by Dixon, Ruby
"It is a deal," I agree, and then ask, "What is third base?"
That brings a delighted smile to her face. "Seriously? I guess that's a human thing, but…they let you play with the girl gladiators, didn't they?"
"Never. We were only promised a female if we were chosen as a breeding pair."
"Aha." Her eyebrows go up and the expression on her face is thoughtful. "It's wrong that I'm both thrilled and sad at that statement."
"Thrilled? Why thrilled?"
Her hand tightens on my shaft, giving it a playful squeeze. "Because I think I'm the only one that's ever tried to touch you like this."
"Others have tried," I admit. "They ended up a charred mess for daring."
She flicks a teasing look up at me. "Am I going to be a charred mess for daring to touch you?"
"I am yours," I tell her, and I mean it. "Touch me all you like."
"Mmm, well. Let's get back to third base. As for what it is…it's most fun if I show you."
"Then show me." I am utterly fascinated at this bold turn to my Veronica. When she is confident, she is bewitching. Right now, she is very, very bold and flirty, and I have never seen anything sexier in all my days.
"Oh, I plan on it," she whispers, and slides her hand up and down my shaft. "You're so naked," she murmurs, her lips playing against mine. "I can't help but notice how hard you are all the time."
"Because of you. Always because of you." I try to claim her mouth with another deep kiss, but she takes control, nipping at my mouth and teasing before I can.
"Well, don't think it didn't catch my attention," she whispers, then licks my lower lip with a sultry little swipe of her tongue. She squeezes my cock. "It's taken some getting used to, but staring at all this cock doesn't make me shy anymore. It makes me wet. Are all dragon-men made like you?"
"I imagine they all have cocks, yes." I close my eyes as she handles me, because it feels so good I want to blot the world out and focus on this touch. On the thought of her getting wet because she likes looking at me.
"No, silly. I meant as big as you," Veronica tells me. "You're quite the big guy." And her fingers lightly move up and down my shaft, as if she has to trace my length to believe it. "I bet this feels…mind-blowing inside a girl."
My shy Veronica has disappeared in the face of a temptress. I nearly lose my balance as she nips at my lower lip, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock. I'm wet there, the crown beaded with precum, and she drags the pad of her thumb through it, teasing me. "When I put my hands on you for healing, it makes me feel…things."
"Things?" I echo, my mind lost to sensation. All I can think about are her incredible hands on my cock, milking it.
"Lots of things. It makes me very aware of your body…and your cootie. And how much it wants me."
I groan again.
"And it turns me on. A lot."
With a flare of my nostrils, I can tell that she speaks the truth. The juices of her cunt are perfuming the air and it fills me with need. "Let me touch you," I demand. "Please you."
"Soon. It's my turn to play right now." Her fingers tease up and down my length and then she moves closer. Her teeth score at my chin in a tiny love bite, and then she moves lower, kissing at my collarbone and flicking her tongue against it. All the while, her hand moves lightly over my cock, petting and stroking.
She is a tease, my Veronica. I'm fascinated by this new side of her. Here I thought we needed to go slow because she was shy and inexperienced, but she grips my cock and pleasures me as if it is all she has dreamed about for days. She truly is the perfect mate for me.
Veronica kisses lower, dragging her tongue across one pectoral and then scraping her teeth over my skin. "God, I love these muscles. All of them. They're so hard and yummy." Her mouth moves even lower, and then she flicks her tongue over my nipple.
And then moves even lower.
I can't hide the surprised breath that huffs out of me when she drops to her knees in the snow before me. One hand is still on my cock, teasing me, and the other goes to my thigh. She continues to kiss me, moving over my stomach and down my thigh. "I also find it fascinating that you're completely hairless," she murmurs between nips at my skin. "And that you don't feel scaly at all."
Her words barely register in my mind. All I can think about is that playful, teasing mouth so close to my cock. Something…something about scales. "You…" It takes me a moment to think. "You thought I would be scaly?"
