To Enchant a Dragon by Amanda Milo Page 0,14

the cave’s wall but can’t find a smooth spot. Swallowing down a growl, I resolve to hold her just like this, embracing my mate while standing.

She reaches between us to position me, and when my cock nudges inside of her…

“Adella,” I groan, my forehead sliding against hers.

She separates her face from mine though, throwing her head back, gasping as all of me enters her swollen channel.

I take her by the hips, loving the way her fingers dig into my shoulders to hold on as I almost drag her off of me—then I slam her down, seating her fully on my greedy shaft.

“Kalos!” she cries.

I freeze. “Did I hurt you?” Frying satyrs, no…

Panting, Adella grabs me by my human ears and growls, “Do it again.”

Smiling with relief, I do as my mate orders. I draw her up and down my length, her wetness or mine—both, I suppose—making her glide smooth, and yet somehow, there’s a friction that is all but blowing my mind. I could do this forever.

I’m fucking her until she’s keening louder than she did when my fingers pleasured her. Unlike her angry sea maiden shrieks that tortured my eardrums, her cries of rapture caress their melodies into my ears. And if you can believe it, the beauty of her voice is nothing compared to what her core does while it has my cock in her most sensual grip. Her insides flutter and clamp down on me when she comes, and each kick of my cock sets her limbs to trembling.

I’m determined to make this last all night—and I slow my strokes to draw our second time together out for eternity.

She moans my name, rakes her claws up my back, making me hiss and buck into her hard enough to make her keen prettily. We make love, two strangers learning each other with the goal of mutual pleasure, again and again. She shows me creative ways that we can enjoy each other; front to front like this, with her hands hooked over my shoulders she can enthusiastically grind against me. When she convinces me to pull out and set her on her feet, she bends over, grasps her ankles and lets me take her from behind, and I almost lose my mind as I smooth my hands down her back to her small shoulders, jerk her upright, grab her tits, and pound into her.

When she braces her hands on the cave wall, I piston inside her and grip her hips with brutal need. We enjoy and explore and make love so much that my cum floods out of her and thoroughly splatters our thighs, dripping down from our joining point and onto the cave floor.

We’re caught in the fever all night.

My mate is as lusty as any dragon—which is incredible when I consider that she has no moon-fever to drive her. This is all her. She is perfection. I find a sandy spot on the cavern floor and drop to my back. Adella rides me, making, in turns, languid rocks of her pelvis against mine, stimulating that spot on herself that makes her whimper my name most beautifully, and furious bucks that steal her breath and make me growl.

When her climax hits, she collapses over me, her hair a breathtakingly lovely, wild, tangled blanket of colors covering my face and chest and arms.

I love it.

I love everything about my mate.

Feeling the silkiness of her hair is dangerous, though. I mean only to catch a tendril, but soon I’ve gathered an entire fistful off it.

Adella’s channel squeezes me mightily. She likes her hair caught in my fist.

“Kalos,” she pants, sounding delighted. She sits up on top of me. “I really, really like you.”

In one move, I flip her onto her back—

(It’s worth her shriek, her ear-damaging shriek.)

—and immediately, I’m behind her, positioning her on her hands and knees, arranging her so that she’s submitting to me like a pen dragon braces for her frenzied cob mate.

I wrap her hair around my fist, jerking her head back as I mount her, my shaft shoving between her swollen folds, the deep thrust forcing her to arch her back for me and raise up on her forefingers to support herself as I roughly keep control of her hair.

I plant a hand beside one of hers, falling over her, still clutching her mane like I intend to keep it.

She’s gasping and trembling but she doesn’t tell me to stop, and I can sense her excitement. It matches mine perfectly.

I bite her nape, bite her