Tropical Dragons Series Box Set - Naomi Lucas Page 0,18

equals. The warmth in my chest builds at the thought.

“What are you called?” I murmur, spanning my hand across her back to pull her closer upon me. So small, even under her thin armor, her bones can be felt.

I feel her mouth move on my flesh a short time before she answers, sending strikes of pressure straight to my shaft. “Issa,” her soft voice fills my ears. Femdragons rarely deigned to speak to their mates unless it was to relay their needs. “What are you called?” She repeats my question back at me just as softly, exhaustion lacing her words.

Wanting to snarl in fury at her audacity, the anger still fails to return. Instead, considering her generosity in answering such a private question, the only recourse I have is to do the same.

“Kaos,” I tell her, my tone stronger and more admonishing than I like it to be. It is as if I want to impress her, show her my worthiness to hold her as such. A hiss escapes me.

Her body had begun to loosen before my name but it tenses again. She tries to pull her leg off me, but one sharp snarl makes her stop. “Stay.” My hiss turns into a growl.

We lie there for a while, listening to the jungle. She rises and falls with my chest as I take in air and release it. Slowly, she begins to relax again, and I find myself relaxing with her. Reaching around her gently, I fan a cluster of her long hair over my chest, enjoying the simple play of pulling out the twists in it.

“Kaos,” she whispers my name, and my hand stops. “Why did you lick my stomach?”

Hmm, the taste of her skin comes back and staggers me. “The noise it made sounded like a dragonling.”

Issa exhales. “A baby dragon?”

“Yes.”

She nods then falls silent. Soon after, the last of the tension leaves her and I know she is asleep.

Listening to her snores, the night passes without me finding rest. And when a mild glow of light returns the jungle-green to my surroundings, I find I do not want the night to end. Gazing down at the female who stole my life as color blooms all around… Finally, a surge of anger comes back to tighten my throat and lock my jaw. Whatever calmness within me flees with the light.

My shaft stiffens painfully as radiant, long blonde locks fill my gaze, and a soft golden body appears from the deep shadows. Kissed with sunshine, shaped and loved by it. Kisses that created little freckles over the bump of her nose and curves of her cheeks. What was red and dark last night is delicious and intriguing in the growing dawn.

Her bare leg is still draped over mine, taunting me to push to the side—take the other—and open her up. Her delicate human hand rests on my chest.

My chest. Snapping my gaze from her, I take in my body. The surge of anger rises up to burn my lungs and tongue. And my shaft. It aches wickedly.

Flicking my gaze back to her, a dark sound tears from my lips.

My fingers curl to pin her down and consume all that she is, eating her until there is nothing left for me to feel but gratification and sated vengeance. The need to take back all that I have lost—all because of her—is her burden to bear.

Shoving the human off me, rising above her, I order her to awaken.

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Pressure Builds

Snapping my eyes open, sleep leaves me fast and hard. I shriek as I’m pinned by a large male body with sharp, furious eyes. Pushing deep into the leafy ground as far as I can, Kaos fills my vision. His skin is a light green, his hair black and long like snakes. His eyes are ebony one second and emerald the next. My eyes flick to his wing-like appendages along his arms.

The events of last night hit me even harder, and my mouth opens. He’s not the man I began to trust in the deep shadows. He’s—my toes curl—still a dragon.

“Issa,” he rasps, and his voice ignites fear and heat through me all at once. Holding back a moan, I stay as still as possible. “I am done suffering on your account.”

Widening my eyes, I don’t have time to respond as he flips me onto my belly and pushes up my net and skirt. Large, groping hands grip the backs of my thighs and pull them apart. Shock slices through me as he