by Lucas, Naomi
I squeeze around him as he forces me to stretch, to accommodate him. He’s huge—I saw him, he’s so much bigger than my opening—but I know he’ll fit.
He has to fit. How could we mate otherwise?
But as he nudges farther into me, taking up all my space and more, a new cry tears from my throat, this one from pain.
Will he fit?
A deep rumbling groan fills my ears, and Drazak’s arm wraps around my middle. I bow as his prick claims a bit more and his arm bands hard, keeping me in place. My fingers curl, my nails scrape dirt, and then they bite into my palms.
I’m about to shout for him to stop—when he thrusts hard.
Stars fill my vision, and my body tenses.
Mated. Ripped. Banded. Claimed. Words flutter through my head. I squeeze around him and I wince, dropping my brow to the backs of my hands.
Is it supposed to be this painful?
Drazak hasn’t moved, but his body is as tense as mine.
“Glorious,” he breathes.
His body shakes.
Glorious? I squeeze my eyes shut harder.
“Milaye, you feel—” he groans the words “—I do not have the word for it. Glorious. My little mate is heavenly. Skies!”
My mouth puckers as beads of sweat form to wet the backs of my hands. I wouldn’t call this glorious, but each passing second is better than the one before. The tight pain eases.
“You’re inside me,” I whisper dumbly, now feeling the sensation behind the pain. I’m staring at nothing, my mind whirling.
“Oh yes, human, I am. I will be inside you always.”
Pleasure surges at his claim, and my vision focuses. I arch my back. ‘Inside you always.’ I mouth the words, tasting their heady threat with each syllable.
His shaft slips out, and I could scream from its loss, the words already forgotten. Drazak growls and thrusts back in, shunting my hips forward. His legs slap mine.
I shriek, stunned. Scales poke the backs of my thighs.
“I will rut you now,” he warns. He pulls out and thrusts again without giving me a moment to adjust.
“Yes,” I gasp, feeling the rise of my hysterical need. His body pulls away, his hands grip my hips, and I glance behind me when he pulls out and plunges back into me.
Yes.
He does it again, hard and powerful. “Human!” he roars. It echoes.
“More,” I plead, exhaling during his next surge. This time I nearly flatten to the floor before he rises back up, taking my hips with him. My core takes him eagerly, despite the ache of the stretch. “More,” I say again, when he pulls back out to topple me over again.
I brace, but even so, I’m not ready. He spears me hard, like he’s trying to drive the entirety of himself into me. He doesn’t lift me from the floor this time. I wait for him to pull my hips back up but instead he shunts against me, sliding his hips from side to side, and rising up on his arms. My mouth parts as he stretches me even further.
“I’m too small!” I cry when he grinds his hips into circles. Every inch of his prick caresses my core, and there’s this spot… “Drazak!” Something inside of me, the spot where he rubs, it threatens to burst.
He grunts and stops his grinding before it does. “You are not, female, you fit me tightly, perfectly. You were made for me.” He pulls out and plunges into me, emphasizing his assumption. But he stops sliding his cock back and forth. I inhale.
He must take that as acceptance because he begins to move again, and my body moves with him. Like a fiend, he picks up the pace, we’re no longer playing, he ruts me. My knees dig into the dirt. My head falls forward, unable to look back at him while we move this fast. I squeeze my eyes closed and grit my teeth each time he fills me.
I fit him after all. My body blazes with heat.
I’m plastered to the ground, and he’s above me like a storm. He covers my body entirely, even his tails capture my ankles. My ears fill with animalistic noises—his noises or my noises, I’m not sure. They don’t sound human, but dark and frightening. I stare at his clawed hand next to my face. There’s smoke. Dark wafts of smoke rising from his body. It’s making everything grow dark, eating up the firelight. It slides over and begins to stroke my skin.
I feel it enter between my legs, led into me through him, and I scream, thrashing the floor. My core tightens. It tightens so much that I hear him bellow out. He’s saying my name, and I think I’m screaming his. His rutting grows wilder. My legs are spread as wide as they can go.
