Fire in Her Eyes

by Ruby Dixon

  And fuck, that’s hot. I love that little purring sound, love the soft look in her golden, whirling eyes. I want more of that. Hungry with need, I lean in and nip at her jaw, teasing her skin with tiny bites and licks even as I clench my hand in her impossibly thick hair and hold her pinned against me.

  “I guess I’m taking without asking, sweet Teva,” I murmur to her. I give her lovely breast another squeeze and then let my hand roam lower. I wait for her to push my hand away as it travels down her belly, but she simply spreads her legs, as if waiting for more. Submitting oh-so-sweetly to my hasty caresses.

  A quick glance down makes me groan. Teva’s pussy is completely bare, the folds a bright, flushed red, and even from here, I can see that they’re wet. I nip at her jaw again, then press hot kisses to her neck as my hand steals lower, touching her lightly.

  She’s fucking soaked.

  Goddamn. I was hoping she’d be into it but I never imagined she’d be this needy. My cock jerks against my jeans and I bite back a hiss. It wouldn’t take much for me to come, just from touching that slick pussy of hers. But I can’t resist, so I stroke a finger through those scorching wet folds.

  She makes a sexy little whimpering noise and bucks against my hand, as if insisting for more. Her thoughts are full of lust, hot and drowsy with need against my own. Even if I wanted to resist her, I’m not sure I could at this point, not with her mind sending me such hungry thoughts.

  Her hand steals up to my chest, and she pauses over my clothing. I can feel her confusion at my coverings, so I rip the front of my shirt open, revealing my chest. Her fingers and those long claws skate down my skin, and then she curls them in my chest hair, and when she tugs lightly, I practically come in my pants.

  I pull her hair a little tighter, because the moment she touches me, her thoughts grow a little more frantic, a little more frenzied. Can’t have that. “You trying to take charge, baby girl?” I bite her neck, harder this time, and for some reason, that’s making me crazy with need. I want to bite her and bite her over and over again, and I don’t understand why. I don’t want to hurt her, but the way she groans, I can tell she likes it. My hand’s still on her soaked pussy, and I stroke her folds. She’s made the same as any human woman, and when I sink a finger into her hot depths, she’s hot and wet enough that it feels like lava. Fuck yeah. I push my finger deep into her, resting my thumb on her clit, and I love the little gaspy moan she gives in response.

  I bite her neck again, and she arches her hips. I thrust into her with my finger again, and she makes another whimpering sound, then…tries to get up? She twists in my arms, and I release my grip ever so slightly, not wanting to hurt her. It doesn’t feel like she’s getting away, so I wait and see.

  To my surprise, Teva turns underneath me and puts her perfect ass into the air, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy gleams wet, and she rocks her hips in a silent invitation.

  She wants me to mount her.

  “Fuck.” Has any man’s cock ever been so damn hard?

  She looks back at me and snaps her teeth again, that sultry expression on her face.

  Goddamn.

  With a low growl of my own, I grab her hair tightly again, and she cries out in ecstasy. “I’m going to fuck you now, Teva,” I tell her. “But you’re gonna have to face me, baby girl.”

  She wiggles her glorious ass again, clearly not understanding me, so it’s time to be forceful again. I take her knee and force her to turn over, and I can see the confusion on her face. I can feel it in her head. Do dragons not mate like this? I didn’t fucking ask. It seems like I should have, though. Teva starts to get up, her eyes narrowing, her thoughts chaotic.

  I do the only thing I can think of—I grab her neck and hold her down.

  Hot desire rushes through my mind—hers. It’s all scorching need and shocked arousal, and an insatiable hunger for more. She doesn’t want me to stop. She wants me to keep going, to hold her down and claim her. She wants me to claim her…hard.

  Fuck, she should not be this into me dominating her, but she is, and it’s killing me. She makes another one of those sultry little purrs even as I fumble with my belt.

  Her gaze moves lower, and the moment I expose my cock, I can feel her pleasure in her mind as she realizes what I’m doing…or maybe she likes what she sees. Her lips part and her mind fills with need, and it’s more erotic than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I can feel just how much she likes the sight of my cock. “Well, that’s gratifying.”

