Tropical Dragons Series Box Set - Naomi Lucas Page 0,86

hook my legs over him, once again finding my feet unable to connect. I strain my neck to look upon his face.

But he’s over me, his huge body not even arching so our lips can meet. I kiss his torso and chest to get his taste in my mouth.

Thrusting faster now, he snarls like an animal. My dragon. And with a roar blaring out, he shoots his seed.

Heat pools into me—so much heat—and I clamp my sex around him. My thighs grab what they can while I cry out. His seed spreads slick between us as he forces me to take everything. And when I’m about to wilt with exhaustion, he releases me.

“Zaeyr,” I moan, curling to my side, the sensation of his cum spreading throughout my body. Like the first time we mated, my body shudders, paralyzing me on contact. But I remain conscious this time.

Relighting the torch, he picks me up and carries me to the cave pool, tugs off my remaining coverings, and slips us into the cold water together.

“You are ovulating, human. Your pheromones have sweetened this night,” he groans, moving his hands all over me. “It is maddening, and I am already mad.”

Ovulating? My heart skips a beat and I find the strength to whisper, “What does that mean for us?” I ask coyly, allowing him to move me, wash me, pet me. I couldn’t stop him even if I tried. My body is still weak.

“It means we should stay here until it is over, so I may have you whenever I want. I may not be able to control myself.”

Oh.

The answer. The tribe. Father… everything comes back to me like a speartip to the heart, taking away the headiness of the moment.

For a time, there’s stillness between us.

He hums low, almost in warning. “Do not think of them.”

“I can’t help it.”

“It is because they are important to you.” He sighs.

Swallowing, I close my eyes. “Yes.” No matter how hurt or angry I am with Delina. My tribe is and always will be one of the most important things to me in my life. If this journey of surrendering a future with Leith has proven anything to me, it’s this.

“We will go to them soon,” he grumbles, and I ease up against him.

“Thank you.” I mean it. So, so much. “I will make this better,” I tell him for his sake because I still feel guilty. “This thing with Father, and Delina, will be nothing soon. I promise.”

Zaeyr pulls me from the water, wraps a clean hide around me, and helps me back into my clothes, tying the strings, adjusting the shells and teeth adorned on them. It’s such a kind, unexpected move on his part that my throat tightens. All my strength has returned by the time I’m ready. He dresses in his loincloth. Finding a cape in the nearby stashes, I pull it around his shoulders and button it at his torso.

Stepping back, the only word that comes to mind is dashing. My dragon is handsome.

Wrenching my hands at my sides so as not to touch him again, I know the time has come for us to leave the cave.

We make our way to the entrance, bringing the torch to light our way, ditching it when the dawn’s light brightens the path.

The smell of the ocean fills my nose, the sea breeze whips my heavy hair away from my face. Zaeyr takes my hand and leads me into the light. We stand there for a time as our eyes adjust to the light shining down and the brilliant blue skies above.

“Not even a wisp of cloud,” I murmur as it all comes into focus. “It’s as if the storm never happened at all.”

“It happened,” he mutters.

I turn to him. “What do you want to do?”

He knows what my question means, what I’m inferring.

“I want to build a nest with you, human, and cover you in my protection.” He glances toward the turquoise water beyond the rocks. His face falls and I frown. “I had a nest built, a sapphire and pearl cave filled with all the jewels of this gulf within, with walls that were high and tunnels that ran deep—all for my future mate. Hundreds of years of my life, I prepared the space, waiting.”

My throat strangles further. “Under the mermaid kingdom?”

He nods.

“It sounds beautiful.”

He looks at me. “It was. It was all for you.”

“Zaeyr…”

“Do not,” he hisses. “I have a confession to make myself, Aida. Several, in fact. I know you