Ivoth (Scifi Alien Weredragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 7)

by Celia Kyle

  “You are awake and well.” Whelon drew nearer until he towered above her beside the ryaapir unit. “The treatment was a success.” He poked and prodded at the datapad in his hand before looking to her once more. “As for the rest…” His attention bounced between her and Ivoth and back again. “Any changes?”

  “We’re experiencing the Knowing,” she confirmed, unable to suppress her wide, beaming smile as she said the words.

  She’d wanted him for months, and now she had him. Oh, she had him before the procedure, but now she’d never have to worry about him matching with someone else.

  “Congratulations.” Whelon tipped his head and then strode to the end of the ryaapir unit. He poked the device, the display that hovered above her changing with each press and prod. The images flickered, flipping from one view to another before the Healing Master finally ceased and met her gaze. “You are healthy and whole. There is no sign of Pol Mutation.”

  Elle’s lower lip trembled and she licked her lips, nibbling the lower one to try and stave off the trembling and tears that threatened. “It’s done? Gone?”

  “Yes. Completely and with a treatment easily duplicated for others.” The male stared at her, his expression that of a friend instead of a healer. “You are well and newly mated. I am sure there are other things you would prefer over laying in a ryaapir unit.”

  “I can…” She flicked her gaze to Ivoth, then back to Whelon.

  “No.” Ivoth caught her meaning and replied first.

  “Yes.” Whelon’s voice overlaid her mate’s. While Ivoth fell silent after the single word, Whelon continued. “As long as your mate remains aware of your condition and reports any changes, you are able to enjoy any activity you desire.”

  And Elle had a specific activity in mind.

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  Ivoth hated himself. He was a poor excuse for a Preor warrior and completely without honor. He was lower than gorsch—shit. In truth, he deserved to be tossed from the training platform in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico and sent to his death within a group of Earth sharks. He was not worth life and should not share Elle’s air.

  Because by the skies how he wanted her. His cock hardened with the first teasing scent of her arousal in medical and had remained so. Even now, standing within her—their?—assigned condo, he ached for her. His cock throbbed in time with the beat of his heart, and his every thought was centered on becoming one with her.

  Yes, he was truly lower than gorsch. She’d only just awoken from a healing sleep and now he wished to pounce on her.

  No, he wished to do more than pounce. Much more.

  And she knew what he desired. They were tied—by the Knowing, by their minds—and she was aware of what he craved.

  Craved, but he would not allow himself to indulge.

  He stood just within the entry of the condo, not moving past the front entryway because he did not trust himself. He listened as she moved around the apartment, her steps slow and sure. While he listened he also stared at his wayward cock. His hardness strained his katoth pants, fighting against the tanned hide.

  “She was recently ill,” he spoke to his wred. “She only just woke. She requires much rest and healing.” He remained firm and aching. His cock did not care about Elle’s recent illness. It only cared about finding her center. “It would be dishonorable to take advantage.”

  “Ivoth?” Her tinkling voice reached out for him, and he knew she smiled even before he met her sparkling gaze. “Are you talking to yourself?”

  “No.” He was speaking to a part of himself. He did not believe it was the same.

  “Hmmm…” She padded forward and he gave himself permission to look his fill. It did her no harm to look. He simply would not touch.

  Which seemed easier in his mind than in truth.

  Elle slowly made her way to him. Her hips swayed gently, while the fabric of her clothing pulled taut across her plump breasts as she moved. Her pale brown hair hung loose and flowed past her shoulders, the strands seeming to call for his touch. And her eyes… He wished to lose himself there in the chocolate brown orbs.

  His wred pulsed even harder, his balls tight and hard against his body. He was driven to mate, to take, and claim, but he would not.

  He still had honor. He did.

  Somewhere.

  Elle did not stop until her body rested mere inches from his. His hands tingled with the need to touch—to explore—and he curled them into tight fists. He would remain strong.

  As long as she did not lay her hands on him, he would—

  She laid her small hands on him. He sucked in a quick breath and sought to think of anything other than Elle’s glorious body and filling her with his cock. Otherwise, he’d spill himself like a hatchling before he even removed his clothing.

