To Wake a Dragon - Naomi Lucas Page 0,59

baskets filled with fruits and dried meats, more hides, and several spears resting in the crook of his arm. He sets his procurement on the other side of the campfire, taking a grouping of branches after and placing them atop it. I lower and make myself cozy, watching him.

He reaches into a pouch at his waist and pulls out fire moss. I smile as he starts our fire.

“Now you are the light dragon,” I tease as the flames rise between us.

His eyes twinkle dark and mischievously. My body warms, making me very aware of my nakedness, of the wetness gathering between my legs, and the scent of arousal coming from the both of us.

“I will be everything for you, light or not. You are my female.”

“Milaye,” I correct with an arch of my lips.

“Milaye,” he says, his voice honeyed and low. My heart quickens.

He pins me with his eyes, prowling toward me from around the fire. The flames dance over his long form and honed muscles, his frighteningly sharp horns. He unties his loincloth and lets it drop. Dripping dragon prick fills my vision. My mouth waters when a droplet of his seed beads at the head of his cock.

“Milaye,” he rumbles again, standing over me. My palms drop to either side of me, and I lean back. “Milaye.”

His voice saying my name forces a blush to my flesh.

My lips part to say his name back when his tails curl around my ankles and jerk my legs apart. I gasp as he lowers over me, holding me open and prone. I dig my nails into the hide. On his knees, he looks to the wet core of me and licks his lips. My whole body shudders.

I slowly lie back, keeping my eyes on his face.

“I have smelled your arousal for weeks, endured its torture, and have been denied the ability to mount you, my little human, my sweet femdragon. I will not wait any longer,” he growls.

His tails spread my legs out a little wider.

His nostrils flare.

“Don’t wait,” I whisper, clenching.

His hands spread over my inner thighs. He pushes several fingers into me.

I arch back and moan. “Don’t wait!” I scream, jerking my hips.

Drazak roars and traps me, pressing forward. His tails force my knees to bend, and his fingers slip out, leaving me dripping. The next moment his prick takes their place and thrusts deep.

My hips rise into the air, into Drazak’s pelvis, from the stretch. Two weeks… and my core forgot him. A thrill goes through me at the thought of having to relearn my male again. I try to close my legs around him but his tails keep me taut. He thrusts like a crazed man, and each rough stroke makes me scream.

Each stroke plays my inner flesh, rubbing and ruining my sensitive spot. Deep darkness steals my vision, his darkness pooling over and into me. I grip the hide hard as it bunches under me. Drazak claims me vigorously, harshly, like his two weeks of torture demands aching retribution.

I need it, holding on, tense and open to him. My body jerks with each rough thrust. This is a dragon’s rut. And my femdragon starves for it.

He says my name again, and my bliss comes hot and fast. I cry out as every nerve ending seizes. I don’t know how, but my legs clamp around him. “Drazak!” I shriek.

If his rutting couldn’t get more brutal, it does.

He covers every inch of my body, using it to show me how much he craves me—this—and my bliss shocks me with wave after wave of his possession. My body eagerly takes everything he gives. I need him as much as he needs me.

He roars, and hot liquid pools into me. I cry out again as he goes rigid, his thrusts now short and hard, each with more seed. When he’s done sometime later, I’m nothing but a sated mass sprawled across the hide.

Drazak lifts up on his elbows and meets my gaze.

He’s no longer pumping, but he’s still hard inside me.

“I will take you many times tonight,” he warns. “Do not think you will be allowed to rest long.”

I grin.

We greet the next morning still awake, exhausted and relaxed. Hides are strewn around us, and the fire blazes. Drazak has his back to me as he stokes the flames. Yawning, I watch him, petting one of his tails.

Already, this cave feels like home.

And in the weeks and months after, Drazak proves to me he can provide me anything I could