Tropical Dragons Series Box Set: Venys Needs Men: Books 1-3 with Exclusive Short Story

by Lucas, Naomi

  I’m stuck, and he’s mating me, putting all of himself inside me. It seems obvious, but he’s not rutting like a human. He mates like a rabid dragon, filling me so fully with his seed, mounting so deeply and firmly that there’s nothing I can do but take it.

  “Relax, human,” he tells me when I don’t think I can take it anymore. “I am almost done,” he warns.

  Almost? I arch up and twist, shaking, seeking relief and… almost? He grunts and moves, watching me powerless against him, knowing it’s consuming me. Squinting, I find his pleasure in my consumption. He’s relishing it.

  I deserve it, suffering it—him—his words come back to me. A scream builds in my throat.

  Kaos jerks back, and the pressure bursts with him.

  Crying again with pleasure, the terrible pressure vanishes. His seed pours from my sex as dots scurry across my vision. I barely hear his laugh as he thrusts back into me, forcing my cries louder.

  He bites down on my neck.

  Bliss strikes me again, and I’m clenching hard around him. He groans against my neck and slams into me, shoving my hips into the air. He lets go of my hands and bands his arms around me, pulling me to his chest, lifting me up as he stands.

  He walks backward into the pool, rutting up into me the whole time. My feet and lower legs dip into the water as I cling to him.

  A position I’ve never even dreamed of.

  I’m shunted into the air, rocking back onto him, riding a dragon. Another burst of hot seed fills me, and he grows wilder, moving my body this way and that.

  Another animalistic roar fills my ears, and we fall into the water.

  Time passes as he holds me against his chest, his large hands petting my back and hair, still seated inside me. Neither of us speak. There are no words. Cool water takes away the burn but not his heat. Snuggling into him, I let myself trust that he’ll protect us.

  His body is big, his presence is intimidating, and I can’t even wrap my fingers around his wrist. I’ve never met a male like him, and being so close to him, having had him inside me, really hits home.

  With my palms on his chest, I thread his long hair between my fingers. Even his hair is different from any I’ve ever seen. It falls down his back, past his butt, clinging to him like vines. It’s silky, and it’s never tangled.

  The scales on his joints catch my gaze as they glisten a brilliant emerald and jade. They move with him, curving and bending like armored jewels all his own.

  And his wing-like appendages along his arms… They’re velvety and thicker than they look. Their endpoints are sharp like cartilage, no sharper than his small nails.

  I wonder what he thinks of me.

  Our breathing evens out, and the noises of the jungle return.

  “What now?” I ask, listening to his drumming heart under my ear.

  Kaos stirs, his back to the waterfall edge, and grazes his nails over the back of my neck. “I protect and provide for you while you raise my young.”

  Stiffening, my eyes pop open. “Young?”

  “I am an alpha. My seed is strong, and I gave you all of it. If it has not planted in your womb already, it will soon. Young are guaranteed when mating with me.”

  A stab of jealousy hits me, cutting through my surprise. “You’ve mated before?” I ask.

  “I have not.”

  Oh… Pleasure fills me.

  But his body goes rigid. “Is that a problem?” he asks.

  “No, I’m happy. I don’t like knowing there’s another female—femdragon—who’ve you touched.” I choose to tell him the truth.

  He lets out a raspy laugh I feel through my whole body. “Dragons don’t mate bond.”

  “I don’t care,” I grumble.

  “Would you fight a femdragon for me if I had?” He’s teasing me.

  “Yes,” snapping back at him.

  More laughter sounds, and my eyes narrow. He continues, “The only femdragon you may have to face is the one looking for me.”

  Silence settles between us. The femdragon was all but gone from my thoughts but now she’s there again, like a shadow hanging over us. “I haven’t heard her,” I realize out loud. “Not for a while. Could she be gone?” I’m hoping she’s gone. Then nothing would stand in our way… Except for my tribe. I won’t dwell on that thought, not now, and rub my cheek over Kaos’s chest.

