To Wake a Dragon - Naomi Lucas Page 0,36

for it. Glorious. My little mate is heavenly. Skies!”

My mouth puckers as beads of sweat form to wet the backs of my hands. I wouldn’t call this glorious, but each passing second is better than the one before. The tight pain eases.

“You’re inside me,” I whisper dumbly, now feeling the sensation behind the pain. I’m staring at nothing, my mind whirling.

“Oh yes, human, I am. I will be inside you always.”

Pleasure surges at his claim, and my vision focuses. I arch my back. ‘Inside you always.’ I mouth the words, tasting their heady threat with each syllable.

His shaft slips out, and I could scream from its loss, the words already forgotten. Drazak growls and thrusts back in, shunting my hips forward. His legs slap mine.

I shriek, stunned. Scales poke the backs of my thighs.

“I will rut you now,” he warns. He pulls out and thrusts again without giving me a moment to adjust.

“Yes,” I gasp, feeling the rise of my hysterical need. His body pulls away, his hands grip my hips, and I glance behind me when he pulls out and plunges back into me.

Yes.

He does it again, hard and powerful. “Human!” he roars. It echoes.

“More,” I plead, exhaling during his next surge. This time I nearly flatten to the floor before he rises back up, taking my hips with him. My core takes him eagerly, despite the ache of the stretch. “More,” I say again, when he pulls back out to topple me over again.

I brace, but even so, I’m not ready. He spears me hard, like he’s trying to drive the entirety of himself into me. He doesn’t lift me from the floor this time. I wait for him to pull my hips back up but instead he shunts against me, sliding his hips from side to side, and rising up on his arms. My mouth parts as he stretches me even further.

“I’m too small!” I cry when he grinds his hips into circles. Every inch of his prick caresses my core, and there’s this spot… “Drazak!” Something inside of me, the spot where he rubs, it threatens to burst.

He grunts and stops his grinding before it does. “You are not, female, you fit me tightly, perfectly. You were made for me.” He pulls out and plunges into me, emphasizing his assumption. But he stops sliding his cock back and forth. I inhale.

He must take that as acceptance because he begins to move again, and my body moves with him. Like a fiend, he picks up the pace, we’re no longer playing, he ruts me. My knees dig into the dirt. My head falls forward, unable to look back at him while we move this fast. I squeeze my eyes closed and grit my teeth each time he fills me.

I fit him after all. My body blazes with heat.

I’m plastered to the ground, and he’s above me like a storm. He covers my body entirely, even his tails capture my ankles. My ears fill with animalistic noises—his noises or my noises, I’m not sure. They don’t sound human, but dark and frightening. I stare at his clawed hand next to my face. There’s smoke. Dark wafts of smoke rising from his body. It’s making everything grow dark, eating up the firelight. It slides over and begins to stroke my skin.

I feel it enter between my legs, led into me through him, and I scream, thrashing the floor. My core tightens. It tightens so much that I hear him bellow out. He’s saying my name, and I think I’m screaming his. His rutting grows wilder. My legs are spread as wide as they can go.

Every nerve-ending ignites as my mind goes blank. Pulse after pulse of bliss envelop me, strangling me, and I’m writhing between Drazak and the floor. He fights me down, pins me, and an earthshaking roar fills my ears. Gushing heat erupts between us and he stills, trapping me completely. His mouth moves in my hair.

His tongue licks my wound. My bliss bursts again as his saliva touches my skin, as I feel him twitching within.

“Milaye,” he grunts.

I’m shaking, speared down, against him.

“Milaye, my little human, my fierce female mate,” he says.

My lips part but they close back up as another wave hits. More liquid fire slips between us. He grinds once more into me, and my core clamps even harder to keep him from moving.

Drazak rasps with a bout of soft laughter. “I am your alpha.” He laps the back of my head.

I don’t deny