Dragon's Isolation - Miranda Martin Page 0,32

up with it, and then the blade slides through it.

The creature lets out a death scream then falls limp, but its teeth are stuck in my flesh. The added weight of my lochaber run through it and the loss of blood—I cannot keep my arm up. I let it drop limp to my side, focusing my attention on the remaining enemies.

They’re less certain with the death now. They retreat into the shadows, but I stand ready for a fresh assault. The air is filled with a foul scent from the creatures’ blood that will either drive them away or call more of them to the wounded one’s aide.

Silence falls.

“Is it over?” Amara asks, gasping.

I don’t answer, focusing to hear any hint of a sound. A final skittering sound, then nothing. I wait, listening to my breath coming in and out until I’m sure that they are gone.

“Yes,” I say at last.

She exhales heavily. “Okay. Well, that was exciting.”

I nod and retrieve my lochaber then explore the shadows, poking the sharp blade into them to make sure that they are truly gone. I do not want another surprise. I must protect her. My treasure.

“It is safe,” I say, finally satisfied that the threat is over.

She grabs my face and pulls me around towards her. Her hands rest on my cheeks, her eyes gleam in the soft, silvery light. It accents her beauty.

“Shidan…” she trails off.

Silence falls across us like a warm blanket. It is almost comfortable except there is a wrongness between us. The wrongness is me. My memory, or lack of it. There’s a word for the things that attacked us, I know it, but I have no idea what it is.

As a cold chill forms in my limbs, I jerk her closer, pulling her off her feet, and I kiss her. This is all I need. She is an anchor, the reason, she is all I need. The dragon rumbles in pleasure and my cock stiffens.

She returns the kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. Our tongues dance together as my cock throbs with pent-up need. I grab her hair to pull her head back, breaking our kiss so I can lick my way down her neck.

Her breasts press hard against my chest. It’s enticing, and though I know them well, they’re still exotic. No Zmaj female has breasts exposed like hers. I want to taste them. She is mine.

She opens her shirt, leaning back in my arms, causing her breasts to thrust forward. I bury my face between the fleshy mounds. Her skin tastes of sweetness with a hint of spice. She moans as I lick every inch, squeezing her ass.

She moves her hips, grinding against my throbbing dick. The urge to bury myself in her is strong, but I hold off. My attention is for her breasts. I kiss up the left mound until the soft, brown tip is in my mouth. I tease it with my tongue, rolling it over and over, until it is as hard and stiff as my cock.

She groans as I flick it with my tongue, then I lick and kiss my way to the other side, repeating my action. I move back and forth between them until both are tight points. I carry her closer to the wall and pin her between myself and it, returning my lips to hers.

Our kiss is deep, passionate. A kiss to lose myself in.

She works her hips, her hands running through my hair, tugging and pulling. I push my hips against her, my hard cock crushed between us.

“Mine,” I growl.

“Fuck me,” she whispers in my ear. “Make me yours.”

Primal instincts surge, and I don’t hesitate. After dropping her to her feet, I spin her by her hips, so her ass is bowed out and pressing against me. I grab her pants with both hands and slide them down and off, dropping to my knees behind her as I do.

I trail my tongue up her leg as I straighten, tracing the swell of her ass. I shove my hand between her legs and force them to part as I trail my hand up the inside of her thigh to her womanhood.

Her wetness welcomes me. My fingers slide inside of her as I lick around her ass and down the crack. She rotates her hips as I drive fingers into her depths, and she moans.

I groan, my cock pounding, wanting release, but I won’t give that to it yet.

My free hand finds her dangling tits, and I