To Love a Dragon - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,46

looked away, turning her attention to Serek, who slept peacefully against her. She carefully gathered him in her arms and rose to her knees, leaving Arysteon bereft of her warmth as she moved away and laid the youngling in his makeshift nest.

Arysteon closed his eyes and tipped his head back. The tips of his longer horns struck the tree trunk behind him. Clenching his jaw tighter, he willed his body to calm, to cool, willed his stem to retreat, but his willpower accomplished nothing. His mind presented him only with more temptation—the memory of how her sex had felt around his stem, hot, tight, and wet, the memory of everything he’d felt as he thrust inside her, of her every little movement and sound in response.

The vegetation crunched beneath Leyloni’s boots as she returned to his side. But instead of sitting, she took his face between her hands and pressed her mouth to his. Arysteon opened his eyes. Hers were closed, and her unruly curls hung around her face, brushing his cheeks. Her lips were whisper light as they caressed his, coaxing him to respond in kind. It was a delicious sensation. She was delicious.

He closed his eyes, groaned, and reached for Leyloni, thrusting his fingers into her hair to cradle her head. He needed more than this gentle seduction. He crushed her mouth against his, kissing her deeper. His tongue traced her blunt teeth and flicked past them to beckon her tongue into a sensual dance. Her taste and scent filled his senses, instilling him with a hunger that would never be satisfied. He would always want for her, long for her, crave every bit of her. He would always want more.

Leyloni pulled back, breaking the kiss to press her lips to the corner of his mouth and follow the line of his jaw. She licked his ear, and an instant later, he felt the sharp sting of her bite. His body stiffened, and he hissed as the pleasure-pain of that bite jolted straight to his stem, causing seed to seep from its tip. He clutched her hair.

“Leyloni,” he rasped, opening his eyes.

She moved her soft kisses down his throat to his chest. Even through the thickest of his scales, he felt her touch, felt her heat, felt the wetness of her tongue, and it sent tingles through his body that only further built his spark. He let his head fall back and his eyes drift shut again as he reveled in the sensations.

She positioned herself between his legs and dropped her hands to his thighs as she trailed her kisses down his abdomen. His muscles twitched, his stem pulsed, and his breath quickened. She was getting closer and closer to his…

“Leyloni?” he repeated, lifting his head to look down at her.

She paused and turned her gaze up to meet his. She was bent over him, and her face was torturously close to his stem. Her dangling curls tickled his thighs and shaft, sending shivers of pure delight through him.

“Yes, my mate?” she asked, her voice thick.

The feel of her warm breath flowing over his aching stem was another unexpected source of pleasure-pain that had his body tensing. “What are you doing?”

Leyloni smiled. “I am pleasuring you. And…” She dropped her gaze to his stem. “I want to taste you.”

Arysteon’s heart sped, forcing his lust-heated blood faster through his veins. He had wondered many times what her arousal would taste like directly after sampling its scent with his tongue, had wondered what it would be like to lap the nectar from her slit, but he had never considered the prospect of Leyloni using her mouth on him in a similar fashion. Surely, she didn’t mean…

Before he could finish that thought, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his stem, lowered her head, and took him into her mouth.

The slide of her lips and tongue over his most sensitive scales was nearly his undoing. The air fled Arysteon’s lungs, his fingers tightened on Leyloni’s hair, and his back arched, involuntarily lifting his pelvis toward her and pushing his stem deeper. The pleasure she’d so quickly and easily caused echoed through him in waves, threatening to make him tremble.

She moaned. The sound vibrated through him, amplifying his pleasure by an impossible degree.

He uttered her name again, this time with the elation, reverence, and desperation of a prayer.

Drawing her head back, Leyloni released his stem to trail kisses along its length, her tongue darting out to twirl along each ridge. Panting,