To Love a Dragon - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,72

The spark inside her surged stronger than ever, sending tingling thrills throughout her body that made every bit of it sensitive and desperate for his touch.

Arysteon growled, slid his hand to the back of her head, and took over the kiss. He claimed her lips with a hunger that belied his outward calm, showing her just how much he was restraining himself. That strange, long, forked tongue of his twined with hers, and Leyloni’s sex clenched at the memory of what it had felt like as it had toyed with her pleasure bud—of what it had felt like deep inside her.

“Arysteon,” Leyloni rasped against his mouth.

He shuddered. “I smell your need, my heartsong.” He withdrew, breaking the kiss, and eased his grip on her hair. His lips were drawn back, sharp teeth clenched. He appeared as though he were in pain.

Leyloni’s eyes dipped to his groin. Since the comet had first appeared in the sky days ago, Arysteon had been in a constant state of arousal, his cock often extruded, swollen, and ready to mate. Now, it was pulsing and seeping seed, as though the faintest touch would make him spill.

She turned her attention to Serek. He was fast asleep.

Without her having to ask, Arysteon was already dragging one of the bags closer and pulling out a couple more blankets to make a nest near the fire. Once he was done, he took Serek from Leyloni and gently laid the baby in the nest, covering Serek up and smoothing back his dark hair.

Leyloni couldn’t wait any longer. She ached for him; she ached for his touch, ached to feel his cock filling that empty place inside her, ached to feel his powerful thrusts as they lost themselves in passion.

As soon as Arysteon settled down next to her, she climbed upon his lap, straddling him, and let the blanket fall away from her shoulders, exposing her naked body.

One corner of Arysteon’s mouth tipped up in an appreciative but seductive smile, and his tongue slipped out briefly to slide along his lips. He lifted a hand, touching the curls that hung over her chest, and trailed the back of a claw over her nipple. “Ah, my beautiful heartsong.”

Skin flushing, she pressed her palms to his shoulders and urged him to lie back. He went willingly, dropping his hands to her thighs.

Leyloni’s eyes roamed over him as she smoothed her hands down his chest and abdomen, relishing the feel of the firm muscle and scales beneath her palms. His cock pulsed, glistening with his secretions and the seed it continued to leak. Her mouth watered for his honeyed taste, but her body longed for him to fill her more.

When her hand reached his groin, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Arysteon grunted, tensing beneath her.

“Leyloni,” he hissed through his teeth, fingers flexing. The press of his claws against her flesh sent tingles throughout her body.

Seeing him like this, having him grant her this power over him—even if only for a short while—flooded Leyloni with heat. She would take advantage of it while she could. It was only a matter of time before he took control, before the Heat became too much for him to withstand and he rutted her like a savage beast.

And she’d enjoy every single moment of it.

Leyloni met his gaze. “I, Leyloni, daughter of Sahara and Havil, claim you, Arysteon, as my husband and lifemate.” She stroked her hand downward to grasp his shaft at its base, lifting herself so his tip nudged the entrance of her sex. “You are mine to provide for, mine to fight for, mine to care for for as long as there is breath in my body and my heart beats.”

Slowly, she lowered herself, and her breath hitched as his cock pressed into her, stretching her, its ridges dragging along her sensitive inner flesh until she was utterly full of him. Leyloni moaned once she was firmly seated upon him and bore down further, needing him deeper still.

She rose and dropped down on him again, and again, her rhythm slow but forceful, every stroke sending ripples of pleasure through her body and stealing her breath.

Arysteon raked his gaze over her. The flames in his eyes burned ever brighter as they came to rest on the spot where his body was joining with hers. His tongue flicked out. He slid his hands up to her hips, where his claws pressed just a little harder, and his thumbs spread her sex wider. He watched as his