As she removed her panties, he drank in the sight of her curves. She was much softer and rounder than the females of his people, but he suddenly realized how he now preferred Melanie’s body over any other female’s. Just one whiff of her scent or a peek at her skin and all he could think about was molding and squeezing her flesh with his hands before licking every inch of her.
And, of course, fucking the shit out of her tight, perfect pussy.
Lying on the clothes he’d spread out earlier to form a makeshift bed, she parted her thighs. He growled at her pink, swollen skin now glistening in the late afternoon sun.
Unable to resist any longer, he kneeled between her legs and ran his hands up her thighs, up the curve of her belly, and back down to squeeze her soft inner thighs. He pushed her legs wider and looked up into Melanie’s eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated, and her lips parted. With her reddish-brown hair tumbling around her shoulders, it hit him just how beautiful his human was.
His dragon growled. Tell her.
Without think, he blurted out, “You’re so beautiful.”
She bit her lower lip and his restraint shattered. His dragon was clawing to get free; if he didn’t taste her now, his human-half would lose control.
Not bloody likely. His dragon-half had been the first to fuck her. Tristan wanted to be the first to devour her pussy.
He leaned down and licked her slit, reveling in the musky scent and taste of his little human. Merely tracing the seam of her slit wasn’t enough, so he thrust his tongue into her pussy and groaned. He lapped like a cat with milk, unable to get enough of her sweet honey, his cock now hard as steel.
Want her. Take her. Fuck her.
Not yet, he said to his dragon as he thrust his tongue deep in her pussy before retreating to focus on her clit. As soon as his tongue made contact with her slick, hard nub, Melanie moaned and tightened her thighs around his head.
He could draw this out, but from the sound of Melanie’s moans, he could tell she was close. Besides, he wanted to send her over the edge so he could have time to explore the rest of her body.
His tongue swirled and lapped at her clit. Melanie tried to raise her hips, but he held her down and squeezed them to keep her in place. Then he bit her. Hard.
Melanie cried out and his dragon rumbled in approval at how loud she screamed. Tristan ignored him and thrust his tongue back inside her core, feeling her muscles squeeze and release around him.
When she relaxed and stopped spasming, Tristan took one last drink of her sweetness, and raised his head. Melanie’s eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and her expression relaxed. His dragon approved of her sated look, but Tristan’s human-half was hungry for more.
He ran his hands up her belly, her breasts, and then cupped her face. As he lay on top of her, her softness cushioning him like a caress, he murmured, “That was just the appetizer. Are you ready for the main course?”
Chapter Six
Melanie could barely think straight. While she’d orgasmed many, many times during her weeklong sex marathon, none of them had compared to the one Tristan had just given her. She didn’t know if it was because of her growing feelings for Tristan or the fact he no longer viewed having sex with her as a chore, but instead as something he desired.
But, quite frankly, she didn’t care because, holy crap, the man had a talented tongue.
But she didn’t have time to dwell on what else he could do with that tongue, because after giving her a very hot, possessive look, he crawled on top of her and cupped her cheeks and said, “That was just the appetizer. Are you ready for the main course?”
Despite her recent orgasm, his words shot straight between her thighs. Somehow she found her voice and couldn’t resist teasing him. “Do they only teach you corny dirty talk in dragon school?”
Tristan gave her a wicked smile and her heart skipped a beat. “Why, did you want to attend and learn a thing or two?”
The image of her attending a dirty talk class with a group of tall, gangly teenage dragon-shifters made her laugh out loud.
He nuzzled her cheek and her laughter died as she drew in a breath. She loved the feel of his late-day whiskers on her skin.
But she was having too much fun with her dragonman and she wanted to tease him some more in case he retreated into his gruff self once they both had their clothes back on again. “No, but maybe you could teach me.”
Tristan growled and he ended her chance to tease him further by taking a rough kiss. Opening to him, she savored the feel of his hot, silky tongue against hers. He moved one of his hands to her ass and squeezed, his touch like a brand on her skin.
She wanted, no needed, to feel more of his skin against hers. She wrapped her thighs around his hips, grabbed his shoulders, and tilted her hips in invitation. She wanted to feel him inside her.
As she rubbed against him, Tristan snaked a hand between them to pinch one of her nipples and then twist. The pleasure/pain made her cry out. Tristan took the opportunity to kiss her jaw, her neck, and then her shoulder. When he moved down her body, she put a hand on his head and forced herself to speak, “No, Tristan. I want your cock this time.”