Every nerve-ending ignites as my mind goes blank. Pulse after pulse of bliss envelop me, strangling me, and I’m writhing between Drazak and the floor. He fights me down, pins me, and an earthshaking roar fills my ears. Gushing heat erupts between us and he stills, trapping me completely. His mouth moves in my hair.
His tongue licks my wound. My bliss bursts again as his saliva touches my skin, as I feel him twitching within.
“Milaye,” he grunts.
I’m shaking, speared down, against him.
“Milaye, my little human, my fierce female mate,” he says.
My lips part but they close back up as another wave hits. More liquid fire slips between us. He grinds once more into me, and my core clamps even harder to keep him from moving.
Drazak rasps with a bout of soft laughter. “I am your alpha.” He laps the back of my head.
I don’t deny it. Why would I? We can both be alphas. Another shuddering, lighter orgasm courses through me. I’ll just keep that my little secret.
His hands slide over to cover the tops of mine. He shakes his hips slightly and I moan. I’m stretched to accommodate him now, and I can almost sense his satisfaction.
I huff out when he rises off me. “My human is speechless.”
His tails flip me over and he slides out of me. His shaft drops hard and thick onto my thigh. We’re wet and slippery, and already I miss him.
I don’t have to wait long.
He bends my knees up and kneels between them.
“I’m not speechless,” I say. Seed, so much of his seed pours out of me. I try to lower my legs. “I’m—” It’s hot and slimy, and is spreading everywhere, slicking my skin.
Drazak stops me from moving as if it’s no effort at all.
“I’m…” He’s staring at my sex. I bite down on my lip. “I’m just—” His eyes narrow, and he grips his shaft, holding both my ankles now with one hand. Determination and excitement etch his face.
He pushes his tip inside me. A gleeful, pubescent excitement, I realize.
“Speechless,” he finishes for me with a purr, forcing his prick all the way back in.
And for a long while, he convinces me he’s the only alpha in this mating.
And that he’s more than determined to always be inside me.
14
I’ll Never Leave
Drazak seeds me until I’ve grown too weary. I’ve let him have me completely. Afterward, he feeds me one of my rations and forces me to drink the last of our water. With my belly full—and my womb—I fall asleep with him inside me, only to wake up several times with a pump of his seed spurting, filling me up again.
It’s not until much later that I’m staring at what’s left of our fire that I realize I can see in the dark. That the light from the embers shouldn’t be enough to illuminate the cave for me. But illuminated in grays, dusky purples, and deep blues it is. The cave should be pitch black.
I blink several times, but the cave remains.
It’s an odd sort of vision, and my depth perception is still hazy. But it’s vision all the same.
I lift myself from where I’m gathered in the crook of Drazak’s arm to peer around. A pressure rises from my chest as my world opens up.
I’ve been in stifling darkness for so long, I forgot how large the world is. The shift had happened so slowly, it hadn’t even occurred to me it was an illusion. But I see, the cave isn’t nearly as big as I imagined.
Carefully, I untangle my legs from Drazak’s, and unh
ooking his tails from where they’re curled around my neck and thigh, I move away. His shaft slips out of me, but not before he cums once more with seed. I wince, hating the abrupt loss of him, but still myself, waiting to see if I’ve awakened him.
He needs sleep. I don’t recall him sleeping once in all this time. It’s always been me. I chew on my lip, trailing my eyes over his face. And just like that, I want him all over again. My cheeks blush as I contemplate climbing atop him.
But he grunts, settles his limbs, and continues to slumber.
I still consider mounting him…eyeing his prone cock, chewing on my lip with more force.
Milaye, let him sleep.
I sigh. I shouldn’t mount him again until I find a place where we could both bathe. The dirt from the cave, with our sweat and his seed, has dirtied us both—far more than I would like. I’ve always strived to be impeccably clean—the clean huntress leaves a scant trail.
I swipe at my skin. I find one of my hair-strings on the ground and, still awed I can even see it, tie my hair back.
