Muir, Siobhan - Not a Dragon's Standard Virgin (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Siobhan Muir

  “Oh, sa cherro, my request still stands.” He squeezed her breast and nipped her shoulder. “I wish you to become my wife for all time. Will you have me as your husband?”

  She bit her bottom lip, old worry eating through some of her arousal. “It’s not just because you feel duty bound?”

  His jaws ground together so loud she heard his teeth scraping. “No, my stubborn beauty, it’s not because of that.” He paused as understanding flashed across his face. “You remember I told you my people have the gift of knowing their perfect mate when we meet them?”

  “Aye.”

  “I knew you were my perfect mate, my True Mate, the night you offered me your virginity, but I didn’t seal the bond then because I feared you wouldn’t want to be bound to a dragon.”

  Isabelle raised one eyebrow. “You didn’t fear mating with a short-lived human?”

  His rich laugh vibrated through her belly. “I did, actually. You’re far too observant, sa cherro.”

  He nuzzled her ear, dropping a soft kiss against her throat near her shoulder. “Let me show you, Belle, what my heart has known for days. Let me make you my own.”

  “I’m already your own, Jon.” She skimmed her fingers down his back, enjoying the play of his hard muscles beneath them.

  “Then let me become yours and only yours.”

  He pulled back from her and looked down, his eyes glowing with blue fire as he slowly tugged apart her laces. Her nipples hardened under his hot gaze, and he sighed with feral delight as he exposed them from her stays.

  “I will never tire of looking at you, Belle.” Jon leaned forward and pulled the collar of her chemise back to reveal her turgid peak. He engulfed it with his hot mouth, and searing pleasure swept through her. Her womb ached, and she ground her Venus mound against his thigh to ease the pressure.

  “Oh, sweet mercy, Jon. I love it when you play with my nipples.”

  “Aye. I remember.”

  He turned his attention to the other breast, laving the areola with his wicked tongue while his fingers plucked her neglected nipple. Sweet agony shot from his attentions straight to her pussy, and she arched her back, seeking more. He growled around her breast and suckled harder while massaging her other nipple with just a touch of pain.

  “Aye, Jon. Harder, please.”

  His teeth grazed the nipple, and she wailed her delight, soaring on the mixture of pleasure and pain. Jon rumbled his approval as he skimmed a hand down to caress her mound through her skirts. Isabelle moaned and pressed against his hand.

  “I can scent your wanting, sa cherro. I would be remiss to leave you in such a state.”

  “Aye, you would.”

  “Snarky woman!” She laughed at his growl, and he reared back, jerking the tapes to her skirt free. He worked the heavy fabric off her legs and settled back on his heels to look her over. The bulge of his cock against his braies drew her gaze, and she licked her lips, wanting his hot flesh buried in her pussy.

  Jon caught her look of hunger and tilted his head. “What do you wish for, my brazen Belle?”

  “I want you. Here.” She slid her hand between her legs and rubbed the ache of her pussy through her chemise. Then she looked up at him boldly and reached for his fly. “And I want to taste this.”

  His eyes flashed with feral desire, and he grabbed her hand, stilling her fingers against the hard ridge of his arousal. “You want to taste my cock?”

  “Aye, Jon.” She licked her lips, and his nostrils flared. “May I please?”

  “Sweet Goddess of all.”

  He rose to his knees, jerked the leather belt apart, and yanked his shirt over his head, his eyes burning a trail from her breasts to her pussy. She felt the heat of his gaze all the way down. He loosened the ties of his braies, but left them on as he gathered her chemise up in his hands. He paused at the juncture of her thighs, pressing his nose into the wet curls of her pussy and inhaling deeply.

  “Your scent tantalizes me more than you’ll ever know, sa cherro.” He dragged his tongue over her sensitive skin, and she lost all coherent thought.

  Hot pleasure flowed from her pussy throughout her body, warming her as it went. He followed the heat upward with his kisses, pushing her chemise ahead of him until it bunched at her throat. He paused long enough to suckle her nipples before rearing back and pulling the garment away. Each kiss branded her skin, increasing her core temperature until the wet spring air no longer affected her, but she shivered with the hot desire radiating from his attention to her nipples.

  “Are you cold, sa cherro?”

  “No, Jon, you warm more than just my heart.”

