Fireblood Dragon: Fire In His Blood Part 12

Oh dear sweet Jesus.

I lose any semblance of sanity. Did I think I was ever in control? He's always been the one in charge. I cry out when he drags that rough, cat-like tongue over my folds. Pleasure rockets through me, and I cling to his hair as he finds the b.u.t.ton of my c.l.i.t. He seems surprised by my fierce reaction to his exploratory flick of his tongue over it and grows more enthusiastic.

"Kael. Oh G.o.d. I...wait...that's too much." My senses explode with every drag of his tongue over my c.l.i.t.

"Clau-dah," he murmurs, and doesn't let up in his licking, teasing and tormenting me with each flick of his tongue.

My hands fist in his thick waves, and my hips begin to jerk in response to each rough, hot tonguing he gives me. I can't help it. He's too d.a.m.n good with his mouth, and I need this. So badly. Small whimpers escape my throat, and he redoubles his efforts, growing more enthusiastic with each movement of his tongue. It feels like my eyes are going to roll back in my head with the intensity of it all.

And I have no intention of stopping him whatsoever.

16.

KAEL.

Clau-dah's taste is incredible. I can't get enough.

It had surprised me when the scent of her arousal flooded in as we touched. Slight at first, but the more I touch her, the more her scent fills the air. She's not like drakoni females, not at all. She does not want a fight to get her aroused. She wants to be touched, to be petted, to put her mouth on mine.

I like this.

I can do this for her. No wonder she has said 'no' to me so many times-I have never learned the appropriate signals. A drakoni female will turn bright red in her battle form to get a male's attention and challenge him to a fight. From there, a male that defeats a female must decide if he will claim her as his mate or wait for a different female.

I have defeated many females but never fully claimed one. We have mated and I have pleased females, but I have never given one my seed.

I have never wanted a mate...until now.

Clau-dah will be mine.

She is not like drakoni females, though. She does not want to fight to show me her arousal. She wants to put her mouth on mine and have me caress her skin. She is showing me how to please her and make her wet and trembling with desire. It is not with a challenge, but a caress.

I love pleasing my female. Love the little sounds she makes, the way her body twitches and arches under my touch. She's not fighting or saying 'no.' Instead, she clings to me, wanting more. So I give her more, burying my face against her hot c.u.n.t, where her scent of arousal is the thickest, and tasting her there.

Her taste is maddening. Even more maddening are the choked little gasps she gives as I lap at her flesh. She makes a few strange sounds that might be words as I flick my tongue over her c.l.i.t, and her aroused scent nearly drowns my senses. It makes me growl deep with pleasure.

Her hips jerk in response to my tongue, and my c.o.c.k is hard and aching with need. I resist the urge to stroke it, because I remember how she reacted last time. It would be so easy to take her slight weight down off the stone she sits upon, flip her over, and mount her. Claim her and make her mine. Even now, the madness plays at the edges of my mind, encouraging violence. Not against her-never against my mate-but the urge to change to battle form and take to the air to wreak destruction is great.

But then Clau-dah makes another soft sound, and I am drawn back to her. To her face, dazed with pleasure. To her scent, filling the air around me with its sweet perfume. Clau-dah is all that matters. If she will let me claim her, the madness will go. I will have my anchor. So I lick her again, caressing her c.u.n.t with my tongue like I did her mouth. I want her to enjoy this so she doesn't pull back and say the 'no' word again. I work her sweet, slick folds, licking and tasting her over and over with my tongue. I stroke it over her gleaming c.u.n.t, from that little nub that makes her shiver, all the way down to her hot core, then back up again. When her hands tighten in my mane, I want to give her more. I bend a finger and press a knuckle into her core, careful to keep my claws from harming her. She's so very fragile-not like a drakoni. I will be utterly cautious with my Clau-dah. Hurting her during the claiming would be devastating. I would never forgive myself.

When she moans her pleasure, I thrust my knuckle into her c.u.n.t again. She gives a little cry, and her muscles tighten around my finger, milking it. I growl with pleasure at her response, recognizing her pleasure peak as well as the wash of scent that accompanies it. She will be ready for me to mount her now.

