To Wake a Dragon - Naomi Lucas Page 0,47

tighter. “Thank you for telling me,” she whispers. She pulls back to look at me. “You have given me the greatest gift.”

I lean down and place my lips on hers. “And you have given me the same.”

I am in no rush to leave, and the light gets brighter in the sky as time passes. She shows me how pleased and excited she is to be carrying my young. I preen at her affection. Her glowing warmth seeps into me, putting my dark crystal to work.

We make the most of the stream and bathe ourselves. I enjoy the newest pleasure of exploring every inch of my female as she lets me take the lead. By the end, there is no place on her body that I have not touched, or have not licked. And I lick thoroughly, especially between her legs. My tongue tastes her at her pure source, where her delicious arousal comes from, and I drink her down. My mate’s human nectar is now my favorite flavor.

But I also lick all of her scratches, all of her bruises. Though the bruises are harder to heal, I manage to close her scrapes. When I am done, Milaye is draped half on the bank, half in the water, spread out and watching me with a relaxed softness, an ease that I did not know she possessed. It is a look I like on her.

“Beautiful,” I say, climbing on top of her.

She smiles up at me and grasps my larger set of horns. Her legs come around my hips, and I slide back inside her.

By early evening, Milaye is dressing, and there is nothing I can do to stop her. Besides the excursion to find food—where I caught a cockatrice wandering the bank with my hands, snapping its neck to my human’s shock—we have rutted and enjoyed each other for most of the day. There was only the small hurdle of how to treat the cockatrice’s corpse. Milaye demanded it be cooked by fire, and I insisted we eat it raw.

In the end, my human won.

But she is dressing now, and I would rather have her bare. Always bare for me and my pleasure. I reach for her. She slips away. “I am not done with you, female.”

Though I know she is pregnant, my cock still remains full with fresh seed to spend inside her.

“We can’t waste any more time. Night will fall soon, and we need to head home. If we’re anywhere by the first cave entrance, then we reach my tribe before full dark.” She doesn’t mention Haime, but I know it is on her mind.

“I am your tribe now, Milaye,” I tell her. I need her to know that. “A femdragon does not remain with her nest, when she is grown, she leaves.” I sigh, closing my eyes a moment to consider. “But I know that is not what human females do.” I do not want her to go back to her tribe, I do not want her to find out whether Haime is okay or not, because if she is not… it would sadden my female, and I do not think I can bear to see her so. But I also know that I will never be able to keep her from going home. Our home, now. I shake my head, open my eyes, and catch her gaze. “We shall make our way there.”

The hardness in her face softens. “You will like it there, Drazak. My tribemates are good, strong people.” She rips a leaf from the large plant behind her. I follow her out of the water. I take the large leaf she hands me and I wrap it around my middle. The other wrap remains in the cave where I left it. I do not think we will be returning for it.

“All water leads to the Mermaid Sea,” she says. “If we follow the creak, it’ll lead us to the shore, and from the shore, we follow it home.”

Home. Despite my attempts to the contrary, the destination bothers me. I will not like where she lives because she lives near others, despite what she says. I am a lone creature for these past many years, and all I want is Milaye with me, no one or nothing else. I did not choose this piece of me, but a long-dead poison dragon did. I have been alone for so long… even before I fell, life as a healthy dragon is still lonely. And it is all I