by Celia Kyle
His growl stroked her every nerve ending, plucking each one until she trembled. Her clit twitched and throbbed in time with her heart as if silently begging to be stroked and pinched. Her nipples hardened within her xina, straining against the thin material. She stretched and twisted, moaning when the silken fabric caressed the hard nubs.
“Tell me what you desire, my rasi.”
“Shaa kouvi,” she whispered the endearment, one she hadn’t used often, and Kozav stiffened in response. The tenseness in his body lasted a split second before he released a low, deep groan.
“Grace,” he rasped and he tightened his hold. “Grace, you cannot say that and expect me to behave myself. I want…”
So did she. So very, very much.
She traced his strong arms, fingers dancing over the corded muscle of his forearms before encircling his wrists. He went to withdraw, but she held him, not allowing him to retreat.
“Grace?” His strained tone was followed by the ruffle of wings. Her Preor warrior was slowly losing control.
Good.
She gently tugged on his right arm, pulling until his large palm settled between her thighs. She rolled her hips against his hand, moaning with the new sensations—the added pressure his touch gave her. “I want you to touch me here.” She encouraged him to move his left hand, sliding it over her belly, up her abdomen, and finally he cupped her breast. She arched into his caress, moaning when he captured one hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “And I want you to touch me here.”
“As you wish. Anything you wish.” The bestial growl had the hairs on her arms standing up, goosebumps covering her skin, and she found she liked that hint of dangerous threat with her lovemaking.
Kozav rubbed her cloth-covered pussy, heel of his hand rubbing up and down her sensitive flesh. His fingers toyed with her, stroking and petting, pressing when she needed more pressure and tapping her sex lips when he wanted to drive her crazy. All the while, she moved with him, rolling and rocking her hips, seeking out more and more pleasure with every breath.
He pinched and teased her nipple, plucking it and then gently toying with the stiff nub. She was torn between the pleasure, pussy aching to be filled and breasts begging for attention.
“Kozav, so good. Feels so good.”
“Will you come for me, Grace? Will you let me smell more of your cream?” A growl followed those words, the deep rolling sound adding to her desire. “Will you let me taste you, my rasi?”
“Oh God.” She shuddered and she wheezed, the image of Kozav’s teal head between her thighs as he lapped at her pussy nearly sending her over the edge.
“Will you let me devour your,” he nibbled her ear and whispered the last word in her ear. “Cunt?”
Grace’s body contracted, trying to curl in on itself with the wave of bliss that overtook her. The hard word coming out of his mouth, dirty and delicious, had tiny orgasmic tremors snatching control. Even she could smell her arousal, the musky scent of her craving for Kozav filling the air.
And he wanted to taste her—taste that part of her.
Taste her cunt. Even thinking of that single syllable had her pussy riding nearer to the precipice once more, almost throwing her over the edge into release.
“Please.” She wasn’t too proud to beg. Not when she needed her mate with such ferocity. “Please, Kozav.”
He increased the pressure on her center, fingers drawing small circles along her hidden slit. “Please lick you? Please fill you? I will give you whatever you desire, rasi. You but have to say the word.”
That’s when her throat closed up, when the reality of having to make the decision creeped up on her. Now… Now her body sang for his and she didn’t care. Her pussy needed to be filled, fucked, and claimed.
By Kozav.
Now.
With that realization came a few other surprising events. In one hurried movement, Grace fell forward and spun around in the sand, her knees rubbing on the uneven surface. But no grating of sand on skin harmed her. No, the ground was silky soft, almost like the bed in their room. The moment she faced her mate, she pounced, pushing him until he fell against the pale sands. His wings spread, stretching out behind him, and she sighed when the sun sparkled over his blue-green scales. So beautiful, yet so deadly. And all hers.
“You. I want you.”
“How?”
She ran her hands along his abdomen, caressing his flat stomach and muscular chest. “However I can have you.”
Every way I can have you.
“Since you do not have a preference…” Kozav’s voice was practically a purr, like the rasi he called her.
