Dragon Lord 6 - Dragon Lord's Destiny

by Cynthia Sax

  He grunted, moving into her hands.

  Her fingers cramped painfully. “Mercy,” she gasped, releasing him. She shook her hands in the air, attempting to wave away the agony.

  He caught her wrists, his fingers as coarse and calloused as hers. “You are hurt, mate.”

  “I will finish.” Celestria pulled her hands out of his hold, wanting to please him, to convince him she would be a worthy wife. “I will ease your battle lust with my mouth.” She sank to her knees before him, the ground soft. “In this, I require training also.” She gazed up at him. “Tell me what to do.”

  “You are fearless, little warrior.” He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock as though offering himself to her. “Lick me.”

  “Aye.” She extended her tongue and licked his cockhead, tasting the essence of him. “You are delicious.”

  Her big male groaned. “Then suck me, Lady…”

  “Celestria.” She followed the vein in his shaft with her tongue. “Lady Celestria of the North Mountains is sucking your cock.” She pushed her lips over his tip and slowly inhaled him, sucking gently, her cheeks indenting around his shaft.

  “Aye, Celestria, my lady, my mate.” The muscles in his thighs rippled.

  His lady. She smiled around his cock, her lips touching his fingers. His tip tapped the back of her throat. She pulled back, maintaining her suction.

  He buried the fingers of his free hand in her loose curls, cupping her skull, his grip possessively tight, silently communicating that she belonged to him. She was his. She would do this with no other man.

  He guided her up and down his shaft, setting a ruthless rhythm. Celestria followed his lead, relying on him to train her in this skill as a warrior was trained in battle tactics.

  He grunted, driving his hips forward, passion flashing in his gray eyes, bolts of lightning signaling his rising need, a need she inspired. She gripped his ass cheeks, holding onto him, as he used her mouth, rutting into her with awe-inspiring intensity.

  His balls slapped against her chin. His black short curls tickled her nose. Her lips hummed, and her jaw ached. Smoke curled around them, creating a private sanctuary for the two of them. Voices faded and the shameless sounds of his hard cock ravishing her wet mouth filled her ears.

  Celestria dug her blunt fingernails into his ass and silver scales shimmered over his skin. She gazed up at him. She’d heard tales of dragon men. Are these tales true?

  “Mate.” Her warrior bared shockingly sharp teeth, his face stretched tight. He was not human. She saw that truth in his eyes. But he was hers and she would please him.

  She bobbed over him faster and faster. Pain pricked her scalp. Talons had extended from his hands, the tips deadly. Celestria continued to suck on his cock, focusing on his pleasure, trusting him not to hurt her.

  “I am close,” he rumbled, the sound resembling thunder.

  He released her, and she surged forward, taking him fully in her mouth, sucking hard. He threw his head back, bowing his spine, and roared, flames licking around his lips and hot cum spurting from his cock, shooting down her throat. He was powerful, male, more beast than man, and he belonged to her.

  She swallowed, milking him, draining him until there was no more. He shuddered, his big body shaking, and he dropped to his knees, his cock slipping from her lips, down her chin.

  He would declare his love now, as her father had declared his love to her mother. Celestria gazed at him, waiting, her heart pounding.

  “My mate.” He drew her into his arms, his rigid chest plate flattening her small breasts. She lifted her chin, and he captured her lips. His mouth was hot, his tongue branding hers, and she moaned, pressing closer to him.

  “I am Grau of Starke.” He rested his forehead against hers, the tips of their noses touching, their breaths mingling.

  “Grau of Starke,” Celestria repeated, savoring the bluntness of his name.

  The Lord of Starke was renowned as a fierce warrior. Her brothers spoke of him with much admiration. She traced the scars on Grau’s rugged face, unable to conceive a warrior who fought better than he had. “Did I please you, Sir Grau?”

  His lips curled upward. “You pleased me, Lady Celestria, very much.”

  Chapter Two

  Many moments later, Grau, Lord of Starke, listened with much amusement as his tiny mate tended to the wounded men. She had quick hands and an even quicker mouth, flattering the warriors’ dented egos.

