by Lucas, Naomi
A sudden sharp intake of breath and a deep, terrifying growl sounds the air. A splash of water. Don’t look. Don’t give him the satisfaction. But I twist back anyway, finding Kaos directly within the stream of sunlight with the red comet glow beaming over him like a lover’s cape.
Whatever I was about to say is lost because it’s not a human male’s gaze piercing me with his ferocity, but a dragon hellbent on only one thing… Me.
His dark eyes flash green, muddling with the red. Sucking in my stomach, my senses shout: something is wrong! The glow blends with the pale green of his skin, darkening its shade but also lighting it up. It gives his long black hair glints of ruby, the ends floating in the water where they twist and dance like eels.
But my gaze stills on his body in its entirety. Having never seen his muscles so strained before, so tense that veins nearly pop from the surface, like something is trying to escape from him.
He’s fighting to keep it contained.
His hands wrench closed at his sides, and his wings go ramrod straight, spiking outward dangerously. Having felt them brush against me before—soft and sleek—they now have the appearance of weapons.
And his eyes—devilish and keen—serrate my soul, making me breathless. Hungry. Weak.
Wet, quaking, cold for his touch, his taste, his everything. The rich and musky scent of moss, so much more powerful than before, fills my nostrils, quickening my breaths. I need more.
Whatever is happening to him, is happening to me.
Shivers wrack my body. “Kaos?” I say his name hesitantly, hotly.
He takes a long stride toward me—all while staying within the red light. I scoot back, not because I want to, but because I’m fearing what’s about to happen.
“Come. Here. Or I will make you,” he says, low and hollow, his voice different and harsher than minutes ago; it eclipses my want and fills me with more fear, I don’t move. My palms slicken with sweat, and the spear shakes in my grip.
I can run, my mind roils. I can get down the cliff face—remembering what lays behind me. My mouth waters. Shaking everywhere now, my flight instincts begin screaming.
Rising to my feet, his gaze flares with passion, his muscles bunching even more. I take a slow step back and that cutting stare of his snaps to my feet. He releases a roar and lunges for me—and my stuttering instincts kick on. Pivoting around, I rush for the ledge.
But he’s too fast, too honed on his wants that his arms band around me right as I jump, yanking me back.
“Why are you doing this!?” I shriek as my makeshift spear is torn from my grip and falls with a clank on the stone.
His hands are everywhere on me all at once, pushing my clothes aside. Several bands tear as his large palms and fingers roam.
“Heat,” he rasps into my ear. “Mating heat.” He licks the curvy shell of my lobe, making every nerve and muscle of my sex knot. “I smell your pheromones, your arousal. Do not deny me, Issa,” he snarls against me, grazing his teeth and licking my hair, my inner ear, my cheek. “Your touch has bonded us, and now it is time to finish this!”
He shunts his hips against my butt, and his huge meaty prick slides across me. He’s lost his netted loincloth.
Grappling for purchase, and it’s so hard with his hands palming and touching my body—as if it’s his. I grasp his hands to stop him. “We’re not safe here.”
Kaos growls and spins me around, my feet haven’t touched the ground since he’s caught me. “Do you think I would let anything happen to you?”
I lick my lips. “And you?”
“What about me?”
“Would you protect me from yourself?” My eyes drop from his to stare at his chest. And as if his body couldn’t get harder, it does, turning to stone under my palms. His moods twist and ricochet in me, sensations that are at once my own, but not wholly, not anymore. Panting, I wait for his answer. If he waits any longer, I’m going to drown in the heady aura his body gives off and wilt away.
But he releases me. I nearly hate him for it. He sets me on my feet, moves back, and steps into the water. My breath is excruciating. My toes curl, stopping me from crying out, going after him, and pulling him back to me. I search his face as he slips back under the streak of red shining down.
His intensity returns tenfold as confusion hits me.
“Come to me, Issa. I will not ask again.” This time, his voice is rough and demanding. Full of desirous pain.