  He’s still inside me. And my body no longer hurts from his girth. It’s as if I’ve expanded to accommodate him.

  “She will only leave if another alpha dragon comes forward or if her heat becomes too much to bear and she allows a lesser dragon to mate her. She does not know that I am human now, only that my pheromones linger. She will eventually stop hunting me, but until then, we must keep away from her. Fortunately, I know another alpha is rising near here. It will not be much longer before he calls out to her, and to me, in challenge.”

  I tense. “Another dragon?”

  “Do not worry. He will go to her, she will go to him, and they will leave us be. Once he smells her pheromones, once he is within the comet’s rays, he will think of nothing else but the pain in his shaft.”

  “Oh…”

  I’ve never encountered a dragon before Kaos, let alone a lesser or an alpha. And to find out there were at least two so close to my tribe disturbs me.

  If it weren’t for Kaos and the dragon skeleton we slept in the first night, I would have thought all dragons were the same: equally terrifying, large, and rare. An occurrence only brought on by the stirring of the red comet…

  Alpha dragon… Alpha seed. Dropping my hand from where it rests on his chest, I curve it over my belly, remembering what Aida told me of the huntress and her dragon. “Will you know if I’m with young?” Hope and awe whisper through me, and I’m almost too afraid to ask.

  He places one hand between us, slipping it under mine and pressing it to my belly. “If you are, I will know soon. Very soon.” His voice is rough.

  Looking up at him. “How?”

  “Dragons sense one another.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  I lick my lips. “And if I’m not?”

  Kaos’s eyes flash, shifting from green to black again in an instant. “I will fill you with my seed again and again until you are,” his voice deepens.

  I swallow, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. “What if I want you to fill me again anyway?”

  He stiffens and sits up straighter, his hands falling to cup my hips. Moving to face him, straddling his muscled thighs, I wiggle and clamp around his thick prick, showing him how eager I am for more.

  His black eyes narrow, edging his jaw and cheekbones into points, arching his brows. “Humans mate for fun?”

  “They mate all the time—if they have a mate,” I add, trying to keep from smiling slyly. His fingers bite my skin. “You are a human now, and we’re bonded. In my tribe, a bonding ceremony lasts for months, and a female takes her mate every night—even encouraged to take her mate every day—to ensure a healthy match.”

  A small trail of steam slips out from his parted, panting lips. His chest presses to mine. “I will not be taken. I will take you.” I feel his prick jerking in me. “Your touch has done enough.”

  Gripping his shoulders, I bounce once on him. “Are you sure?”

  His growl fills my ears.

  Clamping around his girth, I rasp, “Let me please you. Like I’ve been instructed to.”

  This time, he doesn’t stop me when I rise up and thrust back down. He doesn’t stop me again when I do it several more times. And with his wicked gaze boring his ferocity straight into my soul, I show him how a future matriarch takes her mate.

  16

  The Second Night

  Nuzzling under Kaos’s arm, we’ve long since exhausted ourselves. Evening has come, and we still haven’t moved.

  His chest pushes and recedes against my back where we lie by the basin; he’s sleeping deeply. I don’t know if he slept at all the night before or how taxing the transforma
tion was for him. With my hand curled around my makeshift spear in front of me, pleasure is all there is, knowing I can do this for him and that I can protect him also.

  Darkness is soon to fall. I glance now and then to the sky visible between the canopy—where the bluish-red sky has long since turned to a deep purple, deepening still—all the while listening for any telltale signs of predators or an approaching femdragon. We bathed our bodies and washed his seed away multiple times—after each rutting—to hide our scent.

  Now it’s been hours since I’ve heard anything but Kaos’s groans, the croaking of frogs, and the trickling water. Hoping the femdragon has moved on, I take my cue from Kaos’s relaxed form, though my ears still prick with every sound. Being so high up on the slopes helps, I realize. We don’t have to worry about crocodiles here, at least.

