To Tame a Dragon - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,40

craved above all else. He could no longer deny that craving, could no longer resist it. He dropped onto his knees, unmindful of the splash, uncaring for the supplicative posture he’d assumed; only his hunger mattered.

Sliding his legs back, he dipped his head, yanked Elliya closer, and pressed his mouth between her thighs. Her scent, her desire, flooded his senses. His tongue slithered out to sweep along her parted slit.

Her essence was delectable, its sweetness so complete that a shudder wracked his body and his mind swirled. He groaned against her tender flesh. He needed more, more, ever more, could never have enough of her nectar, of this ambrosia.

Falthyris shifted his hands to her backside and tugged her closer still, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder to widen his access to her. He lapped at her slit and pushed his tongue between her folds, taking in every drop of her essence he could find. Even though his cock was submerged in cool water, it throbbed with molten heat, twitching and straining in need.

Her soft moans filled his ears, and her blunt claws grazed his scalp as she rocked her hips. He glanced up to see her head tilted to the side, her lips parted, and her eyes closed.

When his tongue brushed a tiny, hard nub at the apex of her slit, she gasped and bucked against his mouth, grabbing his horns with her hands. Fresh essence flooded her sex. Her eyes flashed open and met his.

Holding her gaze, Falthyris gathered that nectar in his mouth with another groan before flicking his tongue over that little nub again. Elliya caught her bottom lip with her teeth to muffle a cry as her hips bucked again.

Ah.

Despite all the times they’d mated, Falthyris had never discovered this—this spot that seemed to bring his mate so much pleasure. He’d been far too focused on rutting, far too consumed by the Heat, far too absorbed in his anger. He’d familiarized himself with shamefully little of his female’s body thus far. What other places would make her feel pleasure? In what ways would she like to be touched?

What did she want when their bodies came together?

Falthyris was determined to find out.

With a growl, he attacked that nub, licking, flicking, and sucking it into his mouth. He relished her cries, her moans, her wild gasps, which she no longer made any attempt to contain—she freely sang her pleasure into the open air.

Yes! Let the world hear my mate’s cries, let all the world know it is I who pleasured her.

Elliya rocked her hips, the urgency in her movements increasing with every stroke of his tongue. She clutched his horns with a desperate strength, arms trembling as though she were unsure whether she wanted to pull him closer or push him away.

Latching onto that bud, Falthyris sucked hard.

Elliya tensed, digging her heel into his back as she curled over him and released a series of escalating cries. Only her grasp on his horns seemed to keep her aloft, and he readily accepted her weight as she sagged against him. Another wave of nectar flooded her. Falthyris drank it greedily, palming her ass to hold her against his face and continue his feast. He thrust his tongue deep into her channel, twisting and turning it as her inner walls fluttered. When he pulled it back out, he flicked that bud again.

Elliya bucked. “Mmmf!”

More. I need more of her.

The ache in his swollen cock intensified, making his fingers curl against Elliya’s backside. The pleasure-pain of his arousal was out of balance, leaning far more toward pain. The pressure in his loins was overwhelming. And that arousal had only opened him further to Dragonsbane’s curse. The Red Heat baked into his scales, into his muscles and bones, turning his need into something utterly consuming, into something he could no longer withstand.

Falthyris surged up onto his feet, holding Elliya against his face until he was upright. He lifted her away from his mouth, hooking his hands around the backs of her thighs, and slammed her down onto his waiting cock.

“Falthyris!” she rasped, throwing her arms around his neck.

Her tight, slick sex gripped his shaft, and her essence was a balm to his blazing scales—but that pressure only grew. She felt good, so good. He sucked in a shaky breath through his teeth, battling to hold onto his wits despite the sensations threatening to overtake his awareness. Battling to maintain control as the Heat gathered around the edges of his consciousness.

Falthyris