"I wasn't sure. These patterns look like scales." Her tongue flicks over one bit of shadow on my skin. "But you don't feel strange. You feel good. All of you feels good." And she circles her thumb over the head of my cock again. "It's just crazy how big and scaly you are as a dragon, but like this…you're just delicious."
Her mouth moves closer to my cock, so close that I can feel her breath against it. I hold still, not wishing to distract her. Even if this is nothing but a tease, I don't mind. I've stroked my own cock to nothing but my imagination hundreds of times, and this is better than any of that by far. I'll take any touch she wishes to give me and be glad for it.
Veronica chuckles, and her breath feels like bliss against my skin. She's not as hot as a drakoni female would be, I think, but it doesn't matter. I prefer this, because it's her. She did not challenge me to indicate that she wishes to mate, but every kiss and caress tells me how she feels. Her cunt is so wet with need that her scent is heavy in the air, and it makes my mouth water. The moment she gets up, I'm going to have her on hands and knees so I can put my mouth between her thighs and taste those sweet juices for myself.
But then her mouth goes to my cock and I am utterly lost. Her lips brush against the head, and she jerks back in surprise. "You're spicy—"
Oh no.
I have to pull her away from my cock. "Wait," I tell her, panting. I don't know if she can ingest my seed if she doesn't have my fires. I don't want her to burn herself. A moment later, she grabs a handful of snow and rubs it against her lips, moaning.
"It's my fires," I tell her, going to my knees. "If I have not given you my bite, my seed will scald you."
She presses her fingers to her puffy, bright pink mouth. "Well, that's a real mood killer," she tells me with a muffled sigh. "I thought it was hot against my fingers, but I also thought it was my imagination." Her eyes widen and she moans again, then faceplants into the snow. "S'getting hotter!" she wails, rubbing her face into the cold powder. "Thith thucks!"
"My poor mate." I rub her back, full of regret. "I did not think…I did not realize humans did such a thing. I was too distracted to realize what it would mean for you."
"Th'okay," she says, and then lifts her head a few moments later. Her fingers are pressed to her lips, but the redness is receding, and I realize the hum of her khui has changed to that of the healing song. "Lucky for us I can fix it," Veronica tells me with a sheepish little smile. "You okay?"
"Me?" I am puzzled by her question, and touched that even when she is in pain, my mate thinks of my comfort. I am not worthy of such sweetness. "The heat of it does not harm me."
"I mean, you know." Her cheeks flush and she lowers her fingers to brush them over my arm. "Me teasing you and then not following up. Are you okay?"
I shake my head at such a question. The moment she was in pain, my erection died an instant death. "My only thoughts are for you, my mate." I tilt my head, studying her as she pushes on her lips. They are still puffy and she flicks her tongue as if testing it, but otherwise, she seems healed. "This does not happen with human males?"
Her eyes narrow and she gives me a sideways look. "I feel like that's a loaded question."
"Loaded?"
"Like if I answer and say, 'No, I've blown plenty of guys and it's never happened,' then you'll think I'm a whore, but if I say I've never done it, you'll think I'm lying."
I'm taken aback. "Why would I be angry over such a thing? That is your past." I crouch on my haunches and wiggle my claws at her. "Shall I tell you how many men and women I have defeat
ed in the arena? How many throats I have ripped out? How many begged me for mercy that I did not give?"
Veronica goes pale. "No," she says quietly. "I don't think I want to know."
"And why?" I press.
She hesitates. "Because…it doesn't matter. Not really. That's who you were before and not who you are now." Her words are thoughtful, even. "It feels like everything's started over now that we're here, doesn't it?"
"It does. Nothing else matters but you and me and now. Your sexual past is only interesting to me in a biological sense, because I am curious about our two species. I have never mated another female, and certainly never had another put her mouth on my cock to make me come."
Her mouth crooks in a half-smile. "I've, uh, mated before, yeah. Ex-boyfriends and all that. Thought I was in love and turns out, not so much. Haven't had anyone in my life for a while, though. My dad passed, and then I just got busy with life." She shrugs. "I didn't miss it, which tells me it wasn't really true love."