He looked up. While she saw no sign of his dragon, his gaze was intense. He eased down some more, but before Melanie could work up the nerve to ask him again, he caressed her round belly with both of his hands before he placed a gentle kiss on her lower abdomen.
He was acknowledging their baby.
Her heart squeezed at the action. Tristan MacLeod could be gentle when he tried.
Moving back up to her face, he took her lips as he thrust his hard, long cock inside her. The sudden intrusion was slightly painful, but in a way that was unbelievably good.
Tristan remained motionless, and while she still felt full, she adjusted, her pussy clenching his cock tightly. Her body remembered the way he filled her up, as if he was the perfect fit for her body.
He broke their kiss, looked into her eyes, and said, “This time it’s for us and not for the sake of the contract, okay?”
His fierce and tender look, combined with his words, made her eyes grow misty. Rather than risk her voice cracking, she merely nodded.
Growling, Tristan moved his lower body in slow, long strokes, reaching deep inside her. As his pace picked up, she gripped his shoulders and moved with him, never taking her eyes from his.
His very human eyes.
While his human-half was in control, she knew his dragon-half was there too. She wanted to give his inner beast a reward.
On impulse, she scratched her nails down Tristan’s back hard enough to leave a mark. Rather than frown or scold, he growled in approval and said, “Mark me harder.”
The “before Tristan” version of Melanie would’ve hesitated, but she’d tumbled with a dragon and had survived. So, Melanie scored her nails down his back again. Harder.
Tristan cried out and stilled above her, the cords of his neck taut as he came. Much like before, she could feel each hot jet of semen inside her, and the contact sent her over the edge into her own orgasm.
She cried out Tristan’s name and grabbed clutched his shoulders to ride the wave after wave of delicious, blinding pleasure that coursed through her body as her pussy clenched and released her dragonman’s hard cock.
Tristan collapsed on top of her just as she started to come down from her orgasm. When he lay fully on top of her, Melanie hugged his body tight, afraid he might leave; the memory of waking up alone in her bed last week was still fresh in her mind.
It was stupid, as she barely knew him, but she wanted to lay like this forever with Tristan’s weight and heat a comforting blanket. Despite being out in the open and completely exposed, she felt safer than she had in a long time. On an instinctual level she understood that her dragonman would protect both her and their child with his life.
She hugged him closer to her. They would have to uncouple, get dressed, and return to the main living community soon. But for right now, she wanted to
pretend they were the only two people in the world. And that maybe, just maybe, she could have more of this, both the sex and the teasing, again in the future.
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Tristan lay on top of Melanie and finally released the rein on his inner dragon. He expected the beast to demand they flip the human over and take her from behind, rough and hard like during the week of the mate claim frenzy when his dragon had been in charge. But to his surprise, the dragon merely stretched out and hummed in contentment at the feel of the female’s skin next to theirs.
Tristan resisted a frown. He’d had his fair share of women over the years, but never had his dragon been so calm and content after fucking a female in the “human way”. His dragon liked it rough, hard, and often. This new behavior had to be a result of his dragon’s nearly complete attachment to Melanie Hall.
He should be worried by that realization since fully attached dragons rarely looked for another female, even if the female the beast had grown attached to refused them. But on the contrary, Tristan’s human-half was starting to want her too. Partly because he thought she’d make a brilliant mother, but mainly because he couldn’t stand the thought of another male’s hands on her.
In that instant, he wanted to cradle her close against him and stroke her soft skin. He rolled over onto his back, taking Melanie with him until she lay against his chest, and he squeezed her tightly.
Our female. Keep her. Hold her tight.
Tristan was starting to agree more and more with his dragon.
He caressed up and down her back, taking the time to learn the dips and curves of her body. He had yet to kiss every inch of her skin, but he would.
His hand stilled for a second before he resumed stroking his human. Yes, he would have her naked and willing in his bed every night, if he had anything to say about it.
Melanie snuggled into his chest and said, “This is nice.”
He laid his cheek against her hair. “I would say it was better than ‘nice’.”
Melanie laughed, the sound making his dragon preen. They should make her do it again.
But instead of teasing her, he said what he really wanted to know, “Come live with me. I don’t want you living with Samira any longer. I will take care of you.”
She lifted her head and gave him an assessing look. “Is this your dragon, your dick, or your human-half talking?”