  She rested her palms on his chest, bare skin on bare skin. She skimmed his chest to his shoulders and then down his arms until she reached his wrists. From there, she caressed his flat stomach, fingers teasing the waist of his pants. No, not just there, also the deeply carved lines at his hips, gentle touch taunting the flesh so close to where he needed her most.

  “Ivoth,” she whispered, as an endearment, a plea, and a promise. She licked her lips, plump mounts glistening with saliva. He wanted to kiss her again, wanted to explore her tastes and memorize each different flavor. But he had honor somewhere inside himself, and Elle need to be cared for, not pounced on.

  “Ivoth, I want to kiss you.”

  He moaned and closed his eyes, dropping his head forward while he prayed for Syh’s blessing. “Shaa…” he rasped and swallowed hard, trying to clear his throat. “Elle, you cannot push a warrior so. I have a strong need, and you are a stronger temptation.”

  And Ivoth admitted that, in the face of his mate, he was a very, very weak male.

  “Shaa kouvi.” Her warm, moist breath fanned his hot chest, and he didn’t care to open his eyes. She nearly pushed him beyond his control. If he saw her, eyes filled with desire, he would lose himself in her. “Let me kiss you.”

  “Elle…” He did not trust himself to call her shaa kouva. “I crave you like no other, but…”

  “If I kiss you, if I make love to you, then there’s nothing to feel guilty about, is there?”

  “Logical,” he murmured.

  Her lips skated over one of his nipples and he shuddered, unable to remain still. “Let me, Ivoth. Let your mate explore you. Let your mate love you.”

  Love.

  He opened his eyes and met her desirous stare. “I will lose all honor if I…”

  “Which is why you’ll let me.” Her talented fingers went to the closure of his pants, working at the lacing and loosening the tight katoth. “You’ll let me claim you, and when you see that I’m well, you’ll claim me.”

  “How can a female claim a…”

  In a series of fluid movements, she answered his question before he fully asked. The closure was gone, katoth nimbly lowered, and then Elle was on her knees before him. Those chocolate eyes met his, and he found nothing but love there, followed by a soul-deep craving.

  His cock sprung free of the katoth, tanned hide releasing him, and blood rushed into his length. He groaned with the release of pressure, the ease of the pinching a welcome relief. Then he groaned for another reason.

  Elle wrapped her small hand around his shaft, fingers curling to encircle his thickness. He imagined her stroking him, teasing, and learning the textures of his cock. But what she did was nothing like what he imagined.

  She leaned forward, lips parted, and…

  “Elle.” He hardly got the word past his lips, and then he had nothing to say. Not when her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, moist heat enveloping the spongy head while she lapped at his thickness.

  It was not the end of her gifts. She released him only to take more of him into her mouth. She swallowed his length in gentle glides of her mouth along his cock. She tasted every inch of his dick, traveling up and down his thick length over and over again.
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  And Ivoth could do nothing but fall back against the door. He moaned and groaned, growling and encouraging her to take more of him. He needed her to lick and suck his cock, to cup his balls and gently explore the source of his pleasure. He let his eyes flutter closed, and then his body moved of its own volition. His hips rocked back and forth, fucking his mate’s pretty mouth with short strokes.

  He ached to spill himself inside her, to coat her in his seed.

  But he would not. Not yet. For now, he tormented himself with holding his release at bay while enjoying her attentions.

  Ivoth rocked back and forth, Elle’s every moan traveling up the length of his dick, and he was sure he’d find his release at any moment. She cradled his balls in one palm, caressing him gently, while her other hand wrapped around his slick hardness. She stroked his cock in time with her mouth, and he could not believe the joy he found in his mate’s touch.

  She slid up his shaft and released him with a soft pop. The room’s cool air bathed him, but her presence kept him warm. Her lips teased the tip, a white droplet of seed gathering at the slit, and she lapped up the small drop with her tongue.

