the words.
“Always. Only.” She tipped her hips and wiggled, trying to find a way to take him inside her. She needed more than the shallow penetration and barely-there caress. She needed to be taken—needed to be fucked.
Hard.
Rendan grasped her top, fingers wrapping around the neck, and he tugged it down until one breast was exposed. He cupped it, cradling the weight in his hand, and then rubbed his thumb across the tip. She stared down at him, chest heaving and needy mewls escaping her lips, while he bent and captured the nub in his mouth.
He nibbled and sucked, dragonish eyes on hers while he pleasured her more and more. She became nothing more than a ball of sensation, a rolling wave of need and want. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Could only ride his teasing penetration and arch her back in a silent demand that he take in more of her breast.
She sifted her fingers through his hair, the strands like silk against her hands, and fisted the soft tresses. “Need more.” Rendan gave it. He sucked harder and pushed his finger into her core, his palm flat against her ass. “Rendan!” But that wasn’t all. His teeth… fuck he pricked her nipple with his fang, a rough spear of pain zipping through her with the tiny cut. “Fuck!”
She shuddered, body no longer her own. She was owned by Rendan—completely.
Rendan released her breast with a soft pop and blew a puff of cool air across the red, hard nub. A bead of blood escaped the small scrape he’d given her, and his tongue darted out to capture the droplet. His eyes flashed reptilian for a moment, the dragon inside him asserting itself, and her breath caught in her chest.
The dragon enjoyed the flavors of her blood. How did she feel about that? She—
He withdrew his finger, damp digit trailing along her crease, painting her in the proof of her arousal. Yes, she was soaking wet and so very ready to be claimed.
“You are beautiful in your need.” The rumble was more dragon than man, eyes flashing with his inner beast once again. “You are mine.” He curled his lip, fang exposed. “I will kill any who dare try to take what is mine.”
The nails on his fingers grew, some piercing her flesh, and she should have pushed him away. She wasn’t normally a pain girl, but Rendan’s dragon… It was a statement of possessiveness and domination and it so made her want to come.
“Yes,” she hissed out the word, the s trailing softly. “Yours.”
Dark dragon eyes bled yellow, his scaly half out in full force. “Always.”
“Always.” He shoved two fingers into her pussy, stretching her with the sudden penetration, and she shouted the word again. “Always!”
Rendan grunted, that deliriously pleasure-inducing touch vanishing once more. She found herself lifted from his lap and then laid on a hard, unforgiving surface. She swore the clank of metal striking metal and the splash of liquid came at some point during that repositioning, but she’d worry about that later. Right then, she had an aroused Preor warrior staring down at her. Two halves of his violent whole were looking at her as if he was thirsty and she was the only water for miles.
“I must see all of you, shaa kouva.” He flexed his hands, fingers curling into tight fists, before relaxing them once more. Those midnight nails gleamed in the room’s soft light. Deadly, yet with her, gentle. “I must.”
Carla pushed herself upright, ignoring the confused and then disappointed expression on her mate’s face. She reached for his hands and encouraged him to place them on her body, to grasp the neck of her shirt. “Then strip me, shaa kouvi. Reveal your prize.”
His prize. Words that were a throwback to centuries upon centuries ago when the warriors would battle for a willing female and then—
The rending of cloth and tug on her body brought her attention back to Rendan. She watched him as he revealed every inch of her, her top not much of a barrier for a warrior and her half-shredded pants seeming to simply disintegrate.
“My prize,” he whispered with a rough edge to his voice. “I see my prize.” His eyes stroked her as if they were invisible hands. He paused on her breasts, hungry stare flaring brighter for a moment. “I welcome my prize.” Then he continued down her body, zeroing in on her pussy. “I claim my prize.”
Carla leaned back onto—she flicked a glance at the hard surface beneath her—the dinin
g table. Resting her weight on one elbow, she teased her breasts with her free hand. She circled the hard nubs, toying with the firm tips before venturing farther south. She caressed the curve of her stomach, pussy heating the closer she got to her destination. She paused just when she got to her closely cropped curls, toying with the very top of her slit with a single finger.
Rendan’s eyes no longer wavered between male and dragon, but sank into the reptilian shape and remained there.