I know because I feel it too.
14
Kaos Burns
Sliding back into the cool water, I watch my human mate quake at the ledge, uncertainty and lust painting her face. She is wet from the water, wet for me. The smell of her arousal scents the air, pushing me to the edge of my control.
No matter how badly I want to take her and pin her down, to find the deep, heated spot of her again—to shove my shaft so fully in that nothing remains to deny our bond—I wait. Male dragons, even alphas—at least those of my ancestry—do not force femdragons to take them whether they are in heat or not. There is honor in being chosen, and if competition arises, fighting to the death for that honor.
Watching Issa’s toes curl in her open-foot armor, the need to slide my tongue and taste her there—to taste her everywhere—hits hard. I see myself tonguing her from foot to delicate ear, up and down until only her taste remains in my mouth. Until my saliva coats her skin everywhere.
Since I no longer have wings to hover out, to offer as cover and protection, I raise my hand to her instead, turning my palm upward and spanning out my fingers. Her gaze drops to them, studies them, but then her throat bobs as if she is swallowing hard. Swallowing me because I know my own arousal blooms in the space around us.
The comet glow sizzles my skin as I wait for her to choose me, pressuring me to relieve the terrible ache in my loins. Painful heat builds inside me, sliding down to gather heavily in my cock, and the chilling water does almost nothing to help.
Only Issa’s deep, my thoughts roar. Only she can take my pain away now. My hand begins to tremble between us.
Then she puts her fingers on her skin, hooks them under her weak coverings, and pulls them off. She does the same with her foot armor. Her toes curl again.
I slowly raise my gaze to find her wet, naked form standing before me, above me on the ledge, and though she’s not a dragon, my body responds wildly. Delicious, enchanting softness everywhere, my mouth waters.
A sliver of rage almost takes over, fury that I feel anything for this human… but it doesn’t last. No matter how hard I have fought for it to remain this past day, it doesn’t. She is not evil, I note. She is naïve. Young.
And she is mine now.
Possession, hot and ferocious, stabs my chest. The need to claim her and finish this builds high. And my gaze—deepest shadows!—my gaze will not stray from her soft mounds and peaked nipples. They are peaked for me, me! Not a young dragonling. Me.
I do not understand humankind, nor how they have survived for so long, but I find that I like their softness—Issa’s softness—a little too much.
Claim her before another male comes. Claim her before another dragon sees her worth and chooses humanity willingly!
She lowers herself into the water and a growl escapes me. Steam rises in my belly and pours from my nostrils as Issa stops right before me.
COME TO ME!
She takes my hand.
My thoughts roil and fight and fashion together. I am tensed to pounce and forsake the honor of my ancestry.
But she stabs me with her bright blue eyes as she takes my shaking hand.
My fingers curl around her, holding her there, tightening, letting her know, as my shadow and body tower over her, removing the light from her skin, that… she has made her choice.
“Kaos,” she says my name again hesitantly. Her lips purse to say more.
Falling upon her hard, pushing her back against the pool’s ledge, I snarl in her face to stop her. “No more words,” I hiss out. “I do not want
to hear them unless I ask for them specifically, understand? A female who has chosen her mate, bows to him completely. You will submit!”
Her mouth parts further.
Unable to wait any longer—pressing her back to the slick edge—pushing her down, spreading her legs apart, I erect myself between them. She tries to sit up on her elbows, but I grip her hands and force her arms forward.
I want her on the ground, beneath me. I will be satisfied. Growling again, I tell her as much. “You will let me mount you!”
She is so stiff that her legs hook my thighs hard. I growl again.
“Show me your deep spot again, female,” I order. My cock is hard and ready to erupt its fire all over her small pelvis and hollowed waist. When she doesn’t immediately obey, I slip my hands between her thighs and pull them apart.
