Dragon's Isolation - Miranda Martin Page 0,51

be stopped. I will dominate this.

“Wait,” she says, but the anger overwhelms her voice.

I charge the doors, slamming into them with my shoulder. They shudder and dent at the force of impact, but do not open. I pound them with my fists, roaring in anger.

“SHIDAN!” Amara yells.

It slices through the haze of rage. A thin line of reason. Panting I turn to face her, struggling to control myself. She walks closer, oblivious to the danger of the dragon. Her fingers touch my face, warm, trailing down and across my chest. Silent she rises onto her toes and her lips press to mine.

The dragon resists, holding to its dominance, then as fast as that, the switch is thrown. Desire burns like an inferno inside. My prime cock is rock hard, and all my thoughts are for making love to her. No, not love, fucking. I want to fuck her. Thrust into her, rut, lay my claim on her. Mark her as mine.

My treasure. Mine.

I growl into our kiss, wrapping my arms around her and jerking her off her feet. She embraces me, her pussy pressing hard against my pulsing cock. Holding her with one arm, I use my free one to rip her shirt open, exposing her stunning tits. I bury my face between them, lavishing my attention on each of them in turn.

She moans, throwing her head back and pushing her chest forward. Her hands twine in my hair and she moves my head from one breast to the other. I give control to her, making sure of her pleasure by letting her guide my head.

I can’t hold back my needs though. Together we go to war with our remaining clothes as our passions consume us. We fight our way free of them until at last I’m sliding into her. I sigh with relief as her body welcomes me in.

Crushing her against the wall, I pound her pussy. Thrusting in hard and fast. This isn’t gentle lovemaking, this is dominance. Claiming. Primal.

She is mine. Mine by trial and mine by right. She gives herself to me, as I am the victor. As I slam my cock into her over and over, each thrust is a testament of my worthiness. The ultimate predator. The winner.

It isn’t long at all before we’re both crying out our pleasures, and then my seed is being spent into her, laying that most important claim. The claim on a future. A future we are projecting ourselves into by our primal actions.

Spent at last, we’re left panting, clinging to each other, huffing in the aftermath of our joining. She kisses my neck and runs her fingers through my hair. The primal haze recedes some, letting logic and thought assert itself once more.

We’re trapped in this maze, and I have no way to provide for her. There will be no future if I don’t get us out of here.

That sobering thought drives me. I put her back on her feet and we dress. She’s smiling, touching my face and chest. She says words, but they don’t mean anything to me. I know she is satisfied and that is good, but now what matters is freedom. Red skies over our heads, and the warmth of the double suns beating against my scales.

Room to run, to hunt, to protect her. Our son. He should be with us. It’s an empty ache that demands to be filled.

Dressed, I turn my somewhat more rational attention to the doors. They’re marred by deep dents, but they’ve held against my rage. A sinking feeling settles over my stomach as I stare at the barrier blocking our way forward.

“We need leverage,” Amara says.

I try to understand, but words and symbols aren’t forming together in my thoughts. Rage thrums underneath every thought, barely contained. It’s a constant struggle to not give in to its demands. She walks back down the hallway and then peeks into one of the doors.

I rush to her side. We haven’t explored these side rooms. I do not know if there is danger hiding in there. I pull her back away from the opening.

“Hey!” she cries out.

I hold up my hand and shake my head. She frowns, eyes narrowing, anger making the vein on the side of her head pulse. I ignore her and enter the room first, taking a careful look through the dim rooms to make sure that there is no threat to her.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she says entering the room behind me.

Fortunately, there is no threat