I like her, his dragon crooned.
Tristan agreed. “All three, little human.” He moved his hand to her arse and took a possessive grip on her right, squishy cheek. “You belong to me, and I want the entire clan to know it.”
She battled a smile. “I should be offended at ‘belonging’ to anyone, but somehow, I’m not adverse to the idea.”
He growled and slapped her arse. “So is that a yes?”
Before she could answer, his mobile phone started ringing and he growled. Fucking fantastic timing, that.
Since it could be Bram calling about his sister, he reluctantly rolled Melanie onto her back, sat up, and took his mobile phone from where he’d placed it inside his boot. He saw the call was from Ella, another Stonefire teacher, and frowned. While they sometimes took their classes together on trips, she had no real reason to call him.
Curious to see what she wanted, he clicked the receive button and said, “Hello?”
Ella’s voice was filled with worry when she answered, “Tristan, thank goodness I got a hold of you. One of the teenagers had a run in with the dragon hunters and we need your help.”
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Reclaiming the Wolf
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Female wolf-shifter clan leaders are rare, but Kaya Alexie thrives on the challenge and can handle anything the men of her pack throw her way. However, when the male cougar-shifter who broke her heart ten years ago shows up on her doorstep with a dead wolf-shifter in tow, her whole world goes off-kilter. She’s determined to ignore him, but when a virus threatens to decimate her clan, she has no choice but to work with her ex and his brother to survive.
Sylas Murray is sent by his brother to ask for the wolves’ help in solving the mystery of a recent wolf-shifter attack. There are a few problems, however. Not only is he a cougar-shifter among a pack of wolves, the clan leader is also his ex-girlfriend. To say they had a bad break-up would be putting it mildly—Sy’s actions nearly destroyed the truce his clan had with the wolf-shifters. But as a virus threatens the GreyFire wolves, Sy and Kaya must put aside their past to find a cure.
As they work together and race against the clock, Sy starts to wonder why he let Kaya go in the first place. Despite their past, will he be able to reclaim the wolf that captured his heart and start over?
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Blaze of Secrets
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Kiarra Melini overhears the dangerous secrets of her blood and decides that if Feiru elemental magic is to survive, she needs to die. However, before she can finish the deed, a strange yet determined man shows up in her cell, throws her over his shoulder, and carries her right out of the prison for elemental magic users.
Jaxton Ward is ordered by his superiors to train the stubborn elemental fire user he rescued. There's only one problem—she claims her magic is gone and he has no idea how to train a woman who spent the last fifteen years inside a prison cell. He's determined to keep his relationship professional, but as the danger amps up and they're forced to go on the run, he starts to fall for the newly confident woman who ignites his temper like no other.
Kiarra's final secret is the key to them staying alive, but can they outrun the prison enforcers long enough for her to embrace her unique magical talents and finally learn to love again?
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Books by Jessie Donovan
Asylums for Magical Threats
Blaze of Secrets (AMT #1)
Frozen Desires (AMT #2)
Shadow of Temptation (AMT #2.5)
Cascade Shifters
Convincing the Cougar (CS #0.5)
Reclaiming the Wolf (CS #1, September 10, 2014)
Shifter’s First Christmas (CS #1.5, November 2014)
Stonefire Dragons
Sacrificed to the Dragon: Part One
Sacrificed to the Dragon: Part Two
Sacrificed to the Dragon: Part Three
Sacrificed to the Dragon: Part Four (September 20, 2014)
Seducing the Dragon: Part One (late October 2014)
Seducing the Dragon: Part Two (November 2014)
Seducing the Dragon: Part Three (December 2014)
About the Author
Jessie Donovan wrote her first story at age five, and after discovering The Dragonriders of Pern series by Anne McCaffrey in junior high, she realized people actually wanted to read stories like those floating around inside her head. From there on out, she was determined to tap into her over-a
ctive imagination and write a book someday.
After living abroad for five years and earning degrees in Japanese, Anthropology, and Secondary Education, she buckled down and finally wrote her first full-length book. While that story will never see the light of day, it laid the world-building groundwork of what would become her debut paranormal romance, Blaze of Secrets.
Jessie loves to interact with readers. When not reading a book or traipsing around some foreign country on a shoestring, she can often be found on Facebook and Twitter. You can email her at: [email protected].
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the writer’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Sacrificed to the Dragon: Part Three
Copyright © 2014 Laura Hoak-Kagey
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