To Wake a Dragon - Naomi Lucas Page 0,35

hand in shock. “You are covered here, you have not bared yourself to me, and—”

“Drazak!” I stammer when his fingers curl and press into my opening. “Stop!”

“Why?” he rasps, clearly as affected as I am.

“You’ve found it,” I gasp. His hand nestles against my most sensitive spot. And with my thighs still holding it in place, I can’t help myself—I curl up and push against it. A moan slips from my throat. “You’ve found where your prick goes.” I grip his wrist with both my hands.

His hand leaves the back of my head as I lift to rub myself upon him like a sex-craved banshee. I’m wet, so wet, I realize when his hand—which has stayed gloriously still for my sake—grows slick. My thin shreds of undergarments are soaked.

They’ve been soaked for days. It’s wanton of me to have wanted him so badly.

“Are you okay, human?” he asks because I am literally using his hand to get myself off, practically trying to mate it. “Is this part of mating?”

“Don’t move,” I beg, jerking my hips. If this were a human male, they would think me possessed. I almost think I am, but I can’t help it. Drazak presses his fingers harder against me, and I almost scream, clutching him. My nub is a ball of nerves and my sex won’t stop clenching. “I want you,” I cry. “I want you inside me. It’s not part of mating,” I tell him. “I just can’t stop!”

Drazak flips me over, and right in that moment, my nerves unravel. My body seizes. Unnatural noises fall from my lips as I find bliss. And through it all, I feel Drazak snarling behind me as he bends my knees under me and tears off my undergarment, exposing me to his view.

“Show me where, human!”

I rock my hips, still riding the sensations I stole, already feeling the need for more.

He’s bared me for him. I press one fist to my mouth to quiet my moans, and then reach back and press my finger just above my clenching sex. It’s torn away a moment later.

Something thick and hard is pressed to it instead. My body shivers in anticipation. A scream for another release lodges in my throat.

I’ve never learned sex from the mated elders in my tribe, but I know what happens. You can’t be a huntress without knowing what the animals and beasts do in the wild.

Drazak leans over me as I think this, and I press up against him, wanting his body to cover every inch of me, wanting even more for him to do to me as the creatures in the wild. After all, we’re in dangerous terrain and there’s nothing civilized about our predicament. I’m not being civilized, at all.

“I will seed you, human, and you will bear my young,” Drazak says into my ear.

I push back, urging him to take me. “Yes,” I mewl, squeezing my eyes shut, sucking in a breath.

“I will seed you, give my essence to you, and dominate you.”

I’m shaking, wiggling, barely able to hear his words.

“I am the alpha in this mating,” he hisses.

“Yesss, please, please don’t make me wait any longer,” I cry. I will agree to anything if it would end this torture. The bliss I stole wasn’t enough, it barely took the edge off. “Drazak,” I whimper. “Please!”

His shaft penetrates, slickened by my arousal, presses into me. My lips part.

I squeeze around him as he forces me to stretch, to accommodate him. He’s huge—I saw him, he’s so much bigger than my opening—but I know he’ll fit.

He has to fit. How could we mate otherwise?

But as he nudges farther into me, taking up all my space and more, a new cry tears from my throat, this one from pain.

Will he fit?

A deep rumbling groan fills my ears, and Drazak’s arm wraps around my middle. I bow as his prick claims a bit more and his arm bands hard, keeping me in place. My fingers curl, my nails scrape dirt, and then they bite into my palms.

I’m about to shout for him to stop—when he thrusts hard.

Stars fill my vision, and my body tenses.

Mated. Ripped. Banded. Claimed. Words flutter through my head. I squeeze around him and I wince, dropping my brow to the backs of my hands.

Is it supposed to be this painful?

Drazak hasn’t moved, but his body is as tense as mine.

“Glorious,” he breathes.

His body shakes.

Glorious? I squeeze my eyes shut harder.

“Milaye, you feel—” he groans the words “—I do not have the word