  I move over her and her legs go eagerly around my waist, as if she’s trying to pin me against her, and I have to remind myself to hold her down, to take control even when all I want to do is kiss the fuck out of her. My pants are shoved down to my thighs but there’s no time to get fully undressed—I want to be inside Teva and claiming her before she loses her shit. Even so, I have no idea if she’s a virgin. I take my cock and slide it against her pussy, wetting it with her juices…

  And fuck, is it just me, or is she scorching hot? Enough to blister skin? I jerk backward, shocked. Does she get hotter the more she gets turned on? “Baby girl, do I need to burn my dick off to get inside you?” I ask, even as I nip at her throat again. “Because that might be a problem.”

  Her eyes flare with pleasure. “Teva.”

  “That’s right. You’re my Teva, aren’t you?” I rub my thumb against her jaw and then lean in to nip at her neck again. Fuck, I love kissing her neck. “Maybe it’ll be enough if I just make you come, hm?”

  Her hands lock around my shoulders, and she pulls me close, as if wanting to bury her face against my neck. I love the feel of her and let her move in, her nose trailing over my skin, and that’s more erotic than the finest blowjob.

  “My Teva,” I murmur—and my teeth feel thick. Strange. I lean in to her again and she arches against my hand, as if presenting her neck.

  Some strange, feral instinct takes over. I move my face lower, pressing against her neck, and where her scent is the thickest, her blood pulsing the sweetest, I rub my mouth against it—and feel fangs scrape her throat.

  My fangs.

  Holy shit. I jerk, startled, and run my tongue along the backs of my teeth. They’ve extended from underneath my canines, a new set of teeth filled with a hot, sweet liquid that burns my tongue when I touch them. This must be another change from the dragon blood.

  I’ve got fangs so I can claim a mate. Growling low, I give in to the new instinct overriding my brain and sink my fangs into her throat.

  Teva gives a little cry of bliss, and something hot and fluid surges through my teeth into her bloodstream. Her hands grip me tightly, her long, clawed nails tearing my shirt to ribbons as she writhes under me, but even as she does, I can feel her mind clearing. It’s like dropping a bead of detergent into filthy water and watching all the grime disappear.

  Her mind is returning. The wildness is leaving her thoughts, and even though she’s quivering in my arms, I don’t know if she’s conscious or not. Her eyes are rolled back in her head, and somehow I know that without lifting my mouth from her throat. It’s like the strange connection between us is growing greater by the moment, and I thrust against her pussy experimentally again.

  This time, she doesn’t feel quite so scorching hot.

  Is it because she’s not turned on anymore? Should I get off her?

  Our fires…the sultry words float through my mind.

  I lift my head. “What?” My teeth retract back into my mouth—like a snake—and I lick my lips. There’s a spicy flavor to my mouth that wasn’t there before, and all around me, I taste Teva. She’s in the air, on my lips, on my skin—and it’s fucking amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it before. It’s like the world around me has bloomed into color and scent, and it’s all connected to her.

  It’s almost overwhelming. Almost, except I smell the thick perfume of her arousal threading through the air, and that draws me back to her, back to my focus of the woman writhing underneath me.

  Our fires, sh
e says again. You’ve claimed me as yours and now my body is ready for you. Her leg hikes up around my hips, her heel digging into my backside. Turn me over and claim me, my mate.

  I lean in close again, liking the grip on her throat now, because her mind is in mine. She likes it. Fucking loves it. Loves how heavy I am over her, how possessive. It makes her feel good to be conquered by such a strong male. I rub my thumb against the soft skin on her throat, reminding her that I’m holding her down. That I’m the one in charge. “You like it when I hold you like this, Teva?”

  Your Teva, she replies, and it’s full of excitement and liquid heat. Make me yours.

  “I’m gonna take you just like this, then,” I say, sliding my cock over her slick folds once more. She feels hot, yes, but it’s a good kind of hot. Just this side of scorching, and I love it. I love the way she looks at me, too, the need in her mind that’s so full of arousal and excitement, as if she can barely stand it. This is a girl that’ll never fake an orgasm, that’s for sure. “You want me to come inside you, Teva?”

