us both.
Chest rising and falling faster, my gaze traces over Halki’s frame with proprietary satisfaction. His broad shoulders seem to stretch from one side of the building to the other. And the way he sucks in his breath and his abdominals stand out in sharp relief as my gaze sinks down his body…
My mouth goes dry at the same time the spot between my legs grows wetter.
Halki’s eyes are taking me in the same way that I’m staring at him. His hand slides over my stomach with all the pressure of a butterfly’s wing, as if a rough movement from him will make me disappear.
“Soffft,” he murmurs on a rumbled breath, stroking me.
Well, my skin would be. Even in his ‘human’ form, his scales have a slightly abrasive quality to them, and his palm-scales are flat-out calloused. He strokes all the way down until he reaches my thigh, and then he slides his hand until he’s cupping my bottom. He adds his other hand below my other cheek. And then he’s hauling me against him, front to front, and carrying me towards the bed like the building is burning and reaching the horizontal surface is how we’ll survive this.
He drops me on my back on the pile of our coarse woolen blankets—
I ignore the vomit brick which is nesting with the blankets. Which isn’t easy because the damn thing has multiplied; Halki returned from his jackal hunt with an upchuck chunk of similar size but fulvous in color. The pair of them are brushing my shoulder and touching my hair, but I do my level best to pretend they aren’t with us.
He moves over me suddenly, and with surprising skill for a man who’s really a dragon, he expertly parts my legs with his knee. His cock bumps its wide, shiny crown against my mons, and the feathers at the tip tickle along my slit, slipping between my thighs.
Nothing could have prepared me for the strangeness of these two invasions. Wriggling wildly and tickling.
But the cries they haul from me are not complaints.
When Halki’s face moves over mine, I tilt my head up to receive his kiss.
Instead, he shocks me by dragging his textured jaw against mine and… his lips find my earlobe.
He opens his mouth, gently draws my lobe past his lips—and then he bites me.
“Ahh! I thought this was going to be a kiss!” I start, my hands flying to his arms, squeezing his muscles here—and the hardness of them sends a punch of lust rushing through me.
Meanwhile, with a little lick, Halki releases my ear and begins teasing down my throat.
He fastens his lips, sucking at my neck—and then he bites me like a vampire bat.
“What are you doing?” I pant.
I can’t imagine old Yatanak sucking on a woman’s neck. Actually, I don’t want to imagine it. But I have seen some evidence of such a thing. Plus, I’ve heard the giggles and moans coming from his turf house and I’ve heard lots of stories—but biting ears and necks still seems strange to me.
However… it does FEEL good. Far, far better than I ever could have imagined.
“I am,” he rumbles as his teeth find my shoulder, his voice rough, guttural, “marking you as a dragon marks his mate.” He bites me again.
I cry out and my fingers spear into his hair, clutching him. Why does this feel good?
He folds himself over me and cups his hand under one of my breasts, holding it up like it’s an offering.
“Nooo,” I moan, experiencing too much and feeling too good to tense up. Despite the fact that a dragon is using me as his chew toy, I’m also aware of how surprisingly swollen I’ve become below. And, as my thighs slip past one another with startling ease, I find I’ve achieved a state of near-saturation. Who knew my cream would gather from dragon bites?
Halki’s eyes gleam as he briefly makes eye contact—and then his focus is stolen by my nipple, and he pounces on it with his mouth.
He pulls it onto his tongue and sucks on it.
I’ve heard of this act—breast play, of course I have—but I had no context as to how incredible it feels to have a man’s mouth latched on to such a sensitive area. With each tug from his mouth, I feel a spark race to the apex of my thighs, causing heat to flare in my stomach. “Halki!” I gasp.
He bites my nipple.
I shriek and clutch at the back of his neck. But for having