“Yes.” The words had barely left her lips before he sprang up, sweeping her into his embrace. His mouth took hers even as she attempted to struggle out affirmation of the answer she’d just given. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Without shifting, he simply let out his wings and flew her to the bedchamber. He had no patience for walking. He had been harder than granite since she reached womanhood. The past hour had been torture. The need to bury himself inside his mate rode him as much as she had on the flight home. The feel of her sweet pussy rubbing against his scales had almost been too much.
She probably had no idea he felt her as acutely in his dragon form as he could in his human form. For him, it was as if she rode his back, sliding her bare cunt along his skin each time she moved. It was the most delicious torture he had ever endured. But it was time for it to end.
Without another word, not giving her a chance to change her mind, Tegyr scooped her up and took her to his bed. He wanted to show off his home, to drape her in jewels and gold, but he needed her too much to take the time for that. Not now anyway.
He covered her body with his much bigger one, wrapping his arms around her slender body. She arched against him, much like a cat but more. She actually pushed against him, not as if trying to push him away, but trying to get closer to him. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she pulled him to her, snaking her fingers through his long hair. Emerald eyes met his and he lost himself in their depths.
She was so fucking beautiful!
There was no way Tegyr could have stopped himself from kissing her. He needed this, needed the chemistry between them to take over and consume him. She wrapped her body around his, pulling him to her, urging him to slide inside her and claim her for his own. Heat and warmth enveloped him as he slid his cock through her feminine folds to rub against her clit. She was still sensitive from his mouth loving her, and each stroke caused her to shudder with pleasure. Her cries and sighs brought him to life as much as her succulent form.
Knowing Brynn had never been with a man, Tegyr was careful. When he slid inside her, it was with exquisite slowness, drawing out the pleasure for him, easing her untried state.
“Tegyr! Oh sweet merciful seven, I need this! I need you now!” Brynn's keening cries ripped away his last ounce of self-control. He thrust his hips once powerfully, seating himself inside her in one smooth motion. Her cry of bliss didn't seem to contain anything painful. In fact, she clutched at him, urging him to move inside her.
Given he was lost in the primitive need to claim his mate thoroughly, Tegyr did as she commanded, not as he knew he should. He'd probably regret it later, but he couldn't bring himself to deny either of them.
Over and over he took her, his cock deep inside her grasping cunt. She thrashed underneath him, pulling at him, urging him to go faster, harder. Finally, she spread her legs wide, allowing him to penetrate her deeply. Tegyr didn't waste the invitation, but surged forward, pounding into her, taking her as they both needed him to. His ear roared with the impending orgasm. All he could see was her. All he cared about in that moment was pleasing her and taking her with him to the edge of mindless desire and pleasure. Sweat beaded over her body, his body. They slid together in an erotic glide that finally pushed them both over the edge into bliss.
Tegyr cried out hoarsely as Brynn screamed and shrieked, arching against him. Her inner muscles milked him, pulling every drop of hot seed from his dick that she could. Nothing could compare to the sensations surrounding and swamping him. Nothing. This was true magic. The need within them was the one thing that guaranteed a continued existence together.
Tegyr shifted his weight from Brynn, though still pinning her body beneath his, his mouth at her breast. He licked and teased the peak into a hard tip as he caught his breath.
“You can't possibly want me again.” Brynn laughed. She didn't sound like she minded. He had no intention of taking her again tonight, though. She would be sore, and he could curb his appetite for her until the next rising.
“I can, but you need to rest.”
“Oh, no you don't. I'm just as capable of going all night as you are.” She tossed him a saucy grin. “Though, if you're too tired, I could always let you take a nap first.”
For the first time in a very long time, Tegyr laughed. Oh, this one was a prize in more ways than one. He kissed her because he had to. Her arms came around his neck and she stroked his hair with tender fingers.
When he lifted his head, she smiled at him and touched his lips with her fingertips. “Of all the things I expected when I knew I was to be the dragon's tribute, this wasn't it. Thank you for not eating me.” She grinned and pulled him down for another kiss.
He couldn't help but chuckle. “Oh, but I did eat you, my little warrior. And I intend to do it every day for the rest of our lives. After all, as sacrifices go, you are definitely one tasty treat.”
Epilogue
Mye was with child. She and her mates strutted through the village proudly, her ball of a belly leading the way. Brynn hid a smile as she walked out of her parents’ domicile. She too was expecting, but she was not willing to share the news just yet. The tribe was having a hard enough time adjusting to the fact she was actually mated to their protector.
Now she was treated like some sort of shamaness or worse, a queen of sorts. People spoke in hushed whispers around her, and merchants sent the choicest wares to her family members and left them in the tribute area, even if there was no tribute due. It was almost comical.
Shaking her head, she hurried past well-wishers to the edge of the village where Tegyr awaited. True to his word, he flew her to town whenever she needed human interactions, but he would not come among the tribe himself. That was fine with Brynne. They often pretended each time he retrieved her was the first day of tribute all over again. She couldn’t wait to return to their paradise in the mountains to be ravished.
*****
Uryen watched the woman that would be his mate through his own private reflecting pool. He had known when he’d been in the circle of his brethren that he was next. Why he hadn’t said anything was reflected in the rippling waters. The Fates were never wrong, but they apparently had a sick sense of humor. The tiny, vivacious woman full of laughter and light was undeniably beautiful; he couldn’t look upon her visage without being consumed with need so intense it hurt. And dragons never hurt.
There was no way the diminutive little woman could withstand being the mate of a dragon, especially not this dragon. Uryen did not laugh. He was not the jovial sort. There was nothing soft about him. This woman needed romance and tenderness. Uryen knew his nature. His intensity was as natural as breathing. When he thought about his would-be mate, when he closed his eyes and imagined her in his lair, gentle lovemaking didn’t enter into the scene.
Yes, he wanted the lovely Talia. He wanted her tied to his bed, he wanted her spread open with her hands tethered to her thighs. The things he imagined doing to her would not go over well with a woman who looked as delicate as the rare desert flowers from the tribe he hailed from. And yet he felt the bonds that tied them together. Already the hands of the Fates were moving. Soon Talia would be forced to sacrifice herself as tribute—to him. Uryen was not man, or dragon, enough to deny her. He knew it. Once he got his hands on her.....
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