Jada's arousal.
A groan escaped his throat, the fragrance so thick he couldn't ignore it. Their kiss on The Cutlass had excited her before his ill-timed seasickness, but this?
Had her dream truly been so erotic?
He could almost hear his possessive instincts demanding to go to her in response, even with Karina's talisman in place, and moved toward the basin without delay.
If Jada wanted to test the waters, he was ready to give her a sample she'd never forget.
Jada had never been so aroused in her entire life.
Crouching next to the basin, she cupped some water in her hands to splash over her face, hoping to cool the blush of her erotic dream, but the ploy didn't work very well. Instead of chasing her arousal away, her nipples tightened in response to the cold, aching even worse than when she'd woken up—a feat that didn't seem possible.
Over the past week, her dreams of Dalris had gone from suggestive to erotic, but tonight's imaginary encounter was nothing short of x-rated. In it, she was teasing the big draconian into joining her on the pallet by stripping for him, and it'd worked too well.
He'd not only returned the favor, revealing his muscular form in a tantalizing display, but then climbed on top of her with every inch of their bodies pressed together while his hot erection ground between her legs in preparation to push inside.
Thankfully—or sadly?—that was the exact moment her dream ended, and with her awakening came a sense of need so profound she feared she'd jump the draconian without consent.
It was a good thing he was sleeping on the other side of the fire, allowing her to find enough rational thought to resist temptation before making a foolish mistake. But goddess, she'd never ached so badly for anyone—and that desire offered enough clarity to determine what it meant.
Bonding had most certainly begun.
Jada nearly groaned aloud at the thought, and not because it was an unwanted development. Instead, the timing couldn't have been worse after she'd left the sterility potions on The Cutlass—and if she wanted to stop her dreams from becoming invasive, she'd have to take the draconian to bed. Karina always said my temper would get me into trouble.
A few days ago, she'd believed her dreams would be manageable, saying bonding had started at all. But if the strength of desire she was experiencing now was only a touch of what she had to expect, she wouldn't make it through the week without giving in.
Her entire body craved his attention, the flesh between her thighs uncomfortably swollen and slick with lust. What she needed now was release, not a dousing of cold water.
But would Dalris stay asleep long enough to allow her to get it?
Worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, Jada peered over her shoulder, taking in her surroundings to make absolutely certain no one was around. But everything was silent with only a dim light coming from the campfire beyond the foliage.
So she turned to sit with her back against the rock wall and undid the fastening of her pants, so aroused she knew it wouldn't take long to give herself what she needed.
Slipping her fingers into her panties, she recalled her dream, her heart speeding excitedly at the idea of letting Dalris touch her the same way. Did she truly want him so badly? Or was her perception of him as a forbidden fantasy making things more intense?
Wait … forbidden fantasy? Isn't that a bit extreme? Jada briefly thought it over, coming to a quick conclusion. Doesn't feel like it.
Perhaps it was time she faced the truth. Her intrigue with Dalris went deeper than sheer curiosity, and she'd definitely wished for the freedom to know him better, to say nothing for getting closer.
When she drew the pad of her index over her clit, it was so sensitive she sucked in a breath, repeating the motion until her chest was heaving. In turn, the material of her vest became too constricting for comfort, and she reached to undo the buttons.
But when the second fastening became snagged, she opened her eyes to fix the problem—and immediately stopped at the sight of Dalris standing nearby, watching.
Her heart nearly stopped. He must've woken to her absence in the camp and wanted to make certain she was okay. But whatever his motives for coming to the basin, stumbling across his mate with her hand shoved down her pants while trying to undo her vest had put a lustful look in his azure eyes so intense she forgot to breathe.
Following the occurrence was a moment of silence that felt strangely … enlightening. There was something unspoken between them, as if both knew this would happen—and Jada found the idea of getting caught pleasuring herself to thoughts of him arousing, even if he didn't realize why she was doing so.
So she decided not to stop, and tugged the buttons of her vest open completely.
The material fell away, releasing the uncomfortable pressure on her breasts while exposing them to his gaze, and Dalris let a low, possessive growl.
The sound was arousing, particularly after wondering if he'd find her body pleasing, and if his response was any indication, he absolutely did.
Apparently, her dream was about to come true.
CHAPTER 25
Dalris wasn't sure if he'd fallen asleep to have his own erotic dream, or if he'd actually stumbled across his mate pleasuring herself.
But he was far too dumbfounded to look away.
Hell, he was being driven by instinct from the start, and doubted anything short of her outrage over his presence could've pried him from the scene. Yet she hadn't noticed him initially, sitting against the rock wall with one hand concealed between her legs and the other undoing her vest before spotting him, and everything seemed to go still.
His heart was thundering in his chest with no idea what to expect. Would Jada start screaming at him to leave? It honestly seemed likely, but he couldn't get himself to move, not without knowing for certain.
Still, he reminded himself that he wouldn't be welcome, and should prepare to have his own time alone very soon—just as Jada opened her vest.