  Our second night together. It feels like we’ve known each other forever. I can’t remember what it was like not being bonded to him, not feeling this warmth and contentment, not having his body so close to mine.

  I was cold. Lonely. Wishful. Before this. I’d long since given up having a mate myself, focusing on my baby brother Leith instead, ensuring he would make a great and worthy male to another someday. Pride fills me, knowing he will be just that. And though there is still sadness lingering for Aida, having lost her hope of a mate so abruptly, I remember Kaos mentioning another dragon nearby…

  Maybe Aida isn’t as lost as I thought I would be. If I know her at all, she’s already seeking a dragon of her own.

  Kaos’s chest bumps my back several more times, and pushing back against him further, I relish his warmth in the coming night chill.

  Then my stomach growls, and he stiffens.

  Suddenly, I’m on my back and he’s above me, pinning me with his eyes.

  “Hunger,” I remind him.

  A low noise answers me. His teeth flash. My legs spread for him in answer. My core flutters. The pain of his initial penetration has long ago vanished, soothed by his seed.

  “Or a baby dragon,” he rumbles, rising up to stare at my belly. He pushes his face right up to me.

  Shivering, my hand slides over my belly. “A human,” I whisper. “We will have a human, and they do not growl in the womb as far as I know. It’s only hunger…” Though saying it makes me wistful. I want more than anything for it to be a baby, even a dragon baby, something of both of us growing in my belly, making noise. “It’s just hunger.”

  Rising up on my elbows, his eyes snap back to mine. “Should I seed you again?” His voice is deep and sly.

  “Aren’t you hungry?”

  “Yes,” he says, his voice lower still. A rush of warmth courses through me.

  My stomach growls again. My face flushes. “We should eat. I haven’t seen you eat once since…”

  “Since you first saw me?”

  “Y-yes.”

  Kaos rises off me, pulling the sack of food toward us from where it rests at our side. He pulls out two fruits and hands one to me. Even in the waning light, I can tell they’re bruised. But food is food and should never be wasted unless rotten or diseased.

  He watches as I bring the fruit to my mouth and bite in, moaning as juices sluice over my tongue. Lifting my hand to my chin, I catch a couple drops. His gaze follows it.

  He groans. “I am very hungry.”

  An embarrassed sound escapes me as he leans forward and licks my chin. “What are you doing!?”

  “Eating.”

  For the next few minutes, we share the fruit. When I bite, he bites the same fruit, his face directly before mine. It’s so intimate I don’t know what else to do but finish quickly. His tongue slides out between swallows and licks my face, cleans the juice off of me, before another bite is taken.

  Never have I ever shared food like this with anyone. Nor have I seen anyone, not even the merfolk eat so closely. Sensations run through my body, and his mossy scent returns to my nostrils. Sharing food with Kaos is making me wet. When we’re done with the first, he puts the other fruit to my lips and we start anew. But this time, his hand presses against my throat, caressing it each time I swallow.

  “Mine,” he rasps. “I will fill you with food as I have filled you with my seed.”

  Licking my lips, all I can do is nod. After throwing aside the second fruit core, all that’s left between us is a hand’s width of space.

  Is this what it’s like having a male? Is this what it’s like mating? It can’t be so. I’ve never seen the males act like Kaos does. His mouth moves closer to mine…

  Please kiss me. I suck in a breath. Please.

  But he stops his lips a hairsbreadth from me, his hot breaths fan my mouth. My soul is ready, my body willing, and all else fades from my mind.

  He jerks back, his stare grows angry. He’s on his feet with my spear in his grip, glaring down at me with fury, as if I brought this all on myself.

  “We will sleep here tonight,” he snaps. “Do not leave this spot. I am going to scout the area.” I watch as he turns away, only for him to jerk back, slapping me with his gaze. “And bathe again. Your scent is everywhere.” He’s off the side, out of sight the next instant.

  Moments pass before I’m able to move, shocked by his reaction. Fisting my hands at my sides, snapping my mouth closed, I finally shake the lust from my body, returning to my senses. Hurt crowds my heart as I crawl to the pool, slowly slipping in.

