Can't Get Enough (Dragon Kin) - G.A. Aiken Page 0,26
pushed her legs apart and nuzzled her sex until she growled and grabbed hold of his hair.
“Don’t pull,” he warned.
“I’ll pull every hair from your head if you don’t—if you don’t—”
“If I don’t what?” He gently ran his finger along the already wet slit, her body jerking from the light touch. “If I don’t what? Tell me.”
He grinned, waiting to see her struggle with the words. But his little innocent grabbed his hair as firmly as any soldier during battle, yanked his head up, and snarled, “Fuck me with that tongue, Ailean the Whore, or I swear by all the dark gods you’ll be bald before nightfall.”
Ailean pulled back a bit and for one horrible second she feared he’d walk away, leaving her to teeter on this precipice. Her fear almost had her begging until Ailean smiled. His hands slid under her backside and lifted, her legs going over his shoulders. She watched his face disappear between her thighs. His tongue slid inside her and Shalin’s eyes crossed.
To say this dragon had talent would be a gross understatement. This wasn’t a talent. This was a gift from the gods.
Blindly, she dug her hands into the soft soil around her, panting as Ailean’s tongue stroked and flicked and teased her beyond anything she’d ever felt before. While his tongue played there, his nose helped out in other areas until Shalin shook beneath him. She could feel the explosion coming, her breathing harsh and uncontrolled. Then, while keeping her legs on his shoulders, Ailean’s arms slid under her hips and around her waist to her chest. His fingers took firm hold of her nipples, pulling and rolling until Shalin’s climax crashed into her. Her screams of release echoing around the lake, the horses nearby restlessly pawing the ground.
Shalin’s hands dug into Ailean’s hair and held his head in place, her back lifting from the ground as another wave cut through her, ferociously stronger than the first, her screams turning to pitiful cries.
After several moments, her grip on him weakened, and Shalin dropped back to the ground. Before she even had a chance to get her breath, Ailean was there, on top of her, his hands now in her hair, his lips against her neck.
“Shalin…I’m sorry…I can’t…”
Shalin knew what he needed. It was what she needed. She opened herself to him and said, “Don’t wait, Ailean. Please.”
He didn’t. He entered her with one brutally hard thrust. Shalin gasped seconds before his mouth covered hers and he drove into her again and again, giving her the rough ride he’d promised. She didn’t care. She loved every second of it, holding him tight as he took her.
His lips moved from her mouth and down her jaw to her neck. She felt his teeth press against the skin and then he bit down, sending her flying over the edge again as he climaxed with her, his body pinning her to the ground as he emptied himself inside her.
Ailean couldn’t move. Wouldn’t. Why should he when he’d never been so comfortable before in his life?
Cool hands stroked his back, his hair; her soft voice sighed in his ear.
“Are you all right?”
Ailean laughed in surprise. No one had ever asked him that before. “I’m fine.” He lifted up a bit so he could look into her face. “And you?”
She tried to hide her smile but she snorted, which started her laughing with him.
“I’m doing quite well, thank you,” she finally managed.
“Good.” He kissed her neck and felt the first drops of rain on his back. “Damn.”
She ran her hand down his cheek. “We better get in. I got ill once while human—” her eyes rolled, “—took me days to recover.”
Ailean chuckled. “Well, we can’t have that, now, can we?”
Slowly, he pulled out of her, both of them groaning when he did. Unfortunately, once Ailean was out, all he wanted to do was get back in. Steeling his resolve, Ailean stood on shaky legs and reached down to help Shalin to her feet. She gripped his forearms and he sensed her legs were as shaky as his.
Making sure she could stand without him, Ailean then grabbed Shalin’s dress and carefully pulled it over her head. “Will you be all right to ride?”
“Of course. Nightmare takes very good care of me.”
Ailean grunted, suddenly feeling jealous over a bloody horse.
“He should still have a saddle,” he said while pulling her arms through the armholes of the dress.
“I’ll not put a saddle on him, Ailean.”
“But, Shalin—”
“Is he mine or not?”
Ailean raised an