I look up, and beautiful Clau-dah is flushed, her skin dewy with sweat. Her chest heaves, breathless, making her b.r.e.a.s.t.s jiggle. Her mouth is soft and full, lips slightly parted. I want to taste her mouth again in that moment, feel it against my own. She is so lush and lovely, my strange female. I cannot get enough of her. I stand to my full height and am pleased when she puts her arms up. I pull her against me, and her arms go around my neck. She is not pulling away. I bend low to claim her mouth in another pressing of lips, and my tongue slicks against hers, sharing her arousal scent. She moans loudly, and her legs lock around my hips, her c.u.n.t rubbing up against my c.o.c.k.

And she gives another little flex of her hips, as if she wants me inside her. It is another signal from my Clau-dah.

I...think.

I pull my mouth reluctantly from hers. As I do, her hands roam over my skin, and she holds to me even more possessively. She should be pushing away, turning around so I can mount her. Does she not want this, then? "Clau-dah?"

Her small hand goes to my c.o.c.k, and the breath hisses from my throat. "Kael," she murmurs, and then says some other words I do not understand, but they sound encouraging.

I wish I understood her language. My need grows, and my teeth ache with the need to sink into her. My fangs elongate in my mouth, and I can feel them filling with the fire that will lock her to me. She will be honored once I do, I think. I am a strong male, capable of defeating all rivals. She will be proud to be my mate.

So why does she not turn and present me with her c.u.n.t?

Instead, she grasps my c.o.c.k and strokes the length of it with her fingertips, and the sensation is so incredible that my mind nearly goes black once more. The soft murmur of her saying my name is the only thing that keeps me from going over the edge.

Her hand grips my shaft. Then she positions my c.o.c.k at the entrance to her c.u.n.t and flexes her hips, then looks up at me, waiting.

Clau-dah wants me to mount her...face to face? Is this how her people do it? Strange. I have always taken a female from behind, but the thought of claiming her in any manner is enticing. I grip her hips and pull her down against my c.o.c.k. She is...very small. Despite the slickness of her arousal, it will be difficult to fit my c.o.c.k into her.

I press against her opening, pushing the head of my c.o.c.k into her. She moans, her blunt little claws digging into my shoulders. She pants and whispers words I don't understand.

I can guess, though-go slow, take my time.

She is tight, my female, and I do not wish to hurt her. So I push a little, then touch the little nubbin of in her folds because she likes it stroked so much. Her back arches, mouth working silently. Her eyes close with bliss, and she is so very beautiful. I withdraw a little, then press my c.o.c.k deeper, stroking a bit, working into her. The angle of our bodies makes it difficult for me to take my time-she is slightly above me, her hips angled oddly thanks to where she sits. With a growl, I withdraw from her and drag Clau-dah into my arms, pulling her off her seat and onto the ground. Here, I can lie out with her. Here, I can push into her as slowly as I need to.

Her eyes widen in surprise as I lay her down and my weight covers her. She hooks one leg around my hip, welcoming me, and I breathe in the wash of her scent. Her arousal is overpowering and heady, and it makes the black need swirl at the edges of my vision once more.

Claim her.

Make her yours.

Take her as your anchor.

I push the head of my c.o.c.k against her core again and sink a bit further inside. She is so tight, she fits me like a second skin, her c.u.n.t clamping down around me in the most exquisite sensation I have ever felt.

My mate.

I growl with fierce pleasure, stroking into her again. Her breath catches, her little claws digging into my shoulders as she clings to me. She moans words again, a stream of them.

I pause, trying to understand her efforts to communicate.

As soon as I stop, she gives my arm a slap, her face frantic. "No, no," she cries and wiggles her hips. The next stream of words are encouraging-sounding, urgent.

I understand this. She does not want me to stop. I am pleasing her.

The knowledge of this drives me wild. The madness that's been playing at the edges of my mind bursts through with that pleasure, and then I am wild. I bare my fangs and push deep, seating myself to the hilt inside her. She gives a little yelp of surprise, but then her body quakes underneath mine, her c.u.n.t tightening around me in little spasms that feel intensely good.

She moans and mumbles more words, throwing her head back. Her little claws dig deeper. My female is senseless with pleasure. I thrust again, unable to help myself. Must possess. Must claim. My Clau-dah. Mine. I know I'm no longer being gentle and slow as the madness creeps in, giving a rough edge to everything I do. I focus on her, on the green of her eyes and the softness of her skin, but my control is close to slipping. I know I'm pounding into her with strong, rapid thrusts. Her body is so welcoming, so tight. I want to pull back, to ease out of the madness that makes me lose control, but the walls of her c.u.n.t keep tightening, Clau-dah reaching her pleasure once more. She throws her head back, the cords on her neck standing out.