Dalris didn't know if he lost his breath, or found it, but his greedy gaze swept over her chest as the garment opened, her full, round breasts exposed with a slight bounce. Those swells rose and fell with her breathing, and even from across the way, he could see how tight her nipples were with arousal.
The sight alone had him in Wrath, and if her sultry invitation wasn't enough to make him insane with desire, Jada teased him by pinching one of those dusky points while sinking her teeth into her plump bottom lip.
It was all he could take.
“Dalris,” she whispered needfully, and he dimly realized it was because he'd already converged on her position.
Reaching down to lift her so quickly she gasped, he threw the elf over his shoulder to carry back to her pallet—the ground near the basin was too gravelly to be comfortable for either of them.
On the way, Jada whispered breathlessly, “You know we can't go too far, right?”
He certainly did, and had no intentions of doing anything she'd ultimately regret. But her scent was begging him for release, and he wasn't going to ignore his instincts to pleasure her.
Not this time.
“I know,” he finally spoke, the words raspy, even to his ears. “But you're going to get what you need.”
Lowering her to the pallet by the fire, he latched an arm around her back and caught her gaze, growling the command, “Cup your breasts for me, las'ira.”
Lips parted with heavy breaths and her violet eyes glossed over with lust, Jada did as he asked, pressing her breasts together so the tight peaks were upturned.
Dalris took full advantage, leaning down to capture one nipple in his mouth, groaning as his tongue rolled over it repeatedly. At the same time, he pushed his fingers down, elated by her startled gasp as he cupped the junction between her legs.
Massaging his fingers into the material of her pants, he found her hips lifting to his hand, and almost couldn't wait, particularly when she moaned his name. Simultaneously, her legs fell apart to give him better access just
as she shoved her fingers through the hair at his nape.
In turn, he switched breasts, giving the second the same treatment until she was panting for more.
He needed more as well, ready to shift positions and get it just as her hand sneaked down to grope his concealed erection.
Growling, he tightened his hold around her back when she started opening his belt. Lust surged through his body in response, the thought of her delicate fingers wrapped around his aching cock making him harder than he'd ever been.
But he couldn't let her, not when her touch would bring him to a climax much sooner than he wanted.
And what he wanted more than anything was to make this last.
If Dalris wanted to drive Jada insane, he was going above and beyond the call of duty.
Dazed, she watched with a pounding heart as he kissed her breasts, tugging her nipples with his teeth one by one. The sight alone had her panting, to say nothing for how good it felt.
His mouth left them damp and aching for more, but when she tried to open his pants to learn if his cock was just as hot, he tugged her hand away.
She frowned in disappointment, ready to protest, but the words stuck in her throat when he uttered deviously, “Wicked elf,” while turning to lower himself down her body where he started the task of removing her pants.
His tone made her heart flutter, sounding all too ready to make her come as hard as possible while the sight of his large horns and glowing marks reminded her that she wasn't supposed to let him.
Yet all she felt capable of was mindlessly watching him part her legs wide—and goddess, she'd never throbbed so hard, or felt so exposed.
The groan he let at the sight of her wet flesh didn't help matters either.
She wanted to say something, but the lump in her throat prevented it. Besides, she had no idea what to say, particularly when he murmured, “Did you dream of this, las'ira?”
He knows I was dreaming? Her lips parted to ask if she'd made too much sound and woke him, but nothing came out when Dalris used his thumbs to spread her slick flesh, exposing her clitoris to his sinful gaze.
“Gods, you're so swollen,” he groaned. “If you dreamed about my mouth between your legs, I hope it was realistic, because I'm starving.”
He was so close to her sex she could feel his heated breath against it, her inner muscles clenching and breasts heaving in torturous anticipation, so wound up she felt like a coiled spring.
But though there wasn't an ounce of rational thought left in her head, she did realize one important truth—she absolutely did not care if this was forbidden. I want whatever he gives me.
Her reaction when he thrust his tongue inside her body proved it. Immediately, she bucked and shamelessly cried, “Ah goddess, yes!”
His approving groan sent shivers through her body as his big hands swept up to her breasts. She quickly grasped them to hold in place, adoring the way his thumbs brushed her nipples while his tongue thrust, leaving her unable to think.
Groaning between her legs, he stopped long enough to wickedly tease, “I'd much rather have this than the five million you cost me.”
Her heart thudded at the reminder of what she'd done so long ago and his promise to find her for it—just as he sucked her sensitive clit into his mouth with a hungry growl.
Bucking, Jada cried out wildly, grasping his horns as he mercilessly circled and batted the sensitive button until white hot pleasure seared her. Her back arched, hips writhing against his tongue, the first spasms of her release rising in what seemed like record time.
Yet he stopped before she could come, and she nearly protested. But the words turned into a whimper when two thick fingers pushed inside her body, her flesh so wet they sank in with ease.
Letting a ragged groan, Dalris murmured, “Did I do this in your dream?”
“N-no,” she whimpered, realizing she'd just admitted her dream was about him. But she didn't care—she needed him to know how much she desired him.