  She immediately goes stiff, hurt and outrage racing through her. You…ask me? You would not come inside me?

  Her mind flares with panic, and I can tell I’ve fucked up. I change tactics immediately. “No, no, I’m going to stuff you full of my cock, baby girl,” I croon, and love the way she settles down. “I’m going to pump you so full of my seed that it’ll be sliding down your thighs. Is that what you want?”

  She moans low. Yes. I want that. Please, come inside me.

  Oh, I plan on it. I settle my cockhead at her entrance and thrust deep, before I can fuck things up again. She hisses, but the sound’s sexy as fuck and I can feel her startled pleasure at facing me as I thrust into her. Her eyes go wide and her gaze meets mine in pure gold emotion.

  That’s right. You’re going to see who claims you. You’re going to look at me when I take you. You’re going to see who’s filling you with seed.

  I see you, she sends back. She picked up on my thoughts. That’s something I’ll need to get used to.

  I thrust into her again, feeling her greedy pussy clench tight around my cock. She feels incredible, her channel snug around my cock, gripping me like a vise. The only thing that feels better than the hot grip of her cunt? The pleasure rolling through her mind that tells me just how much she likes this, how good it feels, how needy she is. Her thoughts are so overwhelming I know I’m not going to last long. I don’t care. I’ve claimed her, and the lizard part of my brain is stoked. She’s mine now.

  All mine.

  I can’t control myself. I pump into her harder, faster, deeper. I lift one of her legs up and tilt her hips so I can bottom out, making sure she feels every fucking stroke. She wants to be taken hard? I’ll give her hard. I want to make her see stars. So even as I fist my hand in her hair and shove into her with every hard, driving stroke, I reach between us and seek out her clit. When I find it, I push my thumb on it, letting the movements of our bodies do the rest.

  I can feel her confusion, her thoughts as they shift back and forth, quick as the breeze. She’s mated before, but never like this. Why is he touching her there? Why does that matter? Why does it feel…so good? All she wants is my seed inside her, but this is…more.

  How can this be new to her? How can this pleasure be a first? I don’t get it, and it makes me want to punch every dragon that ever touched her before me. Fuck them all for not realizing what a prize they had. It’s now my goal to make her orgasm, and orgasm hard. I change the angle of my thrusts, trying different things and waiting to see which ones spark that flare of tension in her body. She’s squirming against me, her breath coming in quick, sharp pants, and her claws dig into my skin through my shirt.

  Oh. Something’s happening.

  I’ve got you, Teva, I tell her, and it takes me a moment to realize I’m not speaking aloud. Our minds are connected. She can pick up every stray thought I have, just like I’m picking up on hers.

  I’m tight, she tells me, confusion and wonder in her voice. Everything’s getting tight. Stop touching me there—

  Not gonna stop, I tell her, pushing my authority as hard as I can. I want her to realize that I’m the one in charge. I’m the one in charge of her pleasure, her orgasm. When you go over, it’ll be because I made you come. It’ll feel so good, Teva.

  Go over?

  Trust me.

  I trust you. Her claws dig into my back again, but then there’s nothing but sweetness as she gives herself over to me, waiting. There’s so much fucking trust in her head that it’s humbling, and I don’t want to fuck this up. I rub her clit ever so slightly as I thrust deep, and I can feel her muscles jump.

  Let it happen, baby girl.

  Oh. Oh.

  Her muscles clench around me and then her pussy goes so damn tight that she’s choking my cock with her cunt. Her body quivers and her thoughts explode with pleasure even as she makes a high-pitched keening sound. She’s filled with wonder, and I fucking love it. Her release makes mine rush to the forefront, and I barely have time to think before my balls draw up against my cock and then I’m spilling into her with every forceful thrust, my dick wet with cum as I keep pumping into her.

  Just when I’m about to collapse, I look down at her and see her beautiful golden eyes shining, and I impulsively kiss her because she’s so damn gorgeous.

  And mine.

