Tropical Dragons Series Box Set - Naomi Lucas Page 0,26

pheromones beg me for it.

Her hips arch, like they did this morning, exposing the hidden place of her sex. This time I find her deep, heated spot without any help, a tasty beacon for my eyes.

It is so damp, her essence thick and leaking—for me!—that my prick straightens toward it, targeting its enveloping demise. Pressing one nail to her small, slick opening, the human’s hips arch again, and she makes a deeper sound this time.

“You want this,” I say, sliding my claw in circles, remembering how tight her sex really is. “You will suffer for it,” I continue, dipping my finger into her shallowly. “You deserve it for choosing a dragon, for choosing a mate too big for you.” My finger pushes all the way in, and her little opening clamps around it. Oh, shadows, I grunt, I am going to suffer more.

Something stops my finger from going deeper, and my eyes narrow between her legs, feeling my human’s tight sheath everywhere.

She moans and stiffens, clamping my finger harder. A hitching gasp tears my gaze to her pointed face.

“What is that?” I ask, touching it. The harder I press or push against it, the more her grip on my wrist tries to tug it away.

“My barrier,” she blurts.

“Barrier?”

She leans up again, and this time, I allow her. The pink of her skin deepens her cheeks, and it is not because of the red aura from the sky. “It’s supposed to break the first time I’m breached by a male,” she whispers.

I still, my finger tensing inside her. First time? My chest tightens alarmingly. “You have never taken a male’s seed before? This is your first heat?” I can barely manage the words.

She nods.

Femdragons are rare, and it is rarer still to be chosen by one so young she is going through her first heat. Usually, her sire or mother would choose her first mate, ensuring she is given to a worthy male who is taught the way of proper breeding, without the tendencies to damage her or her future young.

I have lived a long time and have never encountered an unbroken female, let alone encountered a femdragon by myself. Not since the comet first appeared and changed the world.

Pushing my finger against her precious barrier, a dangerously overprotective excitement floods through me.

This female picked me, even though she took away my dragon form, she journeyed through a treacherous jungle and touched me.

Although I thought my prick could not get any harder, it does.

Diving over her I bite her neck, pinning her, gnawing her soft skin, licking it rapturously, before grazing my teeth over her throat. Mewling fills the air, all the while my finger caresses her barrier.

“I will break this,” I warn her, pressing it a little harder. “I will break this and take it from you and make it mine.” She shivers.

Even so, Issa’s legs relax and spread for me. Satisfaction unlike I have ever known annihilates my senses.

She is submitting. Fully, willing to take whatever I give her. She is trusting her male.

Feeling the need to fill my mouth with her taste as completely as my nostrils bloom with it, I rise off her, nibbling her throat one last time. She reaches for me and moans sadly, “Don’t go.”

I wrap one hand around her throat. “Defying me?” My eyes narrow. Looking down at her, the need to eat her alive surges through me, and our eyes meet. She shakes her head. “Little mate, I will go nowhere unless it is to the deepest, tightest parts of you to fill with my seed,” I say, my voice as dark as my thoughts.

Caressing her sweet barrier that I will soon destroy, I pull my finger from her. She releases my wrists to grab my rocking hips—where I have been thrusting my swollen prick over her thighs and belly throughout—and I raise my slick finger to my mouth and taste her.

My arm-wings flutter, my heart thunders, and the taste erupts over my tongue. The thrusting of my cock grows wildly against Issa’s submissive form while I suck my finger clean. Groaning, she tastes as she smells. Mine!

Drawing back sharply, I slam my mouth over her wet opening and devour.

Her body bows beneath mine, hands fist into my hair, tugging me closer then pushing me away. Sounds, so many hot noises come from her mouth they meld into music to play her body by. My tongue rams into her, driving forward to lick what my finger touched—to find her newness—and when the