by Celia Kyle
Rendan moaned, hips rocking and rising to press tightly against her pussy. That movement wrenched a moan from her, and she shuddered with the pleasure that shot through her.
And all she’d done was run one finger between his wings. The Knowing assured her there was even more in store if she explored his flight lines, traced the delicate bones in the webbing and gently scraped her nails along the upper joint.
All things Preor males enjoyed. All things that would make her mate lose control.
She twined her tongue with his, resting more of her weight on his lap, and then… explored.
She ran her fingers over the strong lines of his wings, digits gliding along scaled flesh and delicate bones. Rendan trembled and growled, his groans lost beneath his dragon’s sounds. Tiny pricks of pain attacked her, the skin on her hips burning with a growing ache. At the same time, long fangs nipped her lower lip, the sharp tips pricking her.
He’d adopted more than just his dragon’s sounds. It was as if that part of him wanted to be present for their lovemaking.
Yesss… The hiss that filled her mind sounded like Rendan and yet… not.
And rather than turn her off, her desire doubled, the idea that she’d pushed him so close to the edge of control spurring her need.
Carla reached the upper joint of his wings, tracing circles on the vulnerable flesh, and that seemed to be what pushed him over the edge. The room whirled, Rendan’s hands rough and at the same time gentle as he spun and tossed her to the center of the bed. They lost contact for a split second while she bounced and then he was there, his body nestled between her spread thighs.
His hard dick once more settled against her pussy, his body rolling as he purposefully caressed her with his hardened length. He flexed again, and again, rubbing his shaft along her cloth-covered slit. Her body heated, her craving for him warming her blood. Her pussy ached, sheath clenching on air, silently begging to be filled with his hard cock.
Fuck, she wanted that—wanted him. Deep. Hard. Long.
Forever.
That strange voice filled her mind once more. Yesss…
That word was followed by a pleased rumble that seemed to reach into her body and caress her very soul.
She reached for his wings once more, arms stretching, hands wide as she sought his scaled flesh. Only to have him lift and spread them, pulling them out of reach.
“Rendan,” she whined. Just as he found pleasure with her touch, she found pleasure in touching him. She wanted to kiss and explore every inch of those massive wings. But he wouldn’t let her.
“Shh… shaa kouva.”
The endearment sent a tiny shiver down her spine, the words resonating in her soul.
Shaa kouvi… She projected the words at him, returning his heartfelt declaration.
Are you, Carla?
She knew what he asked, more than a small hint of hope filling his mental voice. Was she? Problems aside, how did she feel about the massive Preor male between her thighs. The male who could overwhelm her—overpower her—without breaking a sweat.
Yes, he could, but she didn’t think he ever would. It’d be a betrayal and Rendan had more honor than anyone she’d ever met.
Was he her beloved?
Yes.
That single word seemed to shatter the floodgates that’d kept him under control. Whatever hint of restraint he’d had disappeared in an instant and her world transformed into one of ripping cloth and ruined katoth. Soon cool air bathed her overheated body, the soft breeze caressing her wet pussy. Goosebumps rose along her arms, body reacting to the cold and desperate craving at the same time.
She stared at her mate, his body fully exposed to her. She saw all of his cinnamon skin, his thick muscles, his strong wings, and… his large cock. He was long and thick, thicker than any human man she’d ever been with. A droplet of cum decorated the tip, the liquid white and oh so tempting. Would he taste like heat and spice? Or would he be sweet and seductive?
She licked her lips, mouthwatering at the idea of savoring his flavors. Then he truly teased her, fingers wrapping around his dick as he palmed his shaft. He stroked himself, root to tip and back again, squeezing just beneath the flared head. He repeated the motion a third time, then a fourth, before swiping his thumb across the glistening tip.
She whimpered, aching for him, desperate for him. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, desperate for a better look as he pleasured himself. If he’d just let her…
Rendan released himself and reached for her, fingers curled and thumb sticking out. Sticking out so she could have a taste…
Is this what you desire, shaa kouva?
