Dragon Star

by Stephanie Burke

  “Zen,” she gasped, her hands running over his hair, his back, trying to touch any part of his body that she could. Sweat freely ran from her body, her heart pounded, her breathing was raspy and rough. Never had she ever felt so much pure pleasure. It bubbled up from deep in her stomach. It shot along her spine, tingling and burning; it made areas of her groin burn and itch in need. Her inner walls clenched around that soft thrusting tongue but it wasn’t enough! She needed more! She wanted something thicker, harder, filling her, touching those places that his tongue teased so easily. “Please?”

  Her head whipped from side to side as she arched closer, her hands gripping the back of his head, forcing him deeper into her.

  He lifted his head a bit, retracting his tongue as he let his nose nuzzle a spot that stole her breath and sent stars zinging across her eyes.

  “Your pleasure point is so swollen,” he breathed, moving up further to lick and lap at her clitoris. “Does it feel good?” he asked, staring up at her from between her splayed thighs.

  “Y—yes!” she managed. “Again! Do that again!”

  “As my mate wishes,” he purred and lowered his head to suck at her clit.

  She screamed then, screamed so loud that she awoke the two lovers resting nearby. They turned towards the noise and smiled, silently encouraging their third. It looked as if he was doing masterfully, leading his mate into pleasure.

  As for Zen, he was entranced with her reactions. She danced beneath him so sweetly, her body hungrily clasping at his. He closed his eyes and imagined her gyrations with him buried deep inside her tight, sweet heat. He had to have her. He couldn’t wait!

  Zen gave one last lick to her clit and rose above her, his face shiny with her dew, his eyes burning in their intensity. It was time.

  “Now,” he rasped, reaching down and caressing her engorged sex, “Now, with my shaft, I thee worship.”

  She panted, staring up at him in awe before she silently reached for him, accepting his claim, wanting him touching her again, giving her the joyous sensations that were driving her mad. There was something building inside of her, an ache that was the same yet different from the previous pain that had filled her. This hunger demanded that her mate fill her, service her, give her what her body craved. And she wanted it now.

  Without further ado, Zen covered his mate, his long hair falling freely around them, blocking the light, the flowing air, creating a dark passion scented world of their own. She shuddered as she strained to get closer. This was what she wanted, what she craved. And she was finally going to get it.

  Zen reached down and gripped her palm, running her smaller hand over his chest, around his pebbled nipples, down past the thin treasure trail that began beneath his navel and through the thin bush of hair that surrounded his straining cock.

  “You feel so good on me,” he shuddered at her touch. “I will endeavor to feel even better inside of you.”

  His free hand lifted one of her legs, resting the trembling limb high on his waist.

  Together, they stroked his prick feeling the copious amounts of his pre-ejaculate flow from his cock head, a sure sign of his intense desire and devotion.

  “To you, I offer my everything,” he breathed, licking at her lips, moving close enough to share breath as he moved into position.

  Together, they guided his throbbing cock to the portal of her body. He shuddered, feeling her scalding wetness flowing over his sensitive cock head. This was it, what he had been waiting for during all those months of searching. He was going to claim his mate.

  “Ahhh!” he hissed as he pushed forward and he felt her muscles part for him, open for him, invite him inside.

  She screamed, but not in pain. Unlike what the human women told her, the tales of pain and blood, there was nothing but pure unadulterated ecstasy.

  She felt her body open for him, felt his hard prick burn its way inside of her, completing her like nothing before.

  Her other leg quickly joined the first, wrapping around his waist, pulling him in deeper, holding onto him as if she would never let him go.

  Zen, for his part, was gasping for breath, trying not to lose it and explode inside this incredible heat. She was churning around him, her creamy wet walls gripping and clutching at his cock in hungry desperation. He had to move, had to pound into that heat, had to take it and make it his own.

  He pulled back, listening to her moan of disappointment, but licking assuredly at her neck, he adjusted his hips and slammed forward, piercing her again.