  Jon chuckled as he settled his chest against the soft swells of her breasts. She loved the weight and heat of him, mixing with the tickling touches of his beard and lips at her shoulder. He licked a hot swath up to her ear, and her pussy clenched with desperate need. Isabelle cocked her head to the side, offering him unrestricted access, yearning for something, but uncertain as to what.

  “Oh, sa cherro, you smell wonderful and taste even better.” He nipped her neck and soothed the pain with a swipe of his hot tongue. “Do you really wish to taste my cock?”

  She huffed a little. “Is this so strange?”

  “It isn’t something I’d expect of a virginal good girl.” His eyes flashed with mischievous intent.

  She gave him her best smirk. “I’m no longer a virgin, Jon. And mayhap, I’ve never been a good girl.”

  “Wanton wench!” He laughed and sat up, dragging his hand down her body until his fingers rested at the damp curls on her mound. “I love that about you, Belle.” He brought his hand to his mouth and licked her juices from his fingers, sending more flooding to her labia. “So wet for me. I think I need to taste.”

  “Oh, please, Jon.”

  He nodded and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his braies then slid them off his hips and swollen cock. Isabelle licked her lips in anticipation, and he chuckled darkly.

  “I love it when you do that, Belle.” Jon settled down beside once more, but he laid his head on her thigh, and his turgid shaft brushed her shoulder. “It makes me so hard for you.” He speared his fingers into her damp curls, massaging the hard little point of nerves near her nether lips.

  “Oh Goddess, Jon. What is that you do? It makes me burn.” She arched her hips up, seeking more pressure.

  “This?” He touched her again, and fiery pleasure seared her mind. She moaned and nodded hard. “This, my wanton wench, is your pearl, your clitoral nubbin I happily suckle. Much like I hope you’ll suckle my cock.”

  His words sent her mind into spirals of primal joy as he stroked her lips and clit with his fingers, his breath heating her thigh. Isabelle grabbed her nipples and tugged on them as he pushed her arousal higher. Then he stopped, and she opened her eyes to stare down her body at him.

  “Let me share this pleasure with you, Belle. Turn on your side to face me.”

  He helped her roll onto her side and opened his legs until she could rest her head on his thigh. The earthy scent of his musk filled her nose, and she couldn’t help but nuzzle the soft, crinkly hair surrounding his sac. Jon moaned and rubbed her mound until she looked back down at him.

  “So sweet and wanton, my Belle.” He gave her a heavy-lidded look of approval, and her pussy clenched with anticipation. “Now, open your legs for me.” She spread her thighs wide, and he draped one leg over his side. “I’m going to feast on your sweet quim while you suckle my cock. Take the head into your mouth whenever you wish.”

  “That’s all I need do?” She met his gaze as she grasped his heavy shaft. Her mouth watered with the idea of licking the small bead of liquid at the tip. “Are you sure?”

  He chuckled. “As long as you don’t use your teeth, you’re free to do as you wish. As for myself, I’ll be enjoying your sweetness.” Then he turned his head and sealed his mouth to her pussy lips.

  Sweet agony flared throughout her pussy as his tongue slid over her sensitive skin. She opene
d her mouth to gasp, and her lips brushed against the hot, silken flesh of his tip. His cock flexed in her grip and Jon groaned, pausing in his ministrations at her core.

  Emboldened by his response, she moved the tip into her mouth and sealed her lips around the head. An earthy and tangy flavor hit her tongue, reminding Isabelle of her favorite mead, and she immediately wanted more. She scrubbed her tongue over the hot, smooth skin, sucking at the plum-sized head, and Jon growled so low it rumbled through her pussy and made it clench.

  “Sweet Goddess, Belle. You’re magnificent.” Jon’s voice drifted up from between her legs, but before she could answer, his tongue found her clit, and he stole her breath.

  Not to be outdone, she rubbed her tongue around the flared head, exploring the rough texture. When Jon suckled hard on her clit, she tightened her grip on his shaft with her hand and slid his cock deeper into her mouth. Nearly gagging when the tip hit her throat, she swallowed hard, and Jon moaned as his cock flexed, spurting pre-cum against her tongue.

  “Bloody hell. Do that again.”