  “Elle, you taste me.” Disbelief and feral need filled his voice.

  She merely gave him a teasing smile and…

  And took him into her mouth once more. She swallowed his length, not stopping until her nose teased the base of his dick. He was inside her—wholly, fully.

  But not in the way he desired most.

  “Elle…” Brown eyes flicked upward to meet his stare. “I need.”

  His dragon’s voice filled those words, putting even more meaning into them. She had driven him beyond honor, and now all he could experience was need.

  Elle released him from her mouth once more and he whined. He would never admit to such a thing, but he whined over the loss of her mouth.

  She spoke against the skin of his pulsing length. “Let me give you what you need.”

  And Syh damn him, he did. “Please.”

  Elle found herself lifted from the floor and cradled in Ivoth’s arms, his grip secure and hold gentle as he carried her through the condo. He focused on their path while she focused on him—on the wanting she sensed through their connection. He wanted her so bad he hurt, and it was a hurt she wanted to soothe. Repeatedly. Forever.

  Her pussy clenched and she shuddered, the wave of pleasure sliding along her spine not allowing her to remain still. Her pussy was wet, soaking her panties with proof of her need—wet and achy, and the desperate edge of need refused to be banished.

  Soon they were in the primary bedroom, the space large and airy, built to be occupied by a Preor male.

  And his mate.

  Ivoth carefully deposited her on the bed, his movements slow and gentle as he placed her where he desired. Gentle still while he peeled layers of fabric from his body. She’d gotten used to seeing so much of Ivoth—the Preor uniform not leaving much to the imagination—but now she worried about what he thought about her. Was she too curvy in some places? Too flat in others? Too jiggly over—

  “By Syh, you are gorgeous.” Yellow eyes skated over her body, caressing her with his heated stare. Then finally, he focused on her. Not just Ivoth, but his dragon’s soul as well. “Glorious. Perfect. Mine.”

  His yellow eyes flashed red with that final word, the dragon ensuring she knew exactly how it felt.

  She was perfect to him and his.

  And that was enough for her. Enough to give herself to his passionate need. “Then claim me.”

  No hesitation, no second guesses. Not just because the Knowing manifested, but because even before that, she loved Ivoth.

  She loved this warrior.

  “Shaa kouva.” His gaze softened, eyes flickering green for a moment as he repositioned himself. They stayed that deep color while he settled between her thighs, and it remained when he flexed his hips and stroked her intimate flesh with his thick length.

  He propped himself on his hands, bracing himself above her while he rolled his hips. Each movement slid that hot length along the seam of her sex lips. She shuddered and moaned with the caresses, her pussy pulsating with burgeoning arousal. She trembled, muscles no longer her own as her body sought relief.

  And Ivoth still toyed with her, stroking her pussy with his cock. His heavily veined shaft slipped between her sex lips and taunted her very center. He shifted his position, the blunt tip of his dick kissing the opening of her pussy. He slipped in and out of that hole, dipping an inch into her sheath before retreating once more. He tormented her with the barely-there penetration, and Elle sobbed with her need.

  “Please. Please.”

  “Shaa kouva.” His voice came out as a growling whisper. Scales slipped into existence, shades of green replacing tanned flesh as he tormented them both. “What do you desire?”

  “You.” Her answer came in an instant. “Only you.”

  That seemed to be all the permission he needed to finish what they’d started.

  Ivoth surged forward, thrusting hard and deep into her plump, waiting pussy. His dick stroked her inner walls, arousal and pleasure scraping her nerves in his wake. He pushed as deep as he could, not stopping until their hips met.

  “Mine.” He stared at her with glowing yellow eyes and bared his fangs as he spoke, daring her to disagree. She never would.

  “Yes,” she hissed in return, appealing to that part of him.

  Ivoth grunted in satisfaction and then gave her what she truly wanted—needed. He slowly withdrew and then thrust forward once more, shaking her with the fierceness of his movement. He did it again, retreating only to sink balls deep in her pussy.