There’s no pain. I gently press my fingers where my wound should be but discover it’s gone. My heart thrums from the gift, knowing it was Drazak’s saliva that healed me.
What would kissing him be like? We never stopped or slowed down enough to ease into rutting. Rubbing my cracked lips with my thumb, I debate stealing a kiss from him right now, but stop myself again.
Because today’s the day we both leave. I don’t know why I decide this, but I seize hold anyhow. There’s nothing holding us back. I find my clothes and finish dressing. Staying here any longer will serve no one. I glance around our haphazard camp.
My gaze goes back to Drazak—I can’t stop looking at him. Like if I were to stop, I’d wake up and discover this was all a dream. But he’s here in front of me now, male and wild, he’s intimidating, even in his sleep. If I was hunting him… I’d stay clear. His dragon form pops into my head, large and mesmerizing. No. I’d want to run away but would never succeed.
Perhaps that is what makes a predator different from an apex predator. Running versus knowing there’s no point in doing so.
I go to my scattered supplies and gather them into a pile, pushing the thought away. Drazak isn’t like the other two dragons I’ve met. There’s an uncivilized way about him.
Even so, I know my tribe will accept him. I don’t have to worry like Aida did. The tribe would accept any dragon male after the blessings Zaeyr and Kaos proved to be—they single-handedly stopped our imminent extinction.
My fingers pause, clutching a feather that had fallen from my shirt. Will Zaeyr accept Drazak? It was a question I’d never thought to consider.
Back when the comet shone, neither Zaeyr nor Kaos were keen on huntresses searching for others of their kind. Nor were they entirely keen of each other—each preferring their own territory. But they did get along, and when needed, would work together for the sake of all our people. Though at the end, they could always separate, returning to their respective clans.
Bonded with me, Drazak won’t have his own dragon man-free tribe to stake his claim. I look back at him, worry gnawing at me.
Zaeyr will accept him. He’ll have to.
Because if he doesn’t then I can’t stay… We’ll have to leave.
Venture into Venys… Into the unknown where my skills may not be enough against the beasts. I shiver. I’m not frightened of the world, but I never thought I’d ever leave my family, my sisters. And I would leave—I know it without a second thought. I place my hand on my belly. For Drazak, I’d follow him wherever he goes. For all the children we’ll someday have.
I drop my hand and wipe it on my dirty skirt, rising to my feet again. None of that matters if we don’t get out of this cave, and soon.
A distant scattering of rocks pricks my ears. I pivot in that direction. And I pause, startled, as the naga boy stares back at me from behind a boulder. He lingers by the ledge where the cave entrance is. Leaning down slowly, I grab my last ration, all the while keeping my eyes pinned on him.
I’d forgotten all about the naga.
I make my way toward him, holding the ration out before me. As I approach, his features come into view, and my throat tightens. He’s emaciated. Much more now than he was in the jungle. He really is alone. I don’t know why this bothers me as much as it does. He looks no older than Haime, and he’s starving. He could’ve attacked Drazak and I, stolen our food, eaten us too, but he didn’t. It bothers me a lot.
Almost upon him, I offer him the ration. He leans back as if to flee.
“Wait!”
But he pulls himself up the ledge and vanishes into the tunnels beyond.
“Waters,” I curse, knowing I can’t chase after him. Instead, when I reach the ledge, I place my ration upon it, along with the feather I’m still clutching to.
Hands grab my arms and spin me around. The next moment, I’m facing Drazak.
Nostrils flaring, he growls, “You left.”
I grow wet at the sound of his voice.
“The naga,” I say as if that answers everything.
“Him again? You are never allowed to leave me.”
“I didn’t leave.”
His hands tighten on my arms. “You can never leave me.”
“I would never,” I whisper, my brows furrowing.
“If you did leave, I would hunt you down, bind you with rope, and chain you to my side for all eternity.”
He’s desperate. Scared?
He’s afraid of being alone. He’s been alone for so long…
What would I do if I were alone for so long? I know I would go mad.
There’s a wildness in his eyes.