She nodded, lips parting so she could sample the very essence of her mate. Please.
Please, please, please.
He gently slipped his thumb into her mouth and she groaned with the musky taste of Rendan’s arousal. The flavors burst across her taste buds, dancing along her tongue and finally disappearing down her throat. She suckled his thumb, imagining it was his cock, pretending she sucked him deep into her mouth until her nose was buried in the soft skin at the base of his cock. She’d suck him until he roared her name, until he could think of nothing but her.
Not this time, shaa kouva.
Shaa kouvi, she whined, her gaze colliding with his. She begged him with her eyes, needing more than the small sampling.
Next time. I swear it. He pulled his thumb free of her mouth and she gave him one final, hard suck before releasing him. She ached for more of his taste but knew he’d keep his promise.
My mate has needs only I can fulfill. He leaned over her, his hands tracing her skin. He ran his palms along her calves, skimming her knees, and then teasing her thighs. I would be a poor mate if I did not pleasure her fully.
He traced that sensitive area where thigh and hip met, so near to her closely cropped curls, but not near enough.
You are so hot, shaa kouva. A mixture of Rendan’s deep bass and his dragon’s harsh rasp filled her mind. Your thasiq burns for me.
Yes, her thasiq—her pussy—burned for him. Her entire body burned for him.
Please, shaa kouvi. The endearment flowed easily now. No longer hesitant and unsure.
Rendan was her beloved. Period. And now that she’d accepted that, she would take him—keep him.
She would make a life with him.
She spread her legs farther, opening herself fully, exposing her inner lips to the room’s cool air. Rendan’s eyes flared with the new sight and a sense of animalistic need flowed through their connection.
Carla lifted one hand and teased the valley between her breasts, trailing her fingers down her body, over the curve of her stomach, and then brought them to rest above her slit.
Shaa kouvi… The words were a husky murmur. Please.
His gaze remained riveted to the juncture of her thighs, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, and scales rippled over his shoulders. The pink hue appeared, sliding across his chest, and disappeared just as quickly. But they were visible long enough to express his bone-deep need.
She fingered the very top of her slit, toying with that small patch of skin that led to her clit. She didn’t dare go farther, afraid she’d come without him deep inside her. Already she teetered on the edge of release, his intent looks and delicious flavors enough to push her to the precipice. And with each second, each inhale of his scent, she drew even nearer to orgasm.
Please. She didn’t care that she begged him, that her voice held more than a hint of a whine. She was empty—aching—and needed her mate. Please.
Rendan traced that curve of her leg, thumb sliding up and down, so close to her pussy but not close enough. He fisted his cock with his other hand, pumping his dick in a slow, easy rhythm. But his eyes? They were focused on her pinkness—on that slick, desperate part of her body that needed him most.
“I will claim you, shaa kouva.” Smoke escaped his nose as he spoke, reptilian eyes overtaking his round pupils. “I will fill you and claim you before y
ou have the chance to flee.”
Another waft of smoke, the pale clouds smelling of fire and man, and she shivered with the jolt of pleasure those scents caused. He probably saw his words as a threat, but Carla thought of them as a promise. A promise of a life together—a long life together.
“By Earth treaty…” she murmured, softly urging him to begin the official statement. “I lay claim to Rendan sen Tarkan as kouvi to Carla Butler, now Carla joi Rendan Butler, nurse to the Preor Third Fleet.”
All hints of Rendan vanished with those words, his inner dragon snatching control until those pink scales took up residence on his shoulders. Those eyes became his inner beast’s, and his wings seemed to grow in breadth.
“Mine,” he snarled. Demanding. Possessive.
“Mine,” she hissed in return.
Then… then she could do nothing but scream. Not in pain, but in pure pleasure. Rendan’s gaze remained locked on her, but his body went into motion. He lowered and angled his hips, pressing the head of his cock against the opening of her pussy. Then, in one smooth thrust, he was inside her—stretching her, filling her, possessing her.