  Jon’s whispered words against her pussy made her womb clench, but she swallowed again. He thrust his hardened cock into her mouth so deep she could do nothing more than moan. When he pushed his fingers into her pussy and licked her clit, she squealed around his solid flesh.

  “That’s it, sa cherro. Take my cock and my fingers.” His husky voice sparked more arousal, and she pushed her hips against his hand. “Let me fill you everywhere.” He dropped his lips to her pussy and suckled her clit as he thrust his fingers into her.

  The idea of him filling her entirely sparked excitement, and she rubbed her tongue over his shaft as she writhed in his grip. Scorching pleasure built within her, stealing her sanity and making her whimper. Jon increased the speed of the thrusts of his fingers, sucking hard on her clit.

  Isabelle lost her grip on his cock, and it pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, thumping her gently in the nose. A wail erupted from her throat, and she clutched her hands into his thick hair as he feasted on her folds, stroking her hard.

  “Sweet mercy, Jon. Harder. Harder!”

  Each stroke built her arousal higher, making her squirm beneath his onslaught. His hands clamped to her hips, holding them still as he sucked her clit into his mouth and tormented it with his tongue.

  “Oh, Goddess, Jon! You’re going to make me…make me—”

  He pulled his mouth away long enough to growl, “Come?”

  “Aye!”

  His chuckle reverberated against her sensitive flesh and sent her careening over the edge of ecstasy, rocking on his fingers. Pleasure ricocheted through her, tingling her limbs and tightening her chest. Her hands fisted in his hair as she wailed her delight, and the stars seemed to shiver above her.

  Jon lapped at her all the way through her release, moaning deep in his throat with satisfaction as she gently settled back into the cloak-covered nest of pine needles. The sounds of the evening returned, the rain pattering against the tress, the fire growling gaily, and even the crackle of the needles under her. Scents of pine resin and satisfied female intruded, mixing with the smell of warm, excited male. She’d never noticed so many scents before, but she welcomed each and every one of them as Jon rose over her, his eyes blazing with lustful need.

  “Thank you, my lovely Dragon.”

  Jon’s eyes sparked with pleased desire.

  “Oh, we’re not done yet, sa cherro,” he rumbled as he pulled her up against his chest. “I have a need to see those lovely breasts in my face as you ride my cock.”

  Isabelle blinked as he rolled her on top of him, settling her still-clenching pussy against his balls. The heat of his sac tickled the sensitive skin of her pussy lips, and she squirmed to feel new arousal building from the caresses. She glanced down to where his cock lay against his hard stomach between them, and ran her fingers over the hot, glistening skin. It flexed against her stoke, and he moaned.

  She loved the sounds he made when she touched him, sparking her pleasure as much as when he fondled her own body. He reached for her hand and wrapped it around his cock, his gaze meeting hers. The blazing blue made her womb clench, and she swallowed hard at the fire she read there. She wanted that fire inside her.

  Now.

  “Come to me, Belle.”

  She braced her hands against the needles at his shoulders then rocked her hips, dragging her wet cleft along the length of his hot rod. They both moaned at the same time, and she reveled in her power to bring him pleasure. Wetness coated him, increasing the sensation on her swollen lips. She loved the feeling of the hairs at his groin tickling her clit, and her arousal spiked again.

  “I need you, Jon. Oh, Goddess, I need you so much.”

  “Then take me, Belle. I’m yours.”

  Jon lifted her with one hand on her hip, grasping his hard shaft with his other and pressing the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Then he let go, and she slid onto him with an ecstatic wail. He keened his own pleasure as he settled into her heat.

  “Ride me hard, sa cherro,” he snarled, his eyes blazing with lustful arousal. “Ride me until we set the heavens ablaze with our love.”

  His erotic words fired her blood, and she rocked on him, reveling in the heat and pleasure burning through her core. Goddess of all, how had she managed to do without this in her life for so long? No wonder males sought it out whenever they could. No wonder whores did so well!

  “Look at me, Isabelle!” Jon commanded, and she realized she’d closed her eyes.

  Staring down into his lupine-blue depths, she lost herself in the loving and passionate inferno of his gaze.

  “You’re mine, for all time.”

  “Aye.” Isabelle nodded.

  “Say it, Belle! Tell me you’re mine. Tell me there will be no one else.”

  “I’m yours, Jon, always only yours.”