A high-pitched squeak fills my ears as Issa’s hands grip my wrists. Her tiny nails bite my skin. I like her noises—her nails digging into me. Her reactions send delicious sensations down my spine. A femdragon would never do any more than lie there and take her mate’s prick.
But a more powerful want urges me to take her and fill her with my seed. Her pheromones beg me for it.
Her hips arch, like they did this morning, exposing the hidden place of her sex. This time I find her deep, heated spot without any help, a tasty beacon for my eyes.
It is so damp, her essence thick and leaking—for me!—that my prick straightens toward it, targeting its enveloping demise. Pressing one nail to her small, slick opening, the human’s hips arch again, and she makes a deeper sound this time.
“You want this,” I say, sliding my claw in circles, remembering how tight her sex really is. “You will suffer for it,” I continue, dipping my finger into her shallowly. “You deserve it for choosing a dragon, for choosing a mate too big for you.” My finger pushes all the way in, and her little opening clamps around it. Oh, shadows, I grunt, I am going to suffer more.
Something stops my finger from going deeper, and my eyes narrow between her legs, feeling my human’s tight sheath everywhere.
She moans and stiffens, clamping my finger harder. A hitching gasp tears my gaze to her pointed face.
“What is that?” I ask, touching it. The harder I press or push against it, the more her grip on my wrist tries to tug it away.
“My barrier,” she blurts.
“Barrier?”
She leans up again, and this time, I allow her. The pink of her skin deepens her cheeks, and it is not because of the red aura from the sky. “It’s supposed to break the first time I’m breached by a male,” she whispers.
I still, my finger tensing inside her. First time? My chest tightens alarmingly. “You have never taken a male’s seed before? This is your first heat?” I can barely manage the words.
She nods.
Femdragons are rare, and it is rarer still to be chosen by one so young she is going through her first heat. Usually, her sire or mother would choose her first mate, ensuring she is given to a worthy male who is taught the way of proper breeding, without the tendencies to damage her or her future young.
I have lived a long time and have never encountered an unbroken female, let alone encountered a femdragon by myself. Not since the comet first appeared and changed the world.
Pushing my finger against her precious barrier, a dangerously overprotective excitement floods through me.
This female picked me, even though she took away my dragon form, she journeyed through a treacherous jungle and touched me.
Although I thought my prick could not get any harder, it does.
Diving over her I bite her neck, pinning her, gnawing her soft skin, licking it rapturously, before grazing my teeth over her throat. Mewling fills the air, all the while my finger caresses her barrier.
“I will break this,” I warn her, pressing it a little harder. “I will break this and take it from you and make it mine.” She shivers.
Even so, Issa’s legs relax and spread for me. Satisfaction unlike I have ever known annihilates my senses.
She is submitting. Fully, willing to take whatever I give her. She is trusting her male.
Feeling the need to fill my mouth with her taste as completely as my nostrils bloom with it, I rise off her, nibbling her throat one last time. She reaches for me and moans sadly, “Don’t go.”
I wrap one hand around her throat. “Defying me?” My eyes narrow. Looking down at her, the need to eat her alive surges through me, and our eyes meet. She shakes her head. “Little mate, I will go nowhere unless it is to the deepest, tightest parts of you to fill with my seed,” I say, my voice as dark as my thoughts.
Caressing her sweet barrier that I will soon destroy, I pull my finger from her. She releases my wrists to grab my rocking hips—where I have been thrusting my swollen prick over her thighs and belly throughout—and I raise my slick finger to my mouth and taste her.
My arm-wings flutter, my heart thunders, and the taste erupts over my tongue. The thrusting of my cock grows wildly against Issa’s submissive form while I suck my finger clean. Groaning, she tastes as she smells. Mine!
Drawing back sharply, I slam my mouth over her wet opening and devour.
Her body bows beneath mine, hands fist into my hair, tugging me closer then pushing me away. Sounds, so many hot noises come from her mouth they meld into music to play her body by. My tongue rams into her, driving forward to lick what my finger touched—to find her newness—and when the tip of it hits home, my body seizes. Heat rises up my throat and fills her up. So hot, her essence floods my mouth, and she groans.