  He still hates me.

  Will it ever stop?

  I wish more than anything now that there was something I could do to make him forgive me. Dumb, weak tears flood my eyes. Dipping beneath the water, I wipe my face clean before he comes back and notices them—smells them. He smells everything else, why not tears?

  Scrubbing my skin clean again, washing the arousal away from between my thighs, I vow to make it up to Kaos. I can’t give him back his power or his immortality, but I can give him all of me. Wiping my palm over my belly, I can give him young. They’ll be my children too.

  And if young are all I get back from him, I will be content. My heart hurts. I’ll never ask for anything more.

  A short time later, I’m lying back in the grass, curling my limbs inwardly to keep warm, hating how much I miss him already.

  We are bonded now, you and I, for as long as we both live. Do you realize what that means?

  Our bodies have woven us together, irreversibly. There is no escape!

  Sleep finally comes when his words finally, painfully hit home.

  17

  Kaos’s Obsession

  Watching her bathe, I yearn to go to her. I watch her face fall with emotions I barely understand though I feel them too, deep inside. She rubs her hands all over her lithe human body, evoking so many things in me that I nearly rush to her anyway to replace her hands with mine, all while hiding in the bushes a short distance away.

  Moving is easier after a long day trekking through the horrid terrain of the jungle. The noises from this damp forest hide most of my movements, and I wait for Issa to dip under the water before getting closer, knowing she is listening.

  She never lets her guard down. It irks me as much as it fills me with pride. She can survive this dangerous world and all it can throw at her. She survived me. But at the same time, I am furious she has had to. I should be protecting her, shielding her, taking care of her.

  The wings on my arms straighten and quiver.

  Anger for the loss of my dragonhood returns.

  If I were as mighty as I was, nothing would dare approach her. She would be the most protected female in all the worlds.

  It took me sharing food with her to realize I no longer hate her. It is agony in its own right. I now understand everything I lack. I will never be able to blast fire at her enemies, never cut them in two with my talons.

  She will carry all my young—more than just one dragonling, I realize, but many—and I no longer have a tail to curl around them or a wing large enough to protect them from storms.

  What I do not know is her males,
my opponents.

  What the males of her kind have to offer. And it worries me more with each passing hour.

  If her males could raise young and keep such a delicate species like humanity from going extinct, then I have much to fight for. My instincts urge me to kill any that might take her from me… but their ways… will they best me?

  Issa is mine! An angry growl tears from my throat. I will do what I must to keep her.

  She is bonded to me! Me! My muscles tense, readying for battle. I am still strong, far stronger than her—she is tiny in my embrace and weighs nothing. I can defeat her male suitors. It is just a matter of when.

  She rises from the pool and dons her shell-sewn netting and hide armor—water trickles down her flesh, sparkling red. Darkness has completely fallen but the glow of the comet illuminates her skin. My fingers curl and nails dig into my palms as I watch her thread her own through her long blonde hair, untangling it, only to braid it shortly after.

  Issa glances around—for me. I stiffen, quieting my panting until she lowers her gaze.

  Who knew humans could be so enticing? So beautiful? I have never felt attraction in my long life, never mated with another, though knowing how. How can an ancient creature like me not? I have seen countless animals mate and reproduce, countless young beasts roam my part of the jungle, knowing someday I would have one myself… though never considering when.

  But the way humans mate confounds me. Mating happens all the time between humans, and Issa has shown me as such in the past hours alone. Her words excite me, especially within this new body of mine, feeling so much more than I ever did as a dragon.

  She sat above me, riding me, her soft skin wet, her cheeks pink, bouncing and moaning all the while—taking control. Devastating me for any other, breaking my mind. Having been hard since awakening, I am harder now, needing her tight sheath to strangle my prick again.

  No wonder humans survive, I’m snickering to myself while watching my mate’s breaths deepen, her body going lax. With bodies made for pleasure—and survival, intelligence—they have much to live for.