Grace was not expecting her world to tumble and turn, for up to become down or for her back to land on the cushioned sand while her mate loomed above her. His wings shielded her from the sun, the glow filtering through the thin flesh. The position of the sun accentuated his size, the breadth of his shoulders and every carved line of his muscles. Strong. Fierce. Powerful.
He encouraged her to spread her legs, placing one foot on either side of him, making herself vulnerable to him. He skimmed her outer legs with his palms, caressing her through the xina. “Then perhaps I shall do as I wish, shaa kouva.” His gentle caresses reached her hips and the lower hem of her top, teasing the cloth and gradually lifting it up her body. “How does that sound, my mate?”
He wanted her. Wanted her to strip for him. Wanted her to make herself vulnerable by choice and not forced circumstance like the last time she’d been half-dressed with him.
She wanted the same. She brushed his hands aside, hating the twist of disappointment in his expression, but that sadness vanished when she finished the job he’d started. She did a half sit-up, giving herself room to lift the shirt up her body and then over her head. She tossed it aside and returned to her relaxed pose. The wind teased her skin, the senchamber-generated sand ghosting over her flesh and her nipples hardened even further. They’d become puckered nubs that were desperate to be touched, kissed, caressed.
“You are so glorious, Grace.” He traced the dip of her waist and skimmed her rib cage before turning his attention to her breasts. He cradled them in his palms, her plump flesh overflowing his large hands, and rubbed the hard tips with his thumbs. “So responsive.” He pinched those bits of flesh, a jolt of pain adding to her desire, and she whimpered in response. “So mine.”
“Kozav.” She arched against his tormenting ministrations, seeking more of the pleasure and aching pain.
He leaned forward, his gaze never leaving hers as he captured one nub with his mouth. He suckled her, licking and nibbling the sensitive bit of flesh. He tormented her left breast before moving to her right, giving it the same torturous treatment. She whimpered and whined, begged him for more and more. Every pull on her breast went straight to her clit, her center anxious to be filled—taken—by him.
He lifted his head and blew a soft puff of air across a damp nipple. “You are mine, are you not, shaa kouva?”
Kozav scraped the nubbin with one of his sharp fangs, snatching a pleasurable scream from her throat. “Yes!”
His, his, and his again.
He gave her the same snip of pain on the other breast and then moved on. He kissed the valley between her rounded mounds, going farther south to tease her stomach and then pause at her belly button. “This is where your dam’s life cord connected you while she was bearing,” he murmured. “The dragonlets I give you will have the same.” He nuzzled her belly. “I will fill you until you are bearing and heavy with our offspring, shaa kouva.”
Grace shivered at the promise and pleasurable threat. “Yes.” She wanted that tie to him, wanted them as connected as possible. “Yes.”
Kozav grunted, this one sounding more pleased than cocky.
He dipped his fingers below the waist of her xina pants, plucking the cord that held the soft material in place. “And are you ready to give yourself to me? Ready for me to fill you? Claim you?”
The way he said those words—the deep grow
l and seductive tone he used… She rocked her hips, lifting them slightly and widening her legs a hint farther, and she sought any friction available. “Please.”
He chuckled. Now that was cocky. But when he untied the cord and slid the fabric down her legs, tossing it away when he was done, she didn’t mind him sounding so cocky. Not when his gaze was filled with wonder and she held his entire focus.
“So glorious.” He petted her newly exposed skin with gentle fingers, teasing the closely cropped curls that shielded her mound and her damp sex lips. “So pink and moist.” He lowered his head, nuzzling her curls and breathing deeply. “Do you know how delicious you smell? I cannot wait to taste you, shaa kouva.” Teal eyes met hers. “Say yes, Grace.”
“Yes.” No hesitation. Not ever again.
Grace had been with men before, but never a Preor. Never a male whose dragon gave him a forked tongue. And Kozav used that tongue to his advantage. He slipped along the seam of her pussy, sliding between them to stroke her inner flesh. She arched her back, crying out to the skies while her mate did his best to drive her mad. He licked and teased, flicking her clit with rapid flexes of his tongue and then soothing the overwhelming sensations with gentle laps.
