To Tame a Dragon - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,51

his tongue. “My mate. My sweet, sweet mate. Yessss,” he hissed.

She quickened her motions, sucking harder, deeper, listening to his moans and growls and moaning in turn when his tongue occasionally flicked her pleasure bud.

Suddenly, Falthyris stiffened. His claws pricked her skin and his cock thickened an instant before seed erupted from him. He roared, and his body arched, lifting off the blanket as his liquid heat filled her mouth. She drank as much as she could, pumping her hand to extend his pleasure.

When he finally eased, Elliya lifted her mouth off him and ran her tongue along his length and slit, cleaning him, unwilling to waste a single drop.

Breath ragged, Falthyris rumbled contently and kneaded her ass. “I can think of no finer way to begin a new day.”

Elliya chuckled and pushed herself up, wiping the remnants of his pleasure from her mouth with the back of her hand. “I can think of no finer treat.”

Lifting a leg over him, she turned so she could lie nestled beside him. He wrapped his arm around her as she rested her head on his shoulder and settled her hand on his fiery chest. His heart pounded beneath her palm.

Falthyris turned his face toward her, buried his nose in her hair, and inhaled deeply. His hold on her tightened. She didn’t mind. She enjoyed these quiet moments after their intimacy, enjoyed that he held her as though she couldn’t possibly be close enough to him.

She’d always yearned for such a connection, for someone to hold her this way, to cherish her, But Elliya had never imagined how good it would feel. How perfect it would be. She’d never realized the power and depth such a relationship could have until now.

Until him.

The Red Star would soon be gone, and she wondered how much would change once the Heat had ended. She and Falthyris mated often, mated vigorously, especially at night when the Heat was at its worst. Each joining left Elliya sweaty, sated, and exhausted.

Each joining left her feeling…loved.

No matter how strong the haze of Heat seemed to grow in his mind, Falthyris’s eyes were always for Elliya. He saw her. He was there with her.

She was enjoying this time with him, immensely. But she also missed her tribe sisters, her mother, her little chamber. She missed the liveliness, the activity, the songs, dances, and hunts. She even missed her daily chores.

Elliya grinned. She could only imagine the looks that would be on her people’s faces when she returned with Falthyris. She would show Falthyris to them all, taking satisfaction from everyone’s awed expressions. Especially Dian’s. She knew it was not honorable to gloat, but she knew also that she wouldn’t be able to resist—she took pride in her mate. Falthyris was fierce, beautiful, and strong.

He was hers.

Dian will be so, so angry.

Elliya’s shoulders shook with her quiet laughter.

“What thought has you so amused, Elliya?” Falthyris asked, combing his claws through her long hair.

She grinned. “I was just thinking of how furious Dian will be when we return to my tribe.”

His hand stilled.

“We will not be going to your tribe,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

“I do not mean now. I know we must wait for the Heat to end.”

“We will not be going to your tribe,” he repeated.

Elliya’s brow furrowed, and she frowned. She sensed sudden tension radiating from him. “What?”

“You are mine, Elliya, and your place is here in our lair. This is your home.”

Every bit of the contentment she’d felt over the last two weeks was snuffed out like a campfire doused with water. She pushed herself up into a sitting position. Her hair snagged in his claws, causing a sharp pain on her scalp, but she ignored it, gritting her teeth as she grasped the caught strands and yanked them out of his hand.

Falthyris sat up, his bright eyes fixating on her. “What are you doing? What is wrong?”

“This”—she waved to indicate the entirety of the dimly lit cave—“is not my home.”

“This is my home, and you are my mate. Thus, it is also your home. This is your place.”

Elliya rose to her feet, moving to the pile of clothing next to her bag. Her inner thighs were sticky with her slick. She snatched up her loincloth and spun to face him as she tied it around her waist. “This is not my place, Falthyris. This is a cave. It is empty and lifeless.”

He stood up slowly, the powerful muscles beneath his scales visibly tense and his heartfire