To Tame a Dragon - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,22

head over and over, faster and faster, setting the frantic rhythm for his movements as he rutted her.

Mine. Mine. Mine!

Elliya slid her hands down the dragon’s shoulders and curled her fingers against his back scales as he pounded into her, desperate to pull him closer. The brief pain from his initial impalement gave way to whispers of pleasure as his cock repeatedly thrust into her, stretching her to push deeper, its ridges running along the sensitive inner flesh of her sex. He filled her so completely—and yet she still wanted more.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and used her heels to urge him on—not that he needed encouragement. His hips moved at inhuman speed, and his strong, firm hands drove her down on his shaft harder with each passing moment. His every thrust was punctuated by a guttural sound from his chest and the slap of his flesh against hers.

Liquid heat flooded her, easing his passage and heightening her pleasure. The sensations coiled tighter and tighter within her core, intensifying with his every stroke, sending echoing ripples throughout her body. The press of his claws against Elliya’s skin only added to the intensifying maelstrom inside her.

Elliya moaned, the sound breathless and needy. Her lashes fluttered, but she refused to let her eyes close. She watched his savagely beautiful face—his sharp, bared teeth, the burning blue of his eyes, the hard set of his brow. His expression, posture, and movements blazed with possessiveness and lust, with insatiable hunger, with rage so old and deep she could scarce comprehend it.

And his lips…

Elliya licked her own lips, wetting them, and the dragon’s eyes dipped to watch.

I want to feel his lips on mine.

Pulling her hands back, she cupped his jaw and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his.

The dragon’s eyes flared. He snapped his head back and shook off her hands, releasing a huff of heated air through his nostrils. The orange glow in his chest brightened, and the heat he emitted grew. Elliya felt suddenly as though she were beside a cooking fire back home. But it didn’t matter—she was already burning hot all over.

On his next powerful thrust, she burst. Pleasure exploded from Elliya’s core and raced through her body, stealing her breath and curling her toes, making every bit of her tingle. For those few moments, her awareness shrank down to only what she felt. The rest of the universe was gone, forgotten, unimportant—everything except for him.

Her dragon.

That unseen tether that bound Elliya to him sang, rippling through her to resonate with her heart and soul. Its song was her song—it was their song—and it was a taste of what could yet be.

Elliya squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head back, crying out as spasms of ecstasy took hold of her. Slickness flooded her, and her sex quivered, contracting tight around his cock, as greedy for more as she was.

The dragon’s rhythm quickened, and his snarling breaths grew more ragged. The heat radiating from him built further, and the darkness behind Elliya’s eyelids became a warm red glow. She opened her eyes and watched from beneath hooded lids as the orange light in his chest spread to his neck, arms, and abdomen.

His pace faltered as he drew in a hissing breath. He bucked his hips, slamming into her deeper than ever before, and roared his release. His cock thickened and jerked, and his hot seed bloomed within her. Silently, she prayed to Cetolea that his seed would take root.

The dragon’s wings flared wide and curled around Elliya, sheltering her, as he shuddered through his climax. Inside the shadows cast by his wings there was only that roiling ember glow, there was only this otherworldly being of fire and fury, there was only Elliya’s male. Her mate.

Panting, and with her sex still contracting in the aftermath of their mating, she pressed her palm over his chest. It was hot—hot enough that it should have burned her—but she didn’t feel any pain.

He tipped his forehead against hers as he caught his breath, the scent of which was reminiscent of burning incense. His fingers flexed on her ass, and he drew Elliya closer still, as though he could somehow bury himself deeper within her. He undulated his hips slowly, grinding against her pleasure bud with faint growls rumbling his chest.

“Dragon,” Elliya moaned, curling her fingers against his chest as that spark of pleasure at her core flared.

The dragon grunted. His grasp tightened for a moment before he lifted his head, brows