Her next words—the end of their faux ceremony—came out as a husky whisper. “The prize welcomes the victor.”
Those talon-tipped fingers went to his katoth pants, tearing at the lacings until the strong hide was nothing more than scraps that fell to the ground. Then he was there, the blunt head of his bare cock sliding along her wet slit, taunting her with what was to come.
He gently thrust against her, shaft gliding along her heated flesh, nudging her clit with the tip of his length. She jerked and twitched with each glance, a jolt of pleasure zipping through her each time. The taunting stoked her desire, pushing her craving higher and higher.
“Shaa kouvi…”
Rendan grunted and pushed her thighs farther apart, exposing her inner sexlips, and then… Then he was there, blunt head snug against her center and he pushed into her in one, fluid thrust. He shoved deep and hard, stretching and filling her, consuming her with his possession until their hips met.
“Mine.” He bared his fangs, gaze daring her to argue.
She never would. “Yours.”
He stroked her outer thighs, hands gliding from hips to knees. He lifted her legs, encouraging her to wrap them around his waist, and she enjoyed the feel of her mate firmly between her legs. That was when he shifted his hold once more, gripping her hips and—
He withdrew and slammed forward, her breasts bouncing with the fierceness of the thrust. His grasp kept her from moving, held her steady while he fucked her in long, deep strokes. He slipped in and out of her wet sheathe, his dick caressing her inner nerves with each thrust and retreat. She moaned and groaned with every movement, his pubis rubbing against her clit and simply adding to the bliss she experienced.
Carla cupped her breasts, plucking and teasing her nipples while Rendan pleasured her pussy. She kneaded the mounds, adding to the growing ball of joy that bubbled and grew inside her. Her nerves were aflame, burning with the inexplicable pleasure caused by Rendan’s passion.
It was fierce, it was rough, it was an animalistic mating of two bodies. The lewd sounds of their sex—the slap of their bodies meeting—battled their moans and groans that filled the room. She let herself get lost in the sensations—the sounds—of their lovemaking. She drifted on the unending waves of pleasure, reveling in each and every one.
But she needed more. Needed an extra push or pull or… something.
She released one breast and slid her hand between her thighs, finger searching out the small bundle of nerves that would make her scream with joy.
Only to have Rendan snarl at her. “Mine.” He narrowed his eyes. “My pussy.”
Carla shook, ecstasy skating down her spine and spreading out to fill her. It doubled when he pushed her hand aside and replaced her finger with one of his own. The soft pad of his thumb circled her clit, teasing and arousing the nub.
“Yours,” she gasped the single word, arching her back and looking for more from her mate. He circled and tapped, cock steadily working in and out while he lured her orgasm closer.
She let him do as he wished, allowing herself to get swept up in the passionate waves of his attentions. He caressed and scraped her clit, alternating between seductive touches and pain-edged caresses. She was torn between begging and crying, his taunting making her balance on the edge of agony and ecstasy.
One of his hands moved, going from gripping her hip to her shoulder in an effort to keep her from sliding off the table. His nails scraped her flesh, adding to the pleasure that burbled inside her.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He grunted and chanted the word. She wasn’t sure if it was to reassure himself or remind her. Regardless, she loved hearing him claim her.
“Yours.” She tightened her legs, squeezing him, needing just a little more…
Pleasure consumed her body, sinking into her flesh, sliding deep into her bones. Her pussy clenched around him, adopting a rhythm that seemed to match Rendan’s. Still his finger toyed with her clit, the provoking attentions adding to the joy building inside her.
He lengthened his strokes, each thrust harder than the last, slamming into her pussy with a ferocity she embraced. He tipped his hips just so, his cock stroking her inner walls in a way that had her growling out her mate’s name. “Rendan.”
And he kept doing it. He kept the angle the same, rough pounding of her cunt ongoing while those dragon eyes remained locked on her.
“You will come for me, shaa kouva.” The words were followed by a hiss and that sound alone shoved her toward the edge of release.
Each flex of muscle, each caress, nudged her nearer. Her body edged closer to that invisible line that separated pleasure from unending bliss. His pace never faltered, flex of muscles continuing until his body glistened with a soft sheen of sweat.
