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known. Taller than me by a head or so, taller still if I include his horns.

Gaze traveling down to his tail, I barely comprehend it. Mermaids along the coast have brightly colored fishtails, and the dangerous jungle nagas have snake tails, but this male is no mermaid or naga. He has legs. Legs with thighs and calves that beg me to run my hands over them because they are sculpted to perfection.

And though I try hard not to look at his cock, I can’t help but see it out of the corner of my eye. My strange internal heat bursts when I finally allow myself another glimpse of it.

A blush rises on my cheeks. Oh, waters, is he endowed.

I know he is because the elder males and females of my tribe—those who are or once mated—talk about rutting often, often with giggles and jokes, telling stories of when they were young and there were more partners to be had.

I’ve heard them all, even the fake ones of phantom men coming from the Forbidden Jungle to ravish our women late at night, or those of male merfolk who loved to slide their tongues between our female’s legs—because mermaids only have a cold hole, they complained…

Or some of the tales the grandmothers would relish telling: the dumb, burly giants, lugging heavy clubs between their thighs, that their mothers and grandmothers had once encountered in the wastes and played with.

The dragon male’s velvety scaled cock could be considered a club too. A club that’s smooth and rigid like the rest of him, partially blue, partially silver, with veins pulsing and a tip that’s twice the girth of his shaft. And his girth…

My hands twitch. I don’t know if I could grip him, not with how bulbous his shaft is… though I’m curious to try.

My sex flutters again, unwittingly, feeling emptier and needier than ever before. I grump and run my hands over my face. I need this dragon man now. Right now. My chest tightens as something primal threatens to take me over.

Another streak of guilt hits me. I force my gaze from his cock and steady myself. Again. What is wrong with me?

Pressing my thighs together, I rub my face harder, only looking again at him when I know I’ve gathered control—I won’t jump him while he’s unconscious. Untoward sexual encounters are a sinful act among all the tribes and are harshly punished.

His tail twitches, catching my attention.

It couldn’t have been comfortable having it dragged through the sand. Biting my bottom lip, I check his wounds again, peeling back the makeshift bandages.

They’re still raw and deep, but like the shallower gashes, they’re practically healing before my eyes. I notice nowhere on his body—which is nearly silvery white—is there a slight bruise or tiny scratch, not even a rash from being hauled through sand and over small rocks. I’m thankful for this.

Glancing at myself, I know I’m bruised before even seeing them form on my dusky skin.

“Aida! You’re safe—oh my…” I hear Milaye’s voice from down the cave passage before I see her. She comes to a sudden stop several feet away, eyes widening on my dragon male. “Oh my…” She mutters some more in shock.

“Help me,” I groan, sitting up straighter, jealously covering him from her gaze. I hate the idea of her seeing him. He’s mine. I sense it deep inside where the heat in my chest has yet to leave. “He’s hurt. He needs help.”

He’s mine.

She nods and runs back into the cave. Shielding his nudity with my body, the strange possession continues to build. I wrench my eyes closed and rest my brow against the male’s, praying to the waters that he doesn’t try to kill me when he wakes.

7

Dragon Desires

I get the male settled on a cot near one of the cave streams inside, upon a natural platform by the cave wall.

A bend in the stream ensures our privacy behind a rocky wall, enough to stop most of the curious gazes of others—and they are curious, anxious even, some frenzied. This spot is ideal for the sickly and hurt, with the shallow pool next to us and the trickle of a spring deep behind the rocks for fresh, clean water. It’s a good spot overall.

Luckily, most of the tribe has bedded down for the night. No one else is hurt from the storm.

But those who remain awake and watchful are staring at me and mumbling with others, presumably about me and the new male. Within minutes, their curiosity