  “Yessssss!” He roared and slammed up into her.

  She squeezed hard with her inner muscles and whined as she leaned forward to drag her clit against his hard length, sending fire through her core. Jon pulled back and thrust again, sealing his lips around her nipple and sucking hard. She squealed and rocked harder on his shaft, needing more.

  “Bite me, Jon!”

  The look of feral joy he gave her ignited her release, and he pulled her down to his chest as he thrust once more. He opened his mouth and sank his teeth into her shoulder, blending hot pain with exquisite pleasure.

  Isabelle shot into the sky, toppling over the precipice of bliss as Jon’s cock hardened within her core before spilling his seed. Blinding ecstasy seared her, shooting her higher until pleasure was all she could hear, taste, smell, and feel. The world faded from her awareness, and she floated, lost in the rightness of Jon’s embrace.

  Kisses rained down over her breasts and shoulders, bringing her back to her body and the man who lay between her legs. Sounds of the world around her returned to her ears and little clearing beneath the stone ruins sparkled as if Fae magic had settled a veil over them.

  “I love you, Belle,” he whispered, his gaze soft with his emotions.

  “I love you, too, Jon.”

  “I think you can call me by my full name now that you’re my wife and mate.”

  Isabelle raised an eyebrow. “What’s your full name?”

  “Jonarrion Swiftwind.”

  “Jonarrion.” The name slid over her tongue like spiced cider, hot and sweet. “’Tis a beautiful name, and it fits you better than Jon.”

  “Think so, do you?”

  “Aye.”

  “Almost as beautiful as Isabelle Swiftwind.”

  Pleasure and excitement bloomed within her chest, radiating out from her heart to spill through her system in shivers. The echoes of his words swirled around them with joy and blended with the sweet crackling of the fire as if the Goddess Herself approved. Isabelle squirmed on Jon’s lap, and he hissed a breath as her pussy clamped down on his shaft.

  “Do you like that, sa cherro?”
His expression showed his amusement beneath the arousal.

  “Aye, ’tis the best name I have ever had.” Her eyes brimmed with tears.

  “Hey now, my beauty, there’s no need for tears.” He reached up and smoothed the liquid from her cheeks

  “Forgive me. ’Tis my happiness leaking from my eyes.”

  Jonarrion’s face creased into a warm smile. “I don’t mind that kind of tears. I hope to drive you to them often from now on.”

  She hiccupped her laugh. “Will you, now?”

  “Oh, aye.” He thrust his hips again, and his cock hardened inside her. “I will drive you to tearful pleasure every moment I can.”

  Isabelle cocked her head and smirked down at him. “I’d like to see that, Jonarrion.”

  “I can’t show you, my lady. I can merely make you.” He rocked his hips harder, his eyes blazing with hot desire.

  “Oooohhh, aye. Make me sob, my dragon!”

  He growled deep in his chest and sealed his lips around hers before thrusting her world back into liquid ecstasy.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The glorious wedding took place at midsummer, and even the weather cooperated. While not cloudless, the sun beamed down on Sara MacArthur nee Andersen and her new husband, Thomas, as they made their vows before the village elders and almighty God. Sarah smiled until her cheeks hurt as she exited the Kirk with Thomas. She’d finally married a good man and earned the freedom to keep her own house, away from Lochmore Cott.

  Thomas never showed much emotion on his face, but she read quiet satisfaction written in every motion as he guided her through the marriage dances, fed her pieces of the luscious cake made by Marie MacClanahan, and sat beside her throughout the reception. The flowers decorating the Careless Wench tavern complimented those woven into her hair. Their scents perfumed the air, almost completely covering the underlying stench of sweat, lye, and rancid spilled ale.

  She wouldn’t miss the place.

  The only sorrow in her heart on her wedding day was the loss of her older sister, Isabelle. Sarah had hoped both her sisters could stand beside her and offer their blessings and congratulations on her new life. Mary had been there, but Isabelle had disappeared months earlier, right around the same time the dragon had stopped raiding the village. Her father and the elders swore it was because they’d cast Isabelle out. They’d changed history and said she must have been a witch, attracting the dragon to them, and when she’d gone, so had the dragon. Sarah’s heart still clenched, and her tears threatened each time she recalled how their father had thrown her out into the street.