“Good. I'd rather give it to you before you dream about it.”
At that, he languidly rolled her clitoris beneath the tip of his tongue again as his fingers fucked her deep—and Jada absolutely couldn't take anymore.
But she was desperate for more of this, to make it last, pushing herself forward while crying out, “Please stop!”
Reluctantly, he pulled his mouth away to ask breathlessly, “What's wrong, las'ira?”
“Roll over,” she urged, breathing too heavily to say another word.
Dalris peered up at her questioningly, but he didn't argue, seeming too curious to learn why she'd made the request not to obey.
The moment he was on his back, she pushed herself over him, finding that he'd already opened his pants—and when she saw just how hard his cock was, she knew why.
The muscles between her legs clenched at the sight of his thick erection, and she wasted no time grasping it, groaning over how hot his skin felt against her palm. At nearly the same time, Dalris greedily pulled her hips down, her legs parting wider on each side of his head, making her heart hammer wildly.
Knowing he was about to resume his erotic kisses, she could barely focus, but didn't let it stop her, leaning in to follow the line streaming from the swollen tip of his cock with her tongue.
She'd reached her limit, and was determined to show him what that meant.
Dalris was in a haze of disbelief, so wound up that the mere thought of what Jada intended as she climbed over him nearly made him come.
He was so hard in fact that he groaned in pain when she took his pulsing shaft in hand, responding by gripping her hips to continue his previous activities.
Jada whimpered in turn, stroking him just moments before he felt the wet heat of her tongue dragging along his cock, followed by her soft lips closing around the cap. The suck she gave it had his hips bucking with a loud growl, and he immediately laved her swollen clitoris again while clutching her ass in an unrelenting grip.
For a brief moment, he believed nothing could feel as good as this, but it only got better when Jada's head slid forward, sinking his cock into her mouth inch by inch.
“Fuck yes!” he growled, latching one arm around her lower back to free a hand.
Pressing two digits between her legs, he watched her tight quim stretch as they sank in to the knuckles, finding the sight just as gratifying as the way her hips jerked in response to the deep invasion. In turn, she sucked at his shaft even harder, her tongue bearing down along every inch, and Dalris nearly couldn't concentrate, particularly when she fondled his heavy sack with a lusty moan.
All he could think about was giving her the same treatment, immediately capturing her clit in his mouth again to suck with wild flicks of his tongue.
She bucked, her head bobbing faster as her slick walls clenched his thrusting fingers tight, letting increasingly desperate moans that bordered somewhere between I can't take anymore, and please don't stop. For all intents and purposes, it felt as if they were competing to see who could drive the other insane first, and neither were winning.
He worshiped her with his mouth as she hungrily swallowed his shaft until his seed was rising. He tried to fight it, to last until she came, and it wasn't hard to tell when her orgasm hit because she suddenly threw her head back while crying his name.
Dalris didn't stop, tightening his hold on her hips to keep her still. Simultaneously, as she pumped a tight fist across his cock, he grunted, jerking with the first line of semen that shot forth.
The pleasure was sublime, both of them writhing together, and the only rational thought that surfaced was his determination to have this every night for the rest of his eternal life. No previous engagement even remotely compared, and he could barely imagine what it would be like to actually take his mate for the first time. Indescribable, that's what.
As the last of his seed was spent on her tongue after she'd hungrily returned him to her mouth sometime during her own orgasm, he fell limp, knowing no matter what came, he'd never
get enough of Jada Tavar.
CHAPTER 26
The strength of Jada's orgasm was immense, pleasure radiating from between her legs and through the rest of her body like a tidal wave.
But despite the utter satisfaction it offered, she'd be lying to say she didn't want more.
Still, in collapsing over Dalris like a rag doll with the taste of his release on her tongue, she couldn't move, even when he shifted her hips and reached down to drag her up. All she felt capable of was returning his passionate kiss before allowing him to tuck her head against his chest.
There, she listened to his heart hammering, and indeed, she was still panting, even trembling. She simply wasn't sure of the cause—had her orgasm left her shaken, or was it the thought of what they'd just done?
Whatever the case, she felt absolutely no regret, capturing his hand to hold against her cheek while snuggling into him as closely as possible. They hadn't made love, but she'd never had a more gratifying experience, just as out of her mind with satisfaction as she had been with pleasure.
And if things between them would only get better, she wasn't sure she'd last.
Apparently, Dalris was on the same page, letting a low, contented groan as he stroked a hand over her arm—and the motions were incredibly lulling.
But just as she started to drift off, she heard the distinct roar of a … dragon?
It didn't sound quite the same as a wyvern's shriek, and was too distant to accurately judge the pitch. Yet she knew she was right when Dalris murmured, “Look up, Jada. It's Da'Vir.”
Despite her grogginess, Jada quickly turned her head to look at the sky. “Da'Vir?”
“Left of the moons,” he pointed out, and surely enough, she spotted the silhouette of a Great Dragon flying against the luminous orbs.
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