It calls to me, that smooth, unbroken skin. My fangs burn with fire. She squeezes around my c.o.c.k so tightly that I can feel her intense pleasure. I cannot wait any longer.

With a snarl, I bend over her, pressing my mouth to her throat.

"Yes, yes," she moans, clearly lost in sensation. Her hands tug at my hair, my skin, and she moves them all over. "Yes-"

I sink my fangs into her throat, releasing the fire burning in them at the same time that I come. Blackness explodes behind my eyes, and I roar my pleasure even as the release slams out of me, pumping into her body. My Clau-dah. Mine. I continue to surge into her, teeth sinking deeper as the fire jets out of my fangs with the force of my claiming. My c.o.c.k aches, full of need despite the release of pleasure. My seed will not pour forth into my mate until I've claimed her as mine. I cannot do so without fear of burning her.

This will be my first time to fully claim a female, to take things beyond the flirtation of a battle. To spend inside my female instead of pulling from her c.u.n.t at the last moment and spilling my seed on her back in a savage dismissal of her affection.

I thought I would mate a female that gave me a challenge in battle, that would be as fiercely brutal as I am with claws and fang. Instead, it is to be my soft, sweet Clau-dah with her tender skin and fragile form.

The joy of claiming my mate is overwhelming.

Mine.

She's gone still underneath me. The hands that tugged at me now flutter against my skin. Then a fist slams into my shoulder. "Ow!" She wiggles underneath me again, but it is not the pleasure-wiggle.

I pin her in place with my bigger body, holding her down as my venom pours forth into her blood. The taste of it is sweet against my mouth, and foreign. Her blood will change after she is locked to me, I realize, and the thought fills me with pride. She will have my taste, mixed with hers. My scent, all over her. Permanently.

Her hand slams into my shoulders, and she mutters more words, getting angrier. My name is in there, and I know she is hurting. The fire always stings with the first claiming.

But Clau-dah doesn't seem to understand what I am doing. Her hands tug at my hair, determined to pull me off her throat. I ignore her fierce yanking, determined to let the fire spin into her blood and complete the claiming. She will enjoy the next one, when the heat of it is not so new to her fragile body. She will know to relax into my bite and that it will become pleasurable. I will tell her these things so she does not fight it next time. She is only hurting herself.

I am lost in the pleasure of claiming my mate. So much so that it takes me a moment to realize that she's no longer fighting. She's crying, and my heart tugs with pain. The venom will be gone soon, and my fangs will retract back into my mouth and then I will be able to pull free from her. From there, I will watch the changes take over her beloved body with pleasure. I can't wait for her to realize the gift I am giving her, the link that will bond us eternally.

The last of the fire leaves my fangs, and my body gives one last quiver, my c.o.c.k spurting the long-awaited release of my seed into her. She is finally mine. I can give her my seed and not burn her. I feel her hiss and tense underneath me, and I know it is from the heat of my s.e.m.e.n flooding her womb. Does she realize we are mates now? Pleased, I relax atop her, exhausted from pouring my strength into the venom I have transferred to her. I had no idea it would take so much out of me, but then again, how could it not? I am sharing my drakoni essence with her, and she has no essence of her own to transfer back.

It does not matter. She is mine. I have claimed her.

Mine. Clau-dah is mine. All mine.

I hear her suck in a breath, and it pleases me. Can she hear that? Is the mind-link working already? I probe at her mind with my own, even as I lick the wound at her throat. Underneath me, her skin is heating up. The change is starting. There is no response from her mind, not yet, but it will come soon. I am pleased. Very pleased.

She snarls a harsh-sounding word, and her arm moves.

Something hard and heavy slams into the base of my skull. Blackness swims in front of my eyes, and I have the startling realization that my fragile, sweet Clau-dah has attacked me.

Then everything goes dark.

CLAUDIA.

A whimper escapes my throat as I lie under the sprawled, heavy form of the dragon-man I just had s.e.x with. Everything in my body aches, and I'm br.i.m.m.i.n.g with emotions, all of them mixed.

That had been the best s.e.x I'd ever had-riiight up until the part where he attacked me.

Until then? I'd been shocked-and pleased-at how amazing s.e.x with Kael was. His c.o.c.k was enormous and seemed to hit me in all the right spots. Every thrust inside me had made me o.r.g.a.s.m anew, and I'd come at least three or four times. He was gentle, even though he's much bigger than me, and utterly focused on making me come. And come. And come. In all of the (admittedly small) experience I'd had with s.e.x, I'd never come so long or so hard with anyone. I'd loved every d.a.m.n exhausting second of it.