She arched, gasping with the sudden wave of ecstasy that consumed her blood. A fire started inside her, sparking and dancing along her nerves with that single motion. Her mate growled low, grunting as their hips met, as his dick fully speared her.
Tight, shaa kouva. He withdrew and thrust forward again. Wet.
Carla groaned, lost in the first rushes of bliss. Hot. She tipped her hips, needing him deeper. Thick.
So thick he stretched her almost to the point of pain. Almost. Instead, it was just enough to stroke nerves she’d long forgotten. Nerves that sparked to life, caressed and teased by Rendan’s hard length, the swollen tip of his cock.
He withdrew and thrust again, slamming their hips together, grinding and rubbing against her sensitized clit. The bundle of nerves pulsed with the added sensation, with the aching need to be rubbed and flicked.
So he did it again, easing free of her cunt and then entering her swiftly again, creating a forceful, fierce pace that had her moaning and groaning with pleasure. Her breasts bounced with his every move and she cupped her lush mounds, fingers toying with her nipples. She pinched and squeezed, letting the sensations add to the pleasure her mate caused.
She gasped and moaned, lifting her hips to meet his, aching for more and more and more.
And Rendan gave it. He fucked her hard—fast and furious—and she reveled in every moment of his attentions. His fucking pushed her closer to the edge of release, urging her to the edge, prodding her to fly over the side and throw herself into the bliss.
Not yet. It was so much better if she waited. If she held out for as long as she could.
But he was so… fucking… good…
The sound of the wet slap of their bodies meeting filled the room, their harsh breathing adding to the passionate symphony. Those sounds were countered by their low whispers, their begging, their pleading with each other.
Her pussy rippled around him, milking his cock with a rhythmic clenching and release. As if that part of her begged for his cum.
Carla wrapped her legs around his waist, needing him deeper, wanting more of him.
Rendan gave her more. Rendan gave her everything she could ever wish for. He pounded into her pussy, his pace increasing, and she reveled in the new sensations, in the rapid rise of ecstasy.
Sweat dampened his brow, a light glistening that also coated his chest and dripped onto her skin. She’d smell like him—even more than she already did.
“Damn you to the skies, shaa kouva.” He growled the words, but she didn’t hear a hint of heat in the syllables. “Tight. Fukh.”
“Yes,” she moaned and bit her lip, fighting off the orgasm that nearly overwhelmed her. “Fuck me. Hard. Wanna come. Want you to come.”
God, she wanted to be covered in his scent, inside and out.
“Yesss…” Man and dragon spoke at once.
His reptilian eyes focused on her, their intensity both scary and alluring. He was so intent, so fixated, on her every expression.
And Carla didn’t hide from him. She let him see the pleasure she experienced, let her face reflect her body’s reactions to him.
When he increased his pace, pistoning in and out of her wet pussy, he saw what it did. He watched her, studied her while he sought a new tempo that would—
“Fuck! Rendan!” The angle of his hips changed, the head of his dick glancing over her G-spot over and over again. She moaned and whined, letting herself get lost in the tingles that coursed through her veins. She was aflame, his passion lighting her on fire, and she reveled in the burn.
Gonna. She couldn’t form words and spoke to him the only way she knew how. With the intimate connection of their minds. They both reached for their peaks, rising to the pinnacle and stretching to find that ultimate release. It began in Carla’s toes, digits curling while muscles tightened and tensed. That turned into trembles, shaking that seemed unending. Then there were the spasms, the delirious milking of Rendan’s thick dick while her clit twitched and pulsed.
Arousal scorched her veins, the bliss increasing with each breath until… Until that one last thrust had her freezing in place, his name on her lips while her entire body tensed. She stayed frozen, muscles tense and back bowed as the pleasure finally gathered in one singular balloon.
And the balloon popped. Ecstasy—bliss—exploded throughout her. Like a fireball bursting into the night sky, it lit her up with overwhelming joy. She trembled and jerked, body no longer her own, while the spasms of pleasure continued to overtake her from head to foot.
