To Wake a Dragon - Naomi Lucas Page 0,46

hands, I want to prove my point.

I pull her onto my lap.

She is sweet and submissive in my grasp, allowing me to move her where I want her. The submissive female I need. But then she twists, shifting our orientation, and I enjoy how she pays me for allowing her to take control.

Her legs straddle me as I think this. What an interesting position. My shaft falls on her belly between us. She shifts closer, trapping it between our bodies. The view of it against her lithe stomach proves my strength. Pleasure blazes.

It is hard to believe the pleasure I receive from mating her. It is beyond… beyond anything I have experienced. Dragons do not have the means to experience such pleasure. Mating is done only for the sake of younglings. I pity what I was now. I pity it greatly.

Squeezing Milaye’s cushiony hips in my hands, I enjoy being a human even more. I glance down at my steely cock. Milaye’s hand slips between us. My tip rises above the water, and her palm comes down to greet it, cupping it firmly in her grip. I grit my teeth with a groan.

Divine torture. She squeezes my prick’s head and slides her hand down my length. My whole body stiffens, ready to ejaculate everything I have to give. Yet I hold myself back. My seed belongs in her, not on her chest. Though the image of the alternative tightens my sacks.

“You kill me,” I rasp. Her tight hand slides up, back down.

“Dragon, when you need me, I need you.” Her voice is dusky and sweet to my ears. She rises on her knees, still holding my shaft. My grip on her strengthens.

“You are not allowed to leave—” But her body positions over my root and lowers.

“I’m not leaving,” she says, sliding down onto me.

I throw my head back, bellowing in ecstasy. I was not expecting her to mount me. I am thrilled, my shaft pulses and widens. Her deep sheath grasps me like it is starving for me, for my seed. She whimpers, and at the sound, my nails bite into her dripping flesh. She tries to rise, but I hold her seated.

Her brow furrows, teeth pressing into her lower lip.

She settles back down, taking me in lovingly.

Her sheath quivers and clenches. With each little movement, my seed threatens to erupt. Desperate for distraction, I caress the ends of my tails up and down her back. I do not want this bliss to end.

“I will always be inside you,” I groan, telling her like it is.

I jerk my hips side to side, urging her to widen so my cock may expand with seed.

She twitches and drops her head on my chest. Her eyes squeeze shut. But she takes it. I jerk again, and she cries out.

“So big. Too big!”

“Not for you, sweet human.” But I give her time to relax.

When she does, the moment her rigid body loosens, I move. Thrusting my hips up, I hold her on to me. She drops her head back and moans, her soft mounds bouncing slightly. The sight drives me wild.

Pummeling we rut, our tempo increasing, our need building. Neither of us is watching for predators, and the thought of the risk makes my adrenaline race. I almost want something to attack us, almost want to drown in bloodlust just as my mating heat takes over. I can taste it, blood, meat, and rutting all at once.

And with the illusion, my primal dragonhood seizes me.

I slam into her. She holds onto me tight. The higher I thrust up, the more I need her sheath to squeeze me. Crazed, I stand, lifting her with me, rocking back and forth violently. I sense her nearing that moment when she will strangle me, just like I need her too. I hear it in her heightening moans.

Then she does, tightening and constricting my shaft. Darkness rushes through me. My jewel cools, and my thrusting stops. Her body dances on me as I hold her on my prick. Seed shoots out, and I roar.

When I am certain I have scared every animal within a mile of us, I drop back into the water, taking Milaye with me.

She rests against me, shaking.

Pride surges through me because I know, I know that she has finally, completely taken my seed in a way that bears fruit. I feel my body’s darkness swirling inside her.

I run my hands up her back and tangle them into her hair. “You are pregnant.”

She holds onto me