Tropical Dragons Series Box Set - Naomi Lucas Page 0,25

least those of my ancestry—do not force femdragons to take them whether they are in heat or not. There is honor in being chosen, and if competition arises, fighting to the death for that honor.

Watching Issa’s toes curl in her open-foot armor, the need to slide my tongue and taste her there—to taste her everywhere—hits hard. I see myself tonguing her from foot to delicate ear, up and down until only her taste remains in my mouth. Until my saliva coats her skin everywhere.

Since I no longer have wings to hover out, to offer as cover and protection, I raise my hand to her instead, turning my palm upward and spanning out my fingers. Her gaze drops to them, studies them, but then her throat bobs as if she is swallowing hard. Swallowing me because I know my own arousal blooms in the space around us.

The comet glow sizzles my skin as I wait for her to choose me, pressuring me to relieve the terrible ache in my loins. Painful heat builds inside me, sliding down to gather heavily in my cock, and the chilling water does almost nothing to help.

Only Issa’s deep, my thoughts roar. Only she can take my pain away now. My hand begins to tremble between us.

Then she puts her fingers on her skin, hooks them under her weak coverings, and pulls them off. She does the same with her foot armor. Her toes curl again.

I slowly raise my gaze to find her wet, naked form standing before me, above me on the ledge, and though she’s not a dragon, my body responds wildly. Delicious, enchanting softness everywhere, my mouth waters.

A sliver of rage almost takes over, fury that I feel anything for this human… but it doesn’t last. No matter how hard I have fought for it to remain this past day, it doesn’t. She is not evil, I note. She is naïve. Young.

And she is mine now.

Possession, hot and ferocious, stabs my chest. The need to claim her and finish this builds high. And my gaze—deepest shadows!—my gaze will not stray from her soft mounds and peaked nipples. They are peaked for me, me! Not a young dragonling. Me.

I do not understand humankind, nor how they have survived for so long, but I find that I like their softness—Issa’s softness—a little too much.

Claim her before another male comes. Claim her before another dragon sees her worth and chooses humanity willingly!

She lowers herself into the water and a growl escapes me. Steam rises in my belly and pours from my nostrils as Issa stops right before me.

COME TO ME!

She takes my hand.

My thoughts roil and fight and fashion together. I am tensed to pounce and forsake the honor of my ancestry.

But she stabs me with her bright blue eyes as she takes my shaking hand.

My fingers curl around her, holding her there, tightening, letting her know, as my shadow and body tower over her, removing the light from her skin, that… she has made her choice.

“Kaos,” she says my name again hesitantly. Her lips purse to say more.

Falling upon her hard, pushing her back against the pool’s ledge, I snarl in her face to stop her. “No more words,” I hiss out. “I do not want to hear them unless I ask for them specifically, understand? A female who has chosen her mate, bows to him completely. You will submit!”

Her mouth parts further.

Unable to wait any longer—pressing her back to the slick edge—pushing her down, spreading her legs apart, I erect myself between them. She tries to sit up on her elbows, but I grip her hands and force her arms forward.

I want her on the ground, beneath me. I will be satisfied. Growling again, I tell her as much. “You will let me mount you!”

She is so stiff that her legs hook my thighs hard. I growl again.

“Show me your deep spot again, female,” I order. My cock is hard and ready to erupt its fire all over her small pelvis and hollowed waist. When she doesn’t immediately obey, I slip my hands between her thighs and pull them apart.

A high-pitched squeak fills my ears as Issa’s hands grip my wrists. Her tiny nails bite my skin. I like her noises—her nails digging into me. Her reactions send delicious sensations down my spine. A femdragon would never do any more than lie there and take her mate’s prick.

But a more powerful want urges me to take her and fill her with my seed. Her