He suckled the bundle of nerves, each one followed by a burst of bliss that consumed her entire body. Her pussy clenched, inner walls rippling with every tormenting caress of his lips, tongue, and teeth. Yes, teeth. Teeth he used to nip her clit and nibble her lower lips. His ministrations were pleasure on the border of pain, but every part reveled in that hint of an ache. She wanted more. She wanted it all.
Each of Kozav’s touches pushed her closer to release, the ecstasy luring her to the edge of orgasm and nudging her to take the flying leap into pleasure. Grace cupped her breasts, mirroring the movements he’d used on her mere moments before. She plucked and kneaded, pleasuring herself while he gifted her wave after wave of pure joy.
Then he introduced a new sensation, the blunted tip of a finger coasting along the seam of her pussy and then delving into her with a strong thrust. She cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden invasion, and sobbed when he pulled back and eased into her once more.
“Kozav,” she whispered his name with a needy whine.
“Do you like that, my Grace? Shall you pretend it is my cock filling you?” Before she could answer, his tongue was back, destroying her defenses with pure pleasure.
“Kozav, I’m…”
As if he knew what she meant, he growled and increased his pace. His finger plunged in and out of her sopping wet pussy, her cream easing the way for his thick penetration. She panted and begged, taking in every hint of ecstasy she could and letting it draw her nearer and nearer to her peak. She balanced along the edge, wavering and twisting in the gentle winds. Her body needed more, needed a hint of something else to send her screaming over the tip and flinging her into a sea of joy.
Then… Then he did it. He growled and pricked her clit with the tip of his fang. That searing pain wrenched a scream from her throat and she arched her back, opening herself to him even more. The orgasm was like a tsunami of pleasure, drowning her in the bliss, and she screamed his name.
“Kozav.”
He soothed the sting with his tongue, slowing his pace and gently lapping at her pussy while bringing her down from the clouds. He made love to her pussy, lips gentle, tongue softly lapping at her wet pussy, and whisper-like hums soothing the remaining sensitive nerves. She gasped and panted, his overwhelming attentions eventually lessening until she could breathe once more.
“Shaa kouvi.” She needed his attention—needed him. She sifted her fingers through his hair, the silken strands easily sliding between the digits. “Come to me.”
24
The scent of Grace’s need teased his nose and stoked his dragon’s fire. His cock throbbed within his katoth pants, desperate to be freed and pushed into his mate’s waiting heat. She was gloriously spread before him, the moist pinkness of her pussy open to his gaze. Her flavors clung to his lips and he licked them once more, enjoying the salty sweet taste. He ached for another sampling, more time spent with his head buried between her lush thighs.
But his dick was insistent. He needed to give her more pleasure with his body, needed to slide into her waiting heat and give her the fulfillment of that joining. He eased away, intent on standing, but his mate caught him with her legs. She wrapped them around his waist and restrained him. He could break free of her hold easily, but her whimpered no had him remaining in place.
“Shaa kouva, I must remove my—”
“No, just push them down. Need you.”
“I will not rut on you like an impatient young one.”
“Kozav, I need you. Now.” She propped herself with one hand and reached for the ties of his pants with the other.
He could not believe a female would be so desperate, but one look in her eyes revealed the truth. His mate was in great need and he was not one to deny his kouva. With quick hands and dragon’s nails, he shredded the lacings that confined his cock and his length popped free of the katoth. He fisted his dick, sliding his hand along his shaft, and was gratified by his mate’s uneven breathing and wide eyes.
“Is this what you want, shaa kouva?”
She licked her lips and nodded, falling back to the sands while dropping her legs. She opened her knees, spreading her thighs wide once more. “Please.”
When she cupped her own breasts, he nearly groaned aloud. When she pinched her nipples, he did. “You drive me to insanity.”
“At least I won’t be alone.”