It's clear that love is important to her. I test the thought in my mind, weighing it. It is a human concept, I think. Amongst the drakoni, my memories are of mated pairings and their little touches and caresses and exchanged looks that said they were sharing thoughts for no one else. There was never a declaration of “love.” With the mental link and shared fires, it was never needed.
I'm filled with longing for such a connection with my Veronica. I send a mental pulse to her, but it meets with nothing, and I feel wordless frustration. I want to be tied to her at the deepest level, as all drakoni mates are. But pushing her to take my fires? After I have already hurt her once this day? It would be the most selfish of actions.
And yet…her juicy cunt's perfume still fills the air around us, and when she smiles at me, my need returns, blasting through my body. My hand will suffice for myself, but I think of her need. I want to pleasure her like she did to me. But I want to make sure it won't harm her. "Humans do not burn when sharing the seed of an unmated partner? What about a female's cunt nectar?"
"Her what?" She looks utterly scandalized, my Veronica.
"What do you call it?"
She sputters. "Not that!" When I keep waiting, she blinks rapidly, and the high color in her cheeks and her inability to make eye contact tell me that she is embarrassed. "We, um, just call it getting wet, I guess. Nothing special."
"So I can taste it and there will be no problems?"
Veronica still doesn't look me in the eye. "That really isn't necessary, Ashtar."
I snort at her prim tone. "Necessity and want are two very different things, my sweet mate. Are you telling me no because you do not like it, or because you are shy? Do your human males never put their tongue between your thighs?"
Her hand presses to her forehead. "Oh my god, please stop talking," she whispers. "You're killing me here."
"Should I not ask?" I move a little closer to her, touch a lock of her soft, soft hair. "Because it is something I would like to do, very much. But I will not if you find it inappropriate or revolting. You know my only goal is to please you."
My beautiful mate moans and closes her eyes. "I…uh…it's not inappropriate. Not between lovers, no."
"Revolting?"
"No…kind of the opposite." She lifts her gaze to mine, her eyes wide. "I'm totally not asking, just so you know."
"I wish you would. Your scent is maddeningly delicious."
She sucks in a breath, her eyes growing heavy-lidded with desire, and her scent drenches the air once more. "I forgot you can smell that."
"I can smell everything, my sweet fires, and you smell incredible." I move closer and run my nose against one cheek, pressing my face to hers. "Shall I lick you clean?"
"Oh god." She shudders hard. "Why is that so nasty and amazing all at once?"
"Nasty?" I raise my head, surprised.
"Good nasty," she amends quickly. "I promise it's good."
All right, then. "So are you telling me you do not hunger for my touch?"
Veronica leans into my touch. "I didn't say that."
But she won't admit that she wants me, either. Curious. I rub my face against hers and then pull back, and see that her eyes are closed, her expression one of bliss and contentment. She likes my caresses. Craves them, even. I want to hear her say that she wants me.
That is my new goal, then. To make my mate scream to the world that she wants me. So I grab a fistful of her tunic and tug on the front of it. "How does this come off?"
Veronica giggles, as if I've said something hilarious. "It's got laces, silly. I mean, most of it slips over the head, but there's laces in the middle so you can fit it around you better."
"Good. Take it off."
She sputters, laughing and smiling all at once. "That was very bossy of you."
"I am bossy when it comes to my mate," I tell her, and slide to my knees on the snow in front of her. I press my face against her chest and belly, my hands sliding up and down her backside. "I want to taste all of her and she is delaying."
A little moan escapes her. "Taste all of me, huh?"
"All," I agree thickly. "You can take it off or you can let me rip it off—"
"No ripping," she retorts, and tugs at the laces hidden under her arm and doing a shimmy to undress. "I don't have anything else to wear, you bossy jerk."
"Then you can be naked with me and I can lick you at my leisure."
She shivers again but pulls her tunic over her head. "Lick a freaking popsicle, you mean. I'd freeze to death."
That makes me pause because she is not wrong—humans get cold easily. I snag the tunic where she tosses it to the ground and then gently spread it out on the snow. "Lie here then, my cold, delicious human mate."