  “Zen!” she screamed, as this different angle seemed to cause him to strike several points deep within her. It left her seeing stars like his clitoral caress, only the pleasure was much more bone meltingly intense. She bucked up, wanting more of it right then and there. “Again!” she screamed, her hand flying to his back, her nails scratching at his skin. “Again!”

  Happily, Zen complied, grinding his hips deeply against her, massaging all her hot points with his cock before pulling out and slamming inside her again.

  “So perfect … so … mine,” he muttered as he began to move faster and faster, increasing the strength of each thrust.

  “I can’t!” she babbled, her legs tightening even more, her hips lifting with each thrust offering a deeper penetration. “I can’t … Oh Gods, something is happening!”

  “Let it!” he groaned feeling the tension mounting in his balls as they rhythmically slapped against her ass. He would not last much longer but he would see her pleasure before he spent. “Let it, my own,” he panted. “Cum with me!”

  She didn’t know what he was speaking about, but something inside her was building, that aching burn had become a raging inferno and each slam of that massive cock sent it flying higher.

  She couldn’t breathe! She couldn’t see! She couldn’t think! She just knew that she needed one last thrust, one last stoke and then…

  “Zen!” she wailed. Her body arching up and freezing in place as her inner muscles went wild. Her clit burned; those points deep inside her body exploded in sensation. Orgasm tore through her, stealing her ability to think, her breath, her very existence.

  “Mine!” he bellowed, almost as the same time. His balls slammed tight against the base of his cock as his shaft swelled harder than it had ever been. Her walls began strangling him, milking him, and he felt his control snap.

  He lowered his head to her neck as she threw back her head in ecstasy, and clamped his teeth into her sensitive flesh, marking her as his mate. “Your soul to mine!” he growled.

  She shrieked as another orgasmic rush flowed through her, nearly strangling his cock as she again exploded in erotic relief.

  Then he couldn’t think as a flash of white light stole his breath and his sight. He felt his seed explode from his body, a new experience as the wet scalding fluid escaped his body for the first time. Unlike the dry orgasms he had with his triad, this one was more intense, more perfect … just more. He moaned collapsing as his hips automatically and instinctively drove forward, ensuring that his hot gift was deposited as deep as it could go inside of his female.

  “We … we are one!” he managed as he lapped tenderly at her wounds, sealing them as a pale puff of smoke ran from his mouth, encircling them both before gently dissipating.

  “Your soul for mine.” He moaned again, tears running from his eyes as he collapsed to the side, careful not to crush his mate with his weight, even as he gathered the strength to pull himself closer to her.

  “My own,” he managed, his breath ragged as he held her tight, smiling as he saw she had fallen asleep quickly, entrusting him to guard her. “I will never let you go.”

  Chapter 8

  She awoke in the center of a pile of warm bodies and hair softly scented with the teasing smell of sex. And more importantly, the ache that had ridden her for the past few weeks was gone. In its place was the glowing warmth of acceptance and family.

  She felt … not complete, but nearly so. She now had a purpose. These were her men, and
she would see to it that they never regretted making her a part of this family, this Quad.

  She stretched a bit, ignoring the grumbled complaints from some of the bodies surrounding her, and opened her eyes. Here, she had a new family and had not even seen outside of this particular room!

  She turned, and then gasped as she met a pair of glowing red eyes.

  “Fa—father,” she whispered, amazed that the title felt so right coming from her lips.

  “I think, I have a name for you,” his voice was filled with ancient patience and understanding. “That is, if you will accept it.”

  “Anything is better than Shrill,” she chuckled, deciding that maybe she had earned the name yesterday, just a bit. But who could blame her? Yesterday had been rather … trying.

  “Star.”

  “Star, Father?”

  “Star, Mother,” he chuckled.

  “Mother?” she asked.

  “Is that not who you will be? Is it not you who will lead this Quad in my absence? And in the case of my destruction, is it not you who will hold them together?” he responded.

  “What?” she felt panic rising in her, but tamped it down as Kyo chuckled.

  “Mate and mother, you are the only female these mate-brothers will know. Any female children Zol has will follow in your example. You will add perspective and keep them from growing … too big in the head. You will teach them all gentleness and patience.”