Right up until he'd bitten me.

Then everything had changed. I'd gone from constant o.r.g.a.s.ms to a shock of pain, and that stopped the fun and pleasure of s.e.x as surely as if I'd run into a brick wall. I'd pounded on Kael's shoulders, begging him to release me, all to no avail. He'd just kept biting me and growling, his big c.o.c.k lodged deep inside me.

If that's how dragons end s.e.x, I no longer want any part of that. Even when he finally came inside me, I could feel his release. It was like his s.e.m.e.n was brutally hot, as hot as the wound on my neck that he'd gone from biting to just licking. Even after he'd busted his nut, he didn't get off me.

All of that delicious attraction I felt to Kael? Gone. I thought I understood him. That we were friends. That he'd never hurt me.

Control him? Hah! f.u.c.king joke.

So I'd taken matters into my own hands. Searched the floor while he was distracted, licking the wound on my neck. There wasn't much in reach to use as a weapon, but I'd found a chunk of concrete. I slammed it into the back of his skull, even as I could have sworn that he'd growled MINE.

He'd given me a dazed look of surprise that was almost comical, then collapsed on top of me.

And now his sprawled body is crushing mine.

I feel betrayed. Hurt. Angry.

I push at his big limbs, frustrated. A moment of panic sets in later. Did I...just kill him? c.r.a.p. I brush a finger under his nostrils, checking for air. He still breathes. I don't want to kill him-he'd been gentle up until that moment, and I'd been loving it. But this is a good realization, I think. Humans and dragons? Too different. It's clear Kael just sees me as a plaything, and I've been spinning make-believe stories in my head about what might happen if a human and a dragon got together. This is a wake-up call.

Time to go home, back to Fort Dallas.

If Kael just wants a s.e.xual plaything, he'll have to look elsewhere. I shudder again, remembering the feel of those hot fangs burying deep in my throat. Funny how movies always made vampire bites look s.e.xy. Clearly no one writing those scripts has ever been bitten in the throat before, because that s.h.i.t's not fun at all. Even now, the wound feels hot and achy. So does my p.u.s.s.y, but...for entirely different reasons.

I have to leave before Kael returns to his senses. I need to get back to Fort Dallas and the safety of its car wall and the concrete barriers. There, I'll be safe from the attentions of a too-amorous dragon that likes to bite when he o.r.g.a.s.ms. I shove at his body, suddenly furious. I'm not sure if I'm mad at him for being a dragon and therefore not as human as I'd like, or if I'm mad at the Fort Dallas militia who left me out here to die and told me to tame him. Or if I'm mad at myself for getting into this situation.

Probably all of the above. Doesn't matter, though. I'm going to let that anger fuel me and get me out of here. With small, wiggling motions, I manage to shift his weight to one side, and from there, it's simply a matter of rolling his big, heavy body over.

He flops onto his back, and I study him. Kael's face is peaceful, his mouth slightly parted as if he'd thought about kissing me a half-second before I koshed him on the head. His c.o.c.k is still semi-hard, and gleams, wet with the after-effects of our lovemaking.

No, it was s.e.x, I mentally correct myself. All the 'loving' went out the door when he bit the c.r.a.p out of me. I get to my feet and step over his big, sprawled body and glance at my reflection in the mirror. My neck is bright red and angry where he's bitten me, the two deep punctures s.p.a.ced a fair distance apart on my skin. I run a hand over the wound, wincing. It's swollen and feels hot to the touch.

Did he poison me? f.u.c.king great. I turn and glance down at his fallen body, torn between the urge to kick him in the jimmy for being such a jerk and the urge to pick him up and snuggle up against him. I must be really f.u.c.ked in the head to even think about the latter, but the urge is still there.

I step over him and leave the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and then realize how stupid that is. He can just crash through a wall or fly out the hole in the ceiling. I can't lock him anywhere he can't get out, so I need to be fast and smart.

I head for the emergency exit stairs. If I run hard, I might be able to make it back to Fort Dallas by nightfall. I'll have to knot my torn-up janitor's jumper again so I'm not naked, but it's do-able. Today's not a dragon-attack day, so I should be safe.

Please, just let Kael stay asleep until I get home.