Kozav moved over her, letting one hand rest beside her shoulder while he gripped his cock with the other. He nudged her opening with the tip of his dick, shuddering when her hole kissed the head. “Once I do this, Grace, I will never let you go. If you run, I will chase. If you hide, I will find you. We shall be one until I take my final flight.”
She stroked the side of his face, her gaze serious and intent. “Mate me.”
He did not need another invitation. He thrust into her in one, fierce movement, the slam of his hips against hers jarring them both. And he was inside her, her wet heat surrounding his cock and massaging him with her rippling walls. She milked him, stroking him within her sheath, and he nearly spilled himself. He clung to his control by a thread, searching for any shred of restraint that might still exist.
“By the skies, shaa kouva.” He withdrew and pushed forward once more, moaning with her snug embrace. “So tight, so wet.”
“Shaa kouvi,” she purred and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist.
The movement opened her even more fully, allowing him to sink into her even deeper. He rolled his hips, slipping in and out of her center, adopting a pace that nearly drove him out of control with need. In and out, he plunged, giving and taking pleasure as they made love. He recalled the Earth records—Cosmopolitan magazine—on intercourse he’d reviewed and changed the angle of his penetration, tipping his hips in just the right way to…
“Kozav!” Grace shouted his name to the skies, pleasure filling her voice, and her pussy rippled around him, squeezing him tightly.
Humans had an inner pleasure-spot and he’d discovered his mate’s. Now he would drive her mad—drive them both mad.
His mate panted and moaned, her tremors turning into rolling waves that kept time with his thrusts. Their hips slapped together, the scent of their sex filling the air, and the sounds of their passion piercing the silence. Sweat gathered on his brow and slid down his back, and a fine sheen coated his bare chest.
And Grace? Her hair became a tousled, sensual mass atop her head, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with passion and desire. She looked like a well-fucked—pleasured—female. And he was the male to make her that way.
His mate’s small nails dug into his shoulders, scratching and scraping his flesh as she tried to pull him nearer, but he remained as he was. He would not lose the position that drove Grace to babbling. Not until she screamed his name with completio
n.
He prayed to the skies she’d find completion soon. His balls were tight against his body, his seed anxious to be released and fill his mate.
Her grip on his flesh tightened, blunt nails digging into him and a light scent of blood—his blood—filled the air. Pride suffused him. He’d driven his mate to violence and he would gladly reveal those wounds to other warriors. He hoped to carry the scars for centuries.
“Grace, shaa kouva…” He did know what he was saying, but the words leapt to his lips.
Her eyes focused on him, remaining locked on his gaze. He increased his pace, slamming in and out of her pussy. Each thrust jarred her body, breasts bouncing, and the sight had him gritting his teeth. He could not find his release without her. He… must… hold…
“Fuck, Kozav.” She threw her head back with a gasp and her center became so tight he believed she would squeeze his cock off.
“Rasi.” His dangerous she-cat. She scratched and clawed while searching out her pleasure and he loved every facet of her.
“Gonna…” The word hissed out with uneven pants and he knew what she meant. His mate was about to find her female’s pleasure. His own body took that as permission to let his passions free. His cock swelled further, balls throbbing and aching with the need to fill her. The bubble of pleasure gathered at the base of his spine. It wrapped around him like a physical thing, embracing his waist before spreading. It traveled and twisted through his body, sinking into every cell, caressing every nerve, until he was consumed by the impending ecstasy.
Then…
Then the bubble of joy popped. It bathed him in immeasurable pleasure, stealing the air from his lungs. His mate screamed for him, his name long and loud escaping her lips. Her pussy milked his shaft, drawing more and more of his seed into her body. The ecstasy slithered over his skin, traveling over his flesh in a sinuous wave of unknown bliss.
Grace sobbed and moaned, her own release not allowing her to speak, and Kozav found himself moving in time with her rhythmic twitches and jerks, balls continuing to empty into his delicious mate. She would smell of him and all would know she was taken—his.
