by Kiki Howell
“I’m waiting. Tell me what you want me to do to you, my love.”
His voice was low and throaty, turning her on like only he could. Without concentrating, her body began to rock back and forth charming his cock to stiffen in answer.
“I want you to put me on my knees and take me from behind, deep and slow,” she purred more than spoke.
Maneuvering her into position like she weighed nothing, Mac supported her body with various pillows he’d placed on the platform. It made sense why there were so many pillows here now. That was so like her mate, always thinking ahead to anticipate her needs.
When he pushed inside her, deep and slow, all she could do was drop her head and experience the sensation. This would never get hold; the moment when he first entered her willing body. Taking his time to touch every nook and hidden place of her channel, Mac worked her, moving them into a blissful arousal. The man knew her body as he played it well.
“I’m going to take you real slow, showing you how much I love you as my mate, wife, partner and best friend. When you can’t stand it any longer, I’m going to love you like your Dragon, strong, aggressive and hard.” He bent over to place kisses along her spine as she pushed back to take more of him in.
Hands, full of measured control, grasped her hips and guided her pace. He made sure to keep her pace slow, according to what she’d asked for. When he swiveled his hips in circles, pulled all the way out only to return sinking into her to the balls, Bronwyn wanted to scream in frustrated ecstasy.
“Fuck me, Mac. Please.”
“Not yet. You wanted slow. That’s what I’m giving you.”
“Not fair.”
“That’s love. I give you what you want until you learn and grow to want more, different, and opposite.”
That was her Dragon, spouting out wisdom even when they were making love.
“What part of the lesson is this?” she asked, thumbing her nipple to a taut peak.
“This is where you learn that what we share is infinity. On that loop is love, passion, romance, friendship, softness, hardness, aggression, submission, fear, courage, vulnerability, safety, loyalty, fidelity, and so much more.” Mac pulled out, only to plunge back in with force. She grunted in pleasure hoping this was the start of the next phase of his sexual exploration of her body. “Bronwyn, my love, my heart, promise me you’ll never confine us to be one way with each other?”
“I promise,” she said moaning with the slow mounting of pleasure that had started to build.
“We are the center of our union, making a more perfect one with each new day. I vow to always grow with you; growing together in life and health every day. Promise me we’ll always grow and never stop,” he said increasing his pace a little more.
“I promise.”
His strokes were more pronounced, deeper, and harder. She answered by pushing back into him with more force. He flipped her over, shoved a pillow under the lower part of her back and opened her legs wide. Able to see his face in the light cast by the fire, Bronwyn knew his Dragon was close to the surface.
“Take me. I’m giving you want ever you want. Take what you want and need, my Dragon.”
Eyes the color of raging storms captured hers as he plunged into her willing body with a ferocious vengeance. Mac powered into her, allowing the aggressive side to come forward. This part of her mate she desired so much, it hurt. Pulling her up to drive into her hot pussy, he grunted with each thrust.
“Hard as you want. Fuck me, Dragon,” she heard herself saying.
That was the release he needed, as he grabbed her nipples and tugged. Jolts of pain and pleasure rippled through her body, making her release her nectar to drench his throbbing cock.
“That’s it, come all over my cock. Fuck!” he said, pumping faster into his mate.
He leaned back, grabbed a larger body pillow and placed it next to her. Bronwyn loved it when he flipped her around the bed like a rag doll. The show of his power, control, and desire for her was always off the charts. This time he flipped her onto her side and put her leg back up on his shoulder.
“Shit you feel so good, baby,” he said, fucking her fast, rough and deep.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare ever stop.”
His stamina influenced hers. They could go like this for hours, taking each other to higher heights.
When he pulled out completely, she screamed, “No! Dragon, what the hell? Don’t make me punch you!”
He bent down to suck her clit hard. She screamed. Continuing to rub her clit with his thumb, he rose up to enter her again. Deep and fast and she came over his hand and cock again.
“That’s what I want. I want you squirting all over my cock all night long.”
She obliged, riding deep waves of electrifying ecstasy all night long with her mate. When they bodies were slick with perspiration, sliding against each other in slippery gyrations, her stomach wailed for food. The orgasm that followed was so intense her body seized and trembled while the biggest waves of pleasure ran their course.
“I call a time out,” she said, collapsing on his chest with his cock still inside her. She’d ridden him to within an inch of her life, and the orgasm had been mind-altering.
“Granted,” he said, lifting her off him to rise.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To get us some food.”
