To Love a Dragon - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,47

Arysteon watched, transfixed, as she again wrapped those delectable lips around him and sucked him deeper into her mouth.

He gritted his teeth, unable to hold back a growl of pleasure. Leyloni moved in a steady rhythm, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft with her fist just below it.

His head dropped back, horns scraping the tree trunk again, and his eyelids fluttered shut. The sensations were quickly becoming too much for him to resist. His breath was ragged within moments. His free hand fell to the ground beside him, reflexively curling to tear up a handful of grass. But there was no relief from the growing pressure in his loins—no relief but that which she could provide. It only coiled tighter and tighter with every stroke of her lips and tongue.

Leyloni twirled that tongue along his stem and dipped it into the slit, licking away the seed seeping from its tip before taking him back into her mouth. She bobbed her head at a rapid pace.

But it wasn’t fast enough. It wasn’t deep enough.

Before he even realized he’d acted, both his hands were on her head, urging her to move faster, to take him deeper. He grunted with each pump of his hips. Leyloni braced herself with both hands firmly planted on his thighs.

Her teeth scraped the underside of his stem just as the pressure in him reached an impossible peak. Every muscle in his body seized at once. For an instant, he was still, and then pleasure exploded within him, shattering him utterly. His spark buzzed and crackled, charging the crashing waves of ecstasy with lightning as he snarled and emptied his seed into Leyloni’s mouth.

She made a surprised sound and curled her fingers, raking his scales. He felt her throat work as she swallowed. She moaned, still moving her mouth on him, slower now, teasingly, extending his pleasure. Her teasing made his muscles quiver and coaxed fresh seed from him, which she drank greedily.

When the tension drained from his limbs, Arysteon relinquished his grip on Leyloni’s hair and petted her soft curls. She lifted her head, releasing his stem from the hot depths of her mouth, and ran her tongue over his shaft, licking the remaining seed from his scales.

Arysteon opened his eyes and tilted his chin down to find her watching him, her lips red and glistening, beckoning him. She smiled.

With a growl, he reached out, caught Leyloni under her arms, and lifted her up against him. She gasped, but he cut the sound short by capturing her mouth in a kiss, tasting himself on her lips. Arysteon dropped his hands, cupped her bottom, and brought her along with him as he stood up. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

When he finally broke the kiss, he ran his tongue over his lips and grinned at her. “I have yet again been shown the immensity of my good fortune.”

Leyloni laughed, pressing her face against his neck to muffle the sound. “Perhaps you should thank the fireflies.”

Arysteon chuckled softly as he carried her to their sleeping blanket, pausing briefly along the way to ensure that Serek still slept soundly. He eased Leyloni down atop the blanket and lay beside her. She tucked herself against him, sinking into his embrace with a soft sigh. Curling his tail around her, he tightened his hold, needing as much contact as possible.

His desires were not nearly sated—they could not be when he had not yet pleasured his mate—but he would pursue them no further tonight. The scent of her blood in the air confirmed that she was still bleeding, and according to what she’d said, it would be a few more days before she was through.

That did not stop his stem from aching fiercely despite the release he’d just received. It was not the blood that stopped him from mounting her, but the pain she might suffer.

“Rest, my mate,” he said, running his claws through her hair, “as the journey ahead of us is long. But make no mistake, Leyloni—when you are cured of your bleeding, I will drink my fill of your essence. I will make you mine in all ways.”

13

Arysteon rolled onto his back and swung Serek up, holding the baby high above him. Serek’s delighted, high-pitched squeals mingled with Arysteon’s laughter, making Leyloni’s grin stretch somehow wider. Her cheeks were already sore from it, and she relished the feeling.

She added a piece of wood to the campfire and watched as Arysteon brought his tail up between