  “This will hurt a little but you are so big and so strong, you are likely not to feel a thing.” Celestria tied a strip of fabric around the warrior’s leg.

  The man paled, pressing his lips together to stifle his cry, and Grau’s inner dragon roared, fighting to be freed, yearning to claim his mate fully, not understanding her need to touch other males.

  She was his. Grau’s amusement dissipated. And he had almost lost her. If he hadn’t listened to his beast and ventured north early, the female he was destined to love would have died, slain by worthless human scum. Grau flung a headless bandit’s body far from the carriage, the urge to kill, to howl, to hurt tremendous.

  “He is well dead, my lord.” Schon, his best warrior, grinned. The handsome male attracted all gazes.

  Usually. He hadn’t attracted Celestria’s gaze. Grau looked toward her. She smiled at him, her face flushing, and she tore a strip off a threadbare chemise, the rent of fabric loud. His mate only had eyes for him.

  “She believes you to be a landless knight and still she gazes at you like that,” Schon commented, lifting an unconscious man into the carriage. “There is hope for us all.”

  The warriors around them cheered.

  “You will find your hope elsewhere.” Grau’s heart grew light. “She is my lady.”

  “We will have to find our hope elsewhere. The other females are not fit for warriors.” Schon nodded toward the trio of females huddled by the rear of the carriage.

  Grau grunted his agreement. His mate’s aunt, cousin, and servant had agreed to depart the impractical conveyance only after Celestria had threatened to leave them in the forest unguarded. They had then refused to tend the wounded or offer assistance in any other way, treating his mate with a disrespect that angered him.

  “It is a pity.” Schon shook his head. “The younger one is pleasing to the eyes.”

  Is she? Grau studied the tall blonde. She fluttered a fan, a pinched look on her pale face, her big blue eyes vapid, her lethargic form clothed in a flimsy white lace and pink silk concoction. He didn’t see any beauty in her.

  Celestria’s cousin met Grau’s assessing gaze. “He is a beast,” she shrieked, her voice shrill. “He plans to murder me.” She dropped her fan, grabbed her chest, and collapsed on the ground, disappearing into a heap of pink and white fabric.

  “Down she goes again.” Schon hooted with laughter.

  Grau scowled. Celestria rolled her eyes.

  She was pleasing to look at. With her big brown eyes, brown hair, and fine features, Celestria resembled a happy little sparrow, hopping to and fro, chirping a merry tune, never still, never silent.

  And she did not faint at the sight of his face.

  He stalked toward her, needing to touch her, to be near her.

  “Sir Grau.” Celestria beamed, vigorously tying the strip of fabric around the warrior’s wounded arm, the man wincing from the rough care.

  Grau was no knight, but his mate’s beauty silenced any correction.

  “We are as prepared as we can be.” She peered up at the trees. Grau followed her gaze. The sun had sunk lower in the sky. “Will we make the keep before night falls?”

  “Aye.” He held out his hand. She placed her slender fingers in his palm, and he pulled her to her feet, savoring her touch, the callused clutch of a fearless female warrior. “You ride with me, mate.” No one else would touch her. “Your cousin rides with Schon.” The warrior’s expression turned to unabashed horror, and Grau’s lips twitched. “Your aunt rides with Langsam, and your servant rides wi
th Diener.”

  “My aunt’s servant,” Celestria corrected quietly, linking her fingers with his. “I have no servants and now no undergarments.” Her eyes sparkled and Grau’s body hardened. “All were used to bind wounds.”

  She wouldn’t need undergarments. His gaze lingered on her firm curves.

  “He is a beast, Celestria,” her cousin screeched. “A heathen beast and I will not put my person anywhere near --”

  She screamed as Schon reached down, grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, and plopped her in the saddle before him. “Let me go, you ill-mannered, smelly lout.” She kicked the air, and Schon laughed like a fool.

  Langsam and Diener captured the other two females. The aunt fainted. The servant whimpered, her eyes large.

  Celestria frowned, the color in her cheeks heightening. “We owe you our gratitude, Sir Grau.” Her voice rose. “Without you, we would have all perished or worse.”