  “Hot. Wet.” He thrust in and out, fucking her with his thick, hard cock. She moaned and groaned, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. Their bodies slammed together, the lewd sounds of damp flesh hitting flesh filling the air. Their moans and groans joined in, creating a passionate symphony of pure pleasure.

  “Tight,” he rasped, and her pussy tightened around his dick once more. She rippled around his invasion, core practically begging for him to find his pleasure inside her. “Mine.”

  Elle shuddered and whined, her body enjoying his claiming way too much. She cupped her breasts and tugged on her hard nipples, pinching the nubs and taunting herself with an extra edge of pain with her pleasure.

  And Ivoth caused so much fucking pleasure.

  “More. Need.” She panted and moaned, groaning in between his fierce thrusts. “Fuck me. Ivoth.”

  He redoubled his efforts, pounding her hard, sinking deeper and deeper into her wet sheath. He growled and grunted with each thrust, with every meeting of their hips. He tilted his hips, changing the angle of his penetration and—

  “Fuck! There!” Elle screamed, the head of his cock skating over her G-spot, and she thought she’d die with the pleasure he gave her. “More. More. More…”

  She needed so much more. Longer. Deeper. Harder.

  “Ivoth. Fuck my pussy!” She begged and pleaded, laying herself open for him and holding nothing back. She rippled around him, the pleasure of their passion growing inside her. It wrapped around her clit, invisible hands stroking the small bundle of nerves until she lost complete control of her body.

  And then… Then he growled and somehow increased his pace, giving her more and more. She whined and tossed her head back and forth, unsure if she wanted to crawl closer to him or run away.

  But it didn’t matter because he wasn’t letting her go. “You will come on my cock, shaa kouva. You. Will.”

  She wanted to. Wanted to so badly. She pinched and tugged on her nipples, the pain adding the perfect edge to the bliss encasing her at that moment. It grew and stretched with very breath and soon it would engulf her completely.

  Soon. Soon. Soon.

  “Need. Gonna. Want.” She wasn’t sure what she tried to say, but somehow Ivoth knew. Knew that she needed him to nudge her hand aside and capture a nipple with his mouth. That she needed him to suck hard and scrap
e his fang across the nub. That she needed him to pin her to the bed and hold her still while he ravaged her.

  She’d turned into a ball of pleasure and ecstasy, a rolling mass of pure pleasure that was going to crash over her at any moment. It was too much, too big, and wide and deep and…

  “Come. For. Me.” Three more sharp thrusts and Elle… Elle came. Her back arched, pussy squeezing his cock tight while her muscles spasmed and tightened around his thickness. Her toes curled, body overtaken by the pleasure. It skated over her nerves, caressing her blood and lighting it aflame with his passion.

  Then it only got better. Better as Ivoth’s pace faltered, his hips jerking in an uneven rhythm while he panted and groaned until… Until warmth bathed her inner walls. He roared with his release, cum filling her with proof of his pleasure, and that made her orgasm spark to life once again. Another small orgasm snaked through her blood, snatching control for a moment while it took hold of her.

  She moaned and whimpered, his every move driving her crazy with its strength, and she couldn’t wait to… To get fucked all over again.

  Deep. Hard. Forever.

  Elle relaxed into the bed, welcoming Ivoth’s weight atop her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers teasing the top of his wing base, and she wondered if she could make him come with teasing his wings alone.

  “Do you believe me now?”

  “Hmmm?” Ivoth sounded drugged and sleepy.

  “Aro la kaosado,” Elle whispered. “Do you believe me now?”

  He grunted, his whole body moving with the short sound. His cock flexed inside her sheath and she moaned, enjoying the feel of his thickness. “I do. But do you believe me, aro la kaosado? Or shall I show you once more?”

  Oh, she believed him, but… she already craved him again.

  “Show me.” She rolled her hips, taking his hardening cock as deep as she could. “Show me.”

  Show her for eternity.

  27

  Elle was going to be sick. Yes, any moment now what little she’d eaten for breakfast would decorate the conference table in a rainbow of half-digested grossness that would surely send everyone running for the door.