“Sit back down. You’re the one always doing for me. Didn’t you say we can be opposite too?” He nodded. “Let me get up and get the food.”
“I didn’t stock any ready-made food. I was going to make fondue for us with some fruit and other dipping goodies.”
“Oh,” she said, realizing yet again that she wouldn’t be able to assemble any of that in a reasonable time or manner. Deciding to make a bold proclamation, Bronwyn said, “You know, that’s something I want do.”
“What my love,” he asked standing and helping her up.
“I want to learn how to cook.”
“You do?” he asked, surprise in his voice.
“Yeah, I never said I didn’t like to cook. I’ve been too scared to try to cook for you, since I don’t know how.”
“Oh, then I’d love to be the one to start you off with your learning.”
She looked up at him, admiration flooding her heart. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course. I want to share my love of the kitchen with you. We can become the cooking couple if you grow to like it.”
“Deal,” she said putting her hand out to shake on it. Looking over at the kitchen area with the gleam of the state-of-the-art appliances, she said, “How about those cooking lessons start when we get back home?”
“That would be great. For now, do you want to watch as I prepare our first meal that we cook as husband and wife?”
“Sure, although we’ve been mated for a while now.”
“Yes, but didn’t you think it was incomplete until we had our wedding?”
She thought about it. “No, I knew when the joining happened that was it.” She pointed in the direction of where he had put their marriage certificate, “That piece of paper is just for human governments to keep tabs on us. I don’t care about that. We’re bond mated, and that’s what matters. Our baby is added proof of that fact.”
“Here, here,” he said, raising a bottle of water up for her to take. “Drink this. I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”
Taking the water bottle, she looked at him as Mac maneuvered around the kitchen. He was made to her and her for him. They took care of each other in their own special way. It worked like an expertly crafted, precision piece of wonderfulness.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked.
“Oh, about how we’re made for each other.”
“True.” Looking up from the cutting board full of cheese and fruit he eyed her and said, “I’ve loved you blindly, and I’ve loved you at first sight. I love you forever, and I always pray I love you right. My Dragon sought you out before I knew you existed. We
are written in the stars, carved in the annals of time, and destined to become legends for the love we unleash on all of creation.”
Coming to step next to where she sat on the bar stool. He placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed. When the flutters of their baby moving inside her began, love overtook her in a tidal wave of gratitude.
“You did this. You gave me a family, love, and hope. Forever, you and me.”
“Forever, Mrs. Kelnar.”
When his mouth crashed down onto her, pulling and demanding to be kissed back in return, she grabbed on as he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Standing there in the middle of their cabin on his family’s land, Bronwyn Kelnar was the Dragon’s mate.
Releasing her mouth with heat and a tinge of regret, he whispered, “That’s my mate. I love you.”
She took in a breath to replace her depleted oxygen, smiled and said. “That’s my Dragon. I love you back so hard and forever.”
The End
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Credence - Moon Dragons
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Credence - Moon Dragons
by Decadent Kane
Torren is days away from competing in the Draconic Challenge and earning the prize he needs to complete his magic credence. His sky-high dream of apprenticing with the Ancients is finally in sight. The last thing this solitary moon dragon needs is a mate dragging him down to earth, and a human one at that. Not that his body will listen.
Dovie is minding her own business—literally—when a handsome stranger walks into her bookstore. One spontaneous orgasm later, she’s left with no choice but to close up shop. The last thing she needs is an overbearing dragon dragging her to his mountain and telling her to shelve her dreams in favor of a stupid contest. Not that her body will listen.
Torren and Dovie must fight their treacherous attraction to each other or sacrifice their ambitions forever. But moon dragon magic doesn’t choose lightly, and when darker forces shatter the peaceful mountain enclave the dragons call home, human and moon dragon alike will have to reconsider just what they need to achieve a happy ending.
Chapter One
TORREN SIGNED HIS given name in blood.
He slipped the crisp parchment into the black entry box for the Draconic Challenge. The Star Arena stood stoic in front him with walls high enough people couldn't sneak in, a dragon had to walk through the doors in human form or fly over the top of the stone walls.
Torren's sight set on a black opal this year. Another step in his ascension to apprentice. This challenge would give him the last piece he needed to complete his next credence. Three years of saving, and if he passed the challenge with high marks—as he had the last two years—the black opal was as good as his, if he was accepted.