  The two conscious females glanced toward her and quieted. The cousin’s lips pressed together mulishly, her body stiff.

  Grau grinned. His mate was a born leader. He led her toward his steed. “I am no knight,” he confessed, lifting her easily into the saddle.

  “Oh.” She blushed a deep crimson, her long straight hair hanging like a veil around her face. “Did I cause you difficulties with your men by addressing you as sir?”

  “Nay.” He mounted behind her and pulled her deeper into him, settling her on his lap. His cock hardened; his control was nonexistent around his mate.

  “I am glad.” She wiggled, grinding her pert ass into his groin, as they rode. “It matters not that you are no knight.” The scent of her musk tormented his nostrils. “I will treat you as my lord, Grau.”

  “You do not understand.” He splayed his fingers over her stomach. She now thought him less than a knight.

  “I will not understand. I cannot think of anything other than what my body craves.” Celestria squirmed some more, and he gripped her tighter, willing her to stop. “I burn. I ache. I need your touch here.” She moved his hand to her left breast. Her nipple pressed into his palm, a rigid peak set in the most decadent softness. “This must be battle lust.”

  Grau gritted his teeth, her words torturing him, crazing his beast.

  “I am so wet and empty.” She cupped her mons through her gown. “Can you soothe my need as I soothed yours?”

  Gods. She would tempt a eunuch. “Aye.” Grau squeezed and released her small breast, and she moaned, the sound erotic. He slowed his horse and pulled to the side of the trail, allowing the other warriors to move ahead of them.

  Schon passed them, cursing quietly. Celestria’s sour-faced cousin was perched prissily in front of the warrior, her spine straight.

  Celestria moved, brushing her ass against Grau’s cock, and any humor he felt over his warrior’s predicament vanished, his full attention on the hot female in his arms. He knotted the reins before him and pulled up her skirts, revealing her shapely legs, perfectly formed for wrapping around his waist, the tantalizing scent of her pussy almost knocking him off his horse. “You smell good, mate.”

  “I am warm and wet, and I throb everywhere.” She spread her legs wider, hooking them over his, open and unabashed about her need. “I have never felt like this before.”

  “You have never met your mate before.” Grau palmed her mons, burying his fingers in her short brown curls, and she jerked in his arms. “Easy.” He soothed her as he would soothe a frightened wild creature, slid his hand down, and then dipped his fingertips into her slick pussy. She had been truthful. She was deliciously wet, her juices bathing his skin.

  “Grau.” She leaned back, pushing into his hand. “What is happening to me?”

  “Shhh…” he murmured into her ear as he stroked over her soft folds, strummed her up and down, up and down, synchronizing his rhythm to the horse’s gait. “Allow me to tend to you.” Celestria reached back and clenched his thighs, her grip tight and strong.

  Grau rubbed his thumb over her clit, and she moaned. “Aye.” Her voice grew husky. “That is what I need. You know, do you not?”

  “I do.” He nibbled down her neck as he teased her body, his female enchantingly responsive, thrillingly vocal. He would never need to guess what she wanted. She would tell him.

  “I feel empty.” She raised her hips. “I need… I need…” He pushed one of his fingers into her entrance. “Aye.” Celestria clenched down on him. She was so tight. Grau’s cock bobbed, the thought of fully claiming her tight pussy testing his control.

  He pumped into her moist heat, focusing on her pleasure, her satisfaction. He would ease her lust, give her a taste of what it would be like between them. His small female undulated against him, her body rippling like a standard in the wind.

  Her pussy loosened, and he added a second finger, stretching her open, preparing her for his cock. He would take her soon, if not this night, then the next night. He wouldn’t be able to restrain himself. Already his dragon clawed his insides, fighting to be freed, smoke wafting from his nostrils.

  Celestria mumbled encouragement, her lips moving constantly, the flow of words not requiring any reply. Grau grinned against her neck, plunging into her deeper and deeper, drawing more juice from her pussy. She would add chatter and merriment to his often too silent and too serious keep. She would bring passion and warmth to his bedchamber.