19
ASHTAR
Veronica chuckles again and unlaces her leggings, then lets them fall to the ground as well. They get caught on her boots, and she stumbles, the leathers pooled around her legs, before she manages to right herself. Even this makes my heart sing, because it is part of who she is. When she makes her mind up, she throws herself into life. I adore it and her. I watch as she sits down and kicks the leggings off, leaving only her furry boots. She is all pale golden skin and tumbling brown hair, her breasts bouncing enticingly. Her scent, now free of the leather confines, fills the air and makes my mouth water with need. My body strains, desperate to claim her, but I must pace myself. I want to learn her before I claim her with my fires.
Was ever a drakoni male so patient as me? Perhaps not, and I feel the strain of every minute around my mate, unable to touch her.
No more. I will pleasure her with my mouth until she is addicted to it and begging for my touch. Then when she cannot stand it, I will give her my fires, and she will welcome them with joy. She will not even care that there is a mind-link attached…
Hmm. I cannot make that lie convincing even in my own thoughts. I will think more on it…later. For now, my mate is naked and expectant, and I mean to please her.
"Hands and knees, my Veronica," I tell her.
"Hands and knees?" she echoes, confused. "But…I thought we were going to…" She blushes, and one arm moves over her breasts. "Did I just completely misinterpret everything—"
"No." I pry her hand from her breasts, because I don't want her hiding anything from me. "It is not a mating. All I will use is my tongue. I promise."
"Okay, but…" She sighs and gives a little shake of her head. "You know what? I'm just going to stop asking and I'll go with the flow instead. Hands and knees it is. You're the boss." She gets up and a moment later presents her pale backside to me, her hands spread on the tunic beneath her.
I forget everything but the sight of her. Gone is her shyness, and she peers over one shoulder enticingly at me as she wiggles her bottom. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, my mate offering herself to me, and the fires in my spirit flare to life, even as my khui sings and demands a mating. I want to claim her right now more than anything…but I think of how I burned her, of the r
edness on her soft, lovely mouth and the shock in her eyes. I don't want her to be afraid of mating with an alien.
Also…I hunger to taste her. I am a selfish male, because I cannot wait much longer for that.
I move forward, sliding my hands over her hips. Our bodies are a delightful contrast, and I stare at my darker bronze hands, the black claws on my fingertips, against her enticingly pale softness. I stroke my fingers over her and hear her take in a breath, even as the scent of her grows thicker in the air.
My mate gives a little moan as I glide my claws over her flanks. Her rounded bottom is the stuff of dreams, and I lean in and nip it with my teeth, unable to resist. Veronica squeals in surprise, wriggling against my touch. I lick her skin lightly, soothing the small hurt before kissing my way across her skin. I'm fascinated by the cleft of her bottom, the graceful lengths of her thighs, and most of all, the way she's panting and squirming as if she cannot remain still.
I rub my nose along her flank, enjoying the scent of her, savoring the way she feels. My Veronica. My mate. I am the luckiest of males to be given such a gift after years in the gladiator pits with nothing to look forward to save my next battle. I intend to be the mate Veronica needs—protective and giving and most of all, attentive.
Attentive to all of her, I decide. I slide one hand down her rounded ass cheek and then to the inside of her thigh, gently pressing until she pushes them apart. She moans and leans forward, her bottom going into the air, her cheek on her tunic. Just like that, she presents her cunt to me.
With infinite care, I tease my claws over her tender flesh. She is pink here, and wet…and utterly slick with need. Her skin gleams with wetness, and it glazes my claws as I explore her. Veronica moans at my touch, sucking in a breath as I caress her. She is delicate here, all folds and tender skin capped by dark curls. I love the sight of her and caress her one more time before lifting my claws to my lips for a taste.
The flavor of her cunt is like nothing I have experienced before. It explodes on my tongue, fiercely sweet and musky at the same time, and fills me with the mating need so powerfully my cock jerks in the air, the head beading wet with the need to release.