  “All of that?” she breathed, suddenly realizing that this mate thing was more than just having great sex and producing … laying eggs.

  “But that is for another day,” he smiled in understanding. “But for now, I shall call you Star.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you make my secondary … glimmer and glow. You illuminate his world and are the thing he reaches out to, to admire and hold dear. Star is a perfect name for you.”

  “Star,” she breathed, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She had a name! She finally had a name and a place to belong.

  “My secondary is a troubled soul, Star,” Kyo sighed, looking sad as he spoke. “He is not the most beautiful example of the Dragonish male, but he is beautiful none the less. And his power…. he radiates it. Because of this, he was not treated well by others who were jealous of his abilities and his engaging personality. As a result, he seeks to hide a face that others claim is plain but I find irresistible.”

  “He is not plain,” the newly named Star argued. “I find him painfully exotic and enchanting.”

  “Then help me show him, Star,” Kyo urged. “Help me show him that he glows as brightly as the sun.”

  Nodding, Star tried to hold in a yawn as she smiled at the great Dragonish leader.

  “Sleep now, Star,” he purred, settling down again near the outside of the pile of bodies, ever protective even at rest. “Soon there will be another joining, and then the Fertility Rites, and then you meet the rest of the Dragonish.”

  “Yes,” Star snuggled deeper into Zen’s embrace. “The rest of the Dragonish … huh?”

  But Kyo was already asleep, as were Zen and Zol.

  “I have a lot to learn,” she breathed, sleep suddenly gone as she observed the men around her. “I have a lot to learn, and I have to learn it fast.”

  But for now she was warm and content, her aching back was better, and she had a new name and a devoted family.

  All in all, things were looking up.

  The End

  The following books are available by Stephanie Burke:

  Red Rose Publishing

  Her Dragon Series—

  Dragon Star available now

  Dragon Ware

  Dragon Clutch

  ELLORAS CAVE

  Reaver of Souls

  More Than Skin Deep

  Things That Go Bump In The Night III

  Threshold Volume 2

  Hidden Passions Volume 1

  Hidden Passion Volume 2

  Seascape

  Merlins Kiss

  The Slayer

  The Slayer 2 (coming soon)

  Lucavarious

  Lucavarion (coming soon)

  Wicked Wishes

  Keeper of the Flame

  Dangerous Heat

  Cold Burn (coming soon)

  Omnubius (coming soon)

  Blood Redemption (coming soon)

  Blue Balls (coming soon)

  Sword Play (coming soon)

  This Dragon’s Heart (coming soon)

  CHANGELING PRESS

  The Luminaries: A Man Called Lust

  Shelby’s Angels: When Irish Eyes are Dying

  Shelby’s Angels 2: Sometimes I’m Not

  Shelby’s Angels 3: Savage-The Cult of Delsin

  Welcome to Prefect City

  Sleeping Dragon

  Agency of Extraordinary Mates-Taboo

  Three the Hard Way

  Pink Award Winning Release!

  Rookery Cove: The Darkness

  Desire Island

  The 13th Floor Still Waters

  Space Opera

  LOOSE ID

  Liger

  Tigon

  Shadow Dancer-3rd in the Liger series.

  The Perfect Soldier (coming soon)

  The Temple of Bassette (coming soon)

  Wild Wishes-A Happy Effin Valentine

  Love You Divine

  Till it Bleeds (coming soon)

  Author information

  Stephanie was born and reared in Baltimore, MD. At the age of six she wrote her first poem and has yet to stop. Since the age of six she has won several speech writing competitions and written several plays and skits for the local NAACP youth group. While she was attending college at Seton Hill a teacher suggested she put her talents to good work and write a book. This came after a disastrous semester in Engineering Math, definitely not one of Steph’s strong suits. After six years of marriage and motherhood Stephanie finally got up the courage to show someone her work.

  Since then her biggest supporters have been her husband and sister. Stephanie, writes contemporary, paranormal, futuristic, and erotic romances, often with interracial and alien characters. Her biggest asset is her huge imagination. In addition to writing Stephanie is an amateur artist and a voracious reader.

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