  He brushed the heel of his hand against her clit as he worked her pussy. She panted, lifting into his thrusts, her sentences becoming shorter and blunter, her inner walls constricting around him.

  “Grau, please,” she whimpered, the need in her voice torturing him.

  She’d come hard and noisily. Grau covered her lips with his free hand. “When you need to scream, bite down on me.” She shook her head. “Do as I instruct. You cannot hurt me, mate.”

  He partially released his dragon. Silver scales covered his skin. Celestria’s eyes widened, but his brave little female didn’t smell of fear, only of succulent arousal.

  “Come for me, Celestria.” He grazed her neck with his sharp teeth, thrust his fingers deep into her pussy, and ground the heel of his hand against her clit.

  She bucked, squeezed her inner walls around his fingers, and bit his hand, her blunt teeth pressing against his scales. Grau held her tight, watching his mate with wonder as she writhed and twisted in his arms. She was wild and beautiful, her passion sweeping over them both with an enviable intensity.

  Her moisture seeped between his fingers, dripping over his hand. She alternated love bites and soul-tugging sucking, exploring his scales with her small pink tongue. Her soft hair cascaded down her back, hanging between them. Grau nibbled her right earlobe, blowing hot smoke against her skin.

  She calmed, sagging against him, and he removed his fingers from her pussy. His silver scales glistened with her wetness. He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled, breathing in her scent, his dragon rumbling with happiness. Grau licked his fingers clean, leisurely, thoroughly, savoring her flavor, wishing he could spread her legs and drink from the source.

  He rearranged her skirts, covering her legs, and he freed her lips. “You are mine, mate. I will claim you this night.” He couldn’t wait. She smelled and tasted too good.

  “As a man claims a woman?” she whispered.

  Grau turned her sideways, enabling him to see her expression. “Aye.”

  “There are tales of men who can turn into great dragons.” Her cheeks were pink, and she didn’t meet his eyes.

  “Those tales are based on truth.” He breathed deeply in and out, the scent of her release clouding every other aroma.

  Celestria nibbled on her bottom lip, lines etched between her brown eyebrows, her silence unnerving.

  “Does being mated to a drakon lord displease you?” he tentatively asked, gripping the reins to prevent himself from reaching for her, his dragon wishing to prove his worthiness.

  “Our land…” She gazed up at him, her brown eyes troubled. “It is not a large h
olding and dragons have huge appetites, do they not?”

  He opened his mouth.

  “According to the stories, sons of drakons will be drakons also.” She continued before he could speak. “My lady mother had seven sons, Grau, seven. To feed eight dragons with animals raised on our land is not possible.” She shook her head. “A herd that size would require a grazing area equivalent to my entire family’s holdings. We --”

  Grau tapped his right index finger against her lips, stemming his female’s stream of logic. “I am Starke.”

  Her forehead furrowed. “Aye, you are Grau of Starke.”

  “Nay, I am Grau, Lord of Starke,” he corrected.

  “Starke.” She gasped, color draining from her face. “You cannot be the lord of Starke. He has vast holdings and wealth and power.”

  “Holdings enough to support seven growing drakons.” He rested one of his hands on her hip, his dragon eager to begin the begetting of those sons. He wished for daughters also -- small feisty females like their lady mother.

  “Nay,” Celestria whispered. She shook in his arms. “You cannot be a great lord.” She pressed her palms to the dragon scales covering his chest plate. “My dowry is small. My lord father is a minor noble.”

  “You are my mate.” Grau frowned. Should she not be pleased with his wealth?

  “I am not your match.” She sighed, leaning into him. “And you never said the words, did you? You said other words but not the words.”

  Grau didn’t know what words she talked about, words not being his strength. “You are my match.” That he did know. He held her closer to him. “And you are weary.” She had fought bandits and tended wounded warriors and experienced the first taste of their shared passion. “Rest.” She would think clearer after she slept.

  Chapter Three

  He is Starke. Celestria slumped in her seat at one of the lower tables at King’s Keep, her body wedged between a constantly talking rotund friar and a tall thin landless lord with wandering hands. Her aunt and cousin were seated at the high table, where Grau would sit when his business with the king was completed.