Each credence scroll learned was one step closer to more knowledge and, eventually, as he grew in power and skill, an apprenticeship with the Ancients. Without an apprenticeship, he was limited to the credence spells of his earthen genetic makeup, unable to learn any spells that used the other elements. Yes, he could breathe fire, as could all dragons, but as an earth dragon, he couldn’t learn specific fire spells, much less water, healing or shadow spells.
Torren’s dream was many years away, but he’d devoted everything he had to it—which was why he would avoid females from now until the new moon. If he were to touch a female who could become his mate, then it would ruin everything. A family would be a burden, something his father had graciously taught him. Torren would never reach his full potential with a mate and dragonlings dragging him down.
The entry box snapped shut of its own accord. Torren’s heart skipped as he waited in front of the giant arena the few moments it took for the ancient magic to accept or reject him as a participant. It didn’t matter that he had gotten in before; competition was fierce, and rejection would set him back years. He set his gaze on the caves of the Wandering Mountain, which overlooked the Star Arena. In the Never Caves, the three eldest dragons among all five clans meditated during the human winter months. The Ancients were the peacekeepers, the protectors of the entire moon dragon race. The Draconic Challenge had started so long ago no one could remember its origin, but it represented their awakening.
When the box snapped open seconds later, a blue envelope appeared.
Torren smiled as he pulled out the warm, magical paper. He had been accepted and his artifact could be found in Enve, a human city. This year he’d need to find a book with. . . He squinted, turning away from the direct sunlight and examining the image on the paper. The cover of the book was blank except for an etched leaf pattern.
No author name and no title.
The paper grew warmer and warmer in his fingertips until finally he let it go, searing the image of the book to memory. The paper drifted up on the breeze and disintegrated as the magic reclaimed it.
To complete the challenge, every participant had to create a magical illusion; the choice of illusion was up to the individual. Such illusions required the artifact they were sent to find, the caster’s internal dragon magic, and power gifted by the perfect alignment of the moon, Earth, and sun. Torren could already feel the pull of the coming moon phase. The full moon, only five days away, would start the fourteen-day event, and over the course of those two weeks, each dragon accepted as a participant would perform before the Ancients. On the last day, when the moon disappeared from the night sky, Torren would shift into his true dragon form and fly with the others, renewing his internal magic in the darkness of the new moon.
Five days until the Draconic Challenge started—and he planned to be one of the first to participate—didn’t give him much time to locate the artifact.
Torren hooked his thumbs into the loops of his blue jeans and walked back to his truck. It wasn’t much but it got
him from point A to point B. He pulled on the handle and the hinge squeaked as the truck door opened. The engine turned over and sprang to life. Torren slammed the door shut, put the vehicle into gear, and headed away from the arena, taking the dirt road out to the highway. He had no intention of wasting any time. Without the artifact, he couldn’t get through the gates, let alone cast the needed magic to perform for the Ancients. Enve was about a thirty-minute drive from the arena, nestled neatly into the valley of the mountain. The city wasn’t huge but it did have a bookstore owned by one of the locals. He’d be in and out and practicing his performance in no time.
As he drove, Torren turned up the radio and tapped his fingers to the beat of drums. Humans were cautious of dragons but the races had established treaties between them. Dragons didn’t shift or practice magic inside human cities, and they promised to protect the humans in the cities near them. In exchange, the humans would stay out of the dragons’ territories, mainly the Wandering Mountain, unless invited. But otherwise, they got along well enough. It was easy to get along with humans when they only saw the moon dragons’ human forms.
That didn’t mean rumors weren’t abundant. All those bad stories about knights saving cities from dragons were about the moonstruck, primal, rabid, addicted dragon shifters stuck in their dragon form. Torren would never sink so low as to become moonstruck, to let any addiction get its hooks into him, especially one for dragon scales. The thought of eating another of his kin’s shed scales made his stomach roll.
He glanced out past the large rocky expanse, where trees sprouted high into the blue skyline. The moonstruck lingered in the depths of the forest—well, in this region anyway. Each dragon clan’s region had a place where the moonstruck would gather and hide, from which they generally ventured out only at night, close to the new moon. He’d only ever seen one moonstruck in his whole life. The dragon had been beautiful, its black scales shimmering in the moonlight as it flew, but its eyes. . . Bright red, devoured in madness, eyes that shone even in the darkest night. He shivered. The challenge would draw them out of each clan’s region, but if all went well, the Ancients would keep the arena safe.