  7

  TEVA

  My mate’s body moves over mine as he fills me with seed, and it is the greatest joy I’ve ever felt. I have finally been claimed after seasons of rough matings and then the long storm of madness. My belly fires have gone quiet, and now my mind is empty save for my thoughts…and those of my mate.

  It feels so nice.

  I stretch a hand out, admiring my delicate fingers, tipped with dark claws. How long has it been since I have been in my two-legged form? How many seasons have I been lost to madness? To the endless need to hunt and fight? That all feels so very distant now. My mate is here, and his thoughts are a bright, shining beacon that make me feel safe and anchored. Complete.

  I cuddle up against him as he lies heavily over me, and then he lets out a long, guttural sigh and rolls onto his side. Curious. His thoughts are exhausted, as if giving me his fires has sapped all of his energy out of him. I lean over him, staring at his unusual face. He is not gold like the males of my kind, but a light brown all over. And…hairy. There is hair all over his jaw and on his chest. His mane is dark and cropped short to his head. I gaze down at him as he closes his eyes.

  Are you all right? I ask, curious.

  Tired. I can feel it in his thoughts. Weirdly tired. I shouldn’t be this drained.

  You spent all your energy giving me so much seed, I tell him smugly, delighted to feel it inside me and down my thighs.

  Maybe it had something to do with the teeth thing. That was…a surprise for me.

  Giving me your venom so we could share spirits? Perhaps it did take much out of you. I touch his arm. I am most pleased with our mating. Rest. I will watch over you.

  He lifts a hand and reaches up for me, as if wanting to hold me close. You won’t leave?

  We are connected, you and I. We are forever. But I lace his fingers with mine, noticing that his talons are shorn. Curious.

  Never had talons.

  No? He smells different than drakoni. Human. Of course. My mind is fitting together some of the pieces that have been missing. A strong human, I decide, if he was able to challenge a drakoni female and win. You must be their leader.

  I can feel his amusement. Not quite. Just a hunter. Provider. Protector. His thoughts are sleepy.

  Those are all strong, fierce things. What is your name, protector?

  Gabe.

  It is not a drakoni name, but I like it all the same. Gabe, I repeat, tasting it on my thoughts. Yes, I like it. Rest now.

  He looks up at me with sleepy golden eyes and I feel such…pleasure. I stay beside him, watching as he closes his eyes and drifts to sleep, and
when his eyes are closed I study the rest of him.

  I am fascinated by my new, human mate. I tilt my head as I regard the strange coverings on his body. He wears robes like the Salorians do, but his are not flowing and loose and I sense no evil in him. These robes cling to his limbs, though I still do not like them. I gaze down at him and decide that he should be free of such things, like me.

  I ease one idle claw under the fabric of his clothing and tear. It makes a ripping sound, and I pull at it until a large chunk falls away, revealing his finely muscled chest that is lightly furred with dark curls. Fascinating. I want to see all of him, so I busy myself with tearing the rest of his robes off. Not with abandon, but with small, quiet movements so I do not interrupt his heavy sleep.

  He needs to rest, after all. Once he wakes up, I will insist on him filling me with seed again. I will insist he do that…thing where everything in my body tightens and turns into pleasure. I need all of this, I decide.

  Mating with him was different. Gabe, I purr thoughtfully. My hairy, wonderful Gabe. I am very pleased with such a strong mate. I continue plucking off his strange robes until his body lies naked before me.

  Ooh. He is hairy everywhere, it seems. His thighs and legs are covered in the same dust of dark curls as his chest, and the thickest concentration is at the base of his cock. A very large, pleasing cock, I decide, and notice it is still wet with our mating. I want to lick him clean, but I do not know if that will wake him, so I must wait.

  I touch my mouth, thinking of how he pressed his lips to mine. It was a surprising gesture, yet done with such tenderness that it clearly meant something to him. I do not know what, though. Mouth-pressing is not a drakoni thing. Is it a human thing?

  There is so much I do not know about Gabe. I curl up next to him in the sunshine, watching him as he sleeps, and trace a claw over his skin. He has several red marks from my claws when we mated, but I like that. I like knowing I can mark him as surely as he marked me with his seed.