Issa’s body jerks into the air, and I have to hold her down from flying into the sky, pinning her waist to the flat rock with my hands. She begins to shake uncontrollably, moans sharpening, and I realize it is all happening because of my tongue. Mesmerized, drawing her reaction out as much as I can, I need more of her slick in my mouth.
Across my chin, rubbing over my cheeks, dripping from my jaw. I need it. Who knew humans taste so good?
Harrowing breaths soon take over her moans, and I feel her fingers clench in my hair, pulling me up. Her legs spread out while my larger form hovers completely over hers. Glancing at her face, I find it red and dewy with sweet sweat, her big blue eyes staring at me with wonder.
Her expression sucks the air out of my lungs. Pushing my hips back between her legs, I rub my shaft over the place my tongue just penetrated.
Mine, I form the word but do not say it aloud. “Brace,” I warn her instead.
She releases my hair with one hand and reaches between us, gripping my cock’s base and lining my tip to her deep spot. With our eyes locked, I push into her.
My eyes roll upward as my spine arches, as our stomachs press together. She is so hot, so tight. Sliding deeper in, I am strangled, as if this incredible pleasure will turn to pain at any moment.
But it does not.
Control slips from my grasp.
A dragon’s roar escapes me.
So tight, so small, so delicate and hot. Unknown to all dragons, and she is mine! My fists wrench on the stone and I thrust forward. A savagery builds inside me and I am lost.
15
Seeded
A scream rips from my throat as Kaos shoves his whole prick inside me, my wetness helping little with his thick girth. I feel my female barrier give way to him.
His roar fills my ears, his body lifts over me, but my eyes are shut tight, fighting tears.
He’s taken it completely, and knowing the pain that accompanies a first rutting, I readied for it, but—my heartbeat quickens—I wasn’t ready for a dragon. Hearing his nails scrape the stone beside my ears, I try to relax, try to remember my teachings, but then the scraping is gone and his hands are grasping mine, shoving them above my head.
He holds them there and, opening my eyes, his hot gaze locks back on mine.
Steam pours from his mouth and nostrils. He’s pressing his shaft hard—building pressure now that my thighs go stiff against his—and Ka
os gives me a dark, primal look. And finding my bliss again—the bliss he teased from my body with his tongue—my sex clamps around him. He’s big, and heavy, nearly twice my size.
But we fit. He forced us to fit.
So powerful, male… and between my legs. I suck in my stomach, licking my lips. He’s deep inside me, giving me all I dreamed of: a mate. And there’s no one telling me he belongs to another, that I can’t have him. No one to do to me like they did to Aida. No one can steal my mate away, my hopes. Mine.
I watch as he licks his bow-shaped, hot lips. My soul quivers as we’re frozen in time. Then need builds inside me again, for movement.
The green in his eyes is gone, now overcome with deep, haunting, hungry black pits. And they’re staring directly at me.
Then something happens I’m completely unprepared for.
His mouth goes wide, his fingers twist around mine, and burning heat unlike anything I’ve ever felt fills me.
Hot streaming liquid bursts inside me, filling me even more than his large size. The pain from before is replaced with increasing pressure, and I feel it escape from between our legs, everywhere.
Jerking his hips slightly, Kaos continues to stare at me, even as the liquid from his shaft keeps coming.
Beginning to shake, sliding my trapped behind from side-to-side, trying to relieve the growing pressure, it just gets worse. More erupts out.
“Kaos,” I shout, trying frantically to reposition myself beneath him, he just holds me there, forcing me to take it. All of it. “Please!” Nothing like this happens between human mates. No teachings told me anything of so much seed.
The heat builds, his seed is everywhere, inside and out, I can taste it in the air, smell it in my nose. I feel it fill my womb. My belly grows—just a little—or maybe I’m going mad. I can’t tell, not anymore!