And she took it all. She gathered every snippet of pleasure, every morsel his fucking gave her, and hoarded it for herself. She wanted to wait, wanting to let the orgasm build and build until…
“You shall come for me.”
Until he shouted at her. Until he demanded she come and the increasing bubble popped with the last straining sounds of his yell. She arched and gasped, body tightening and every muscle flexing as the first overwhelming wave crested. She jerked and trembled, no longer able to control her arms and legs. The bliss snatched every ounce of control and she was lost to the pleasure Rendan gave her.
The joy stretched and filled every inch of her body, slinking into every cell and pummeling her with a release that seemed to roll on and on. She cried and sobbed, wanting more while trying to push him away. The pleasure danced over the edge toward pain, her clit oversensitive, but then he’d stroke her just right… And she’d be on the rise toward release once more.
“Rendan, Rendan, Rendan…” She sobbed and whined, begging for… something.
He thrust harder… once, twice, three times, and then he froze, his thick cock deep in her pussy, their hips flush. His dick twitched within her sheath, followed by a warm rush of liquid—his cum. He found his release inside her, evidence of his pleasure now coating her inner walls.
She was his and he was hers, their scents mixing and mingling.
They both still gasped and fought for air, limp and sated with small trembles of residual bliss zipping through their bodies. Rendan leaned forward, his chest to hers, and rested his head on her shoulder.
“Shaa kouva.” That was all. Two Preor words that meant so much more than “my beloved.”
So very, very much more.
“Shaa kouvi.”
18
Carla woke sleepy and sated, comfy in her warm bed and aching in all the best places. She stretched and moaned, wiggling deeper beneath the blanket and making her own little cocoon. She reached to her right, searching for the warm body that should be beside her and found nothing.
Sleepy, sated, and alone.
She tugged the covers down and opened her eyes, quickly slamming them closed when the sun’s bright rays seared her irises. Ugh. Way too early. Way too bright.
Way too alone.
She bunched the fabric enough to expose one ear to the room and listened for any sounds in the condo. The murmur of deep voices drifted to her and she adjusted the cloth to reveal one eye. She glared at the closed door, cursing it for muffling the conversation outside the room. Rendan and someone—two someones—were chatting in the main area of the apartment.
Ugh. If she wanted to find out who was in the condo—and why—she’d actually have to get out of bed. She pulled the comforter back over her face, letting the warmth welcome her once mo
re. The wiggle and glide of cloth on her skin revealed something else.
She’d have to get out of bed and get dressed if she decided to discover who was in her—their—home. Yeah, theirs. She and Rendan still had a lot to figure out, but they would—together.
With a groan, she rolled toward the edge of the mattress, rolling again when she hadn’t quite reached the end of the soft surface. One more had her falling completely off and thumping to the soft ground. At least she’d demanded thick carpeting around the bed.
She froze in place, wondering if the males outside the bedroom would come and investigate, but their conversation didn’t end. In fact, Rendan’s voice seemed to grow louder.
Well, at least falling woke her up more.
Carla shoved the blanket off and pushed to her feet, ready-ish to face the day. She dug through the nearby closet, hunting for something comfy to wear out of the room. More than one place on her body was a little raw and she wanted something loose and soft. Her pink bits hadn’t gotten that much action in… forever.
She tugged on a flowing top and baggy pants, not bothering with a bra or panties. Whoever was out there could see the girls hanging low for all she cared. Her nips were sore, man.
She padded to the bedroom’s doorway, the panel sliding aside at her approach, and shuffled into the condo’s central area. She paused just before moving into the living area, gaze encompassing the room in a quick sweep. Three men—male warriors—sat at the dining table, a mug of…
No.
No.
Her nose had to be mistaken, but the rich, dark scent of coffee teased her senses.
She recognized all three males—her mate, Taulan, and Zadri—but she only had eyes for their mugs.
“Is that coffee?” she croaked, voice still rough with sleep.
Rendan nodded. “Taulan indicated his Lana enjoyed the liquid.” He wrinkled his nose. “I believe he brought us poison. He assures me he did not.”
Sure she listened to his words, but… coffee. She went to her mate, not stopping until she stood at his side. Rendan slipped an arm around her waist, hand stroking her hip.