I reach up and cup his cheeks. “Drazak, I will never leave you,” I reassure him. It’s the truth. “And I’ll do the same to you if you ever left.”
He lowers his face to mine and traps me with his gaze. The strain in his jaw eases. “Make it an oath,” he demands.
“Never,” I swear. And right then I realize, he’ll never leave me either. Ever. I won’t be alone anymore, neither of us will. I’ll never be alone again. I’m now certain he would have chosen me over any other female in my tribe. I can see it in his eyes.
First the darkness lifted in the cave, now a burden rises from my chest. But as I study Drazak, I can tell he’ll need convincing every day, all the time, until the lonely cave disappears from his mind. We both will. I’m more than up for the task.
“Say it again,” he says.
“Bond or not, I’ll make sure you’re never alone again.” I lean up on my toes and steal my kiss.
My lips press against his as he begins to speak, cutting him short. Soft and swift, I lower to take in his reaction.
Drazak stares at me curiously, even surprised. It’s better than his fear. “What was that?” he asks.
“I kissed you,” I tell him. “It shows affection. It binds a promise.” I lick my lips. “It’s part of mating. Or so I’ve heard,” I add.
He pulls me up and presses his lips against mine. Hard. I groan from the pressure, and he loosens his hold. “Not so rough. Softer,” I explain.
This time when he lifts me to him, his mouth finds mine like a whisper. I purse my lips to feel his better, but then he pulls away, tickling me with the briefest touch. I groan again, grab his head, and yank him down. “Like this.”
My mouth finds his, and I suck in his lower lip, biting it teasingly. Drazak grunts into me, and our tongues meet when I slide mine across the crease to his mouth.
I taste his saliva and moan, dropping my weight to the wall. He gathers me against him and presses me back, trapping me there. Heat and bitter root flavors my mouth, sweetspice and dew. I grow dizzy, my head lightens. Sucking in his tongue, I swallow him down, needing him inside.
Like he promised he always would be.
His prick rises and hardens between us. My legs climb him to wrap around his waist. Something rubs my buttocks, his tails, only to pull my cheeks apart, opening me
as far as my female flesh will go. I think I hear my skirt rip.
He’s baring me, once again.
He’s baring me, and I love it.
His seed is still dripping out of me.
I’m too distracted to care, sucking and licking on his mouth. He grazes me back—and I clench, hard, growing wetter. The dig of his teeth… I need them everywhere. “Drazak,” I breathe his name and my head falls back. “I’ll never, ever leave you.”
His tongue slides up my cheek until his nose is pressed into my hair. His tails and his hands are pinning me, placing me exactly where he wants. And when his large purple-scaled shaft pushes into me hard, my nails dig into his scalp. Oh.
There’s no waiting for me to stretch for him this time. He pulls back and slams into me again. A long-winded scream tears from my throat, it’s punctuated from his impaling, forcing the sound high and then low. I lock my legs around him and hold on desperately as his thrusting grows wild.
He’s furious.
Each shunt teases my inner pleasure spot, each pound batters my nub. Nearly split in two, Drazak shows me how fiercely he’ll hold onto me, keeping me right where he likes me most—in his arms.
Mine snake around him, embracing him in return.
Sizzling with heat, my sex begging for release, I wiggle my hips to push my nub onto him, writhing as his prick plays me. Like the huntress I am, the one I must prove I am. I grasp him everywhere when my adrenaline rises, and when he is captured, I bite down on the crook of his neck, felling my prey. My sex clamps, and I scream into him.
Marking him. Mine.
His roars fill my ears. His seed fills me next. Our limbs lock, binding us, and together our bodies seize from the violent release.
His hot cum gushes out of me and down my legs as neither of us move, panting. All I can do is let him seed me. It’s all I want to do.
I inhale his scent like it’s my favorite meal.
And of course, my stomach growls.
Drazak lowers me to the ground, slipping out of me. I hate it. I hate it when his root leaves. I only ever want to be filled. I mumble, annoyed.
“You growled?” he asks, cupping my shoulders with his large hands and leaning me back.