Rendan’s furious movements stretched out her orgasm, the pleasure rolling in tidal wave after wave of blinding pleasure. She whimpered and moaned, pulling and pushing on him. She wanted more and yet it was too much for her to handle. She needed yet hated and then needed even more.
Rendan… She pleaded with him. Why? She wasn’t sure. Not while the pleasure held her in its vise-like grip.
Shaa… kouva! His roar split the air, the sound bouncing off the walls and filling her mind at the same time. His pace stuttered, growing jerky and random and then a flood of heat filled her very center. He filled her with his cum, covering her in his scent both inside and out and she sighed.
Happiness overtook her, a sense of delirious relief and joy sliding into her mind as their bonds strengthened.
Panting and exhausted, Carla relaxed into the mattress, enjoying the feel of the softness at her back and Rendan’s hardness against her front. It was glorious and comforting, constricting yet freeing at once. She lifted her hands from her breasts and twined her fingers behind his neck, toying with the damp strands of his hair.
Shaa kouvi… she mentally whispered the words—wondering if she’d ever get tired of saying them.
Not in this lifetime, shaa kouva. Not ever.
12
The tension clouding medical nearly suffocated Carla, the emotions pressing down on her the moment she stepped over the threshold. Her shoulders tightened, stomach clenching and skin tingling with the oppressive mood.
It was something she’d been able to do for years. Ever since her mother… Ever since her family narrowed to just her and her father, she’d learned to sense changes and adapt to them. It was more self-preservation than anything. Her father never physically abused her, but she’d still lived in fear. What would set him off? What would take her smiling dad from laughing to scowls?
Now, stepping into medical, she sensed banked violence and suppressed anger. The door whooshed shut behind her, cutting her off from the passageway—escape. She padded deeper into the space, moving to one of the stations to log in to the Preor data systems. She moved quietly, shoes barely making a sound, cautious and unwilling to draw attention to herself. She couldn’t become a target if no one knew she was present.
She softly typed in her access code, fingers moving over the slick pad from memory while she glanced around the s
pace. Low murmurs came from behind one of the last curtains, two males and a single female speaking in hushed tones. Hushed—yet furious—tones.
One of the males spoke louder than the other two—Chashan’s voice rising with his anger. “I will not stand for it. I will not—“
“Intrude on the choices of others.” Khaza—Chashan’s mate—interrupted with her soothing cadence.
“She—“
“Shaa kouvi…” The increasing volume lowered to a soft rumble, making it impossible to hear the argument.
An argument she had no place hearing. It wasn’t her deal and she hadn’t done anything to anger anyone. Tell that to her gut, though. It still twisted and turned, body trembling and shaking with the fury still clouding the space.
Sensitive. Her mother had called Carla her sensitive little girl.
She kinda wished she wasn’t so sensitive anymore. Like, at all. Then she could ignore the glare she received from Kozav as he stomped by and the look of disappointment Khaza flashed Carla as she headed for the exit.
She put her head down, focusing on prepping for the day instead of acknowledging the two. Her mind spun, brain bringing forward memory after memory of what she’d done in the last couple of days that could have upset someone so much. She hadn’t insulted anyone or argued or…
Chashan stomped into view, his boots pounding heavily against the floor as he rounded the curtain. He stuttered to a stop and stared at her, his scowl darker than the glare she got from Kozav. She swallowed hard, still frantically searching for any explanation for his mood.
That was another thing she hated about being sensitive. Her instant reaction to confrontations was generally an instant feeling of guilt—a need to apologize.
Except when I argued with Rendan. He was the exception to her “it must be my fault” response.
Too bad that attitude didn’t extend to others.
Well, until he told her what she’d done to deserve his fury, she’d pretend his bad mood didn’t exist. And walk on eggshells, of course.
“Good morning, Healing Master,” she softly whispered the words, a gentle tone she’d often used with her dad. “Is there anything I can do to assist you?”
