The top of me is bare to the flames. My nipples are hard when I cover myself.
Will he like me? Will he like the look of me?
I face him when his hands don’t fall back on me.
He’s got his nose burrowed into my top, his chest expanding with each deep breath. His wicked black eyes meet mine, and I’ve never needed a male more in my life. I don’t need to look down to know his shaft is hard under his covering.
“Drazak,” I breathe his name. “I want you.”
He holds my gaze. “Show me how I can have you,” he says, dropping my shirt. The next moment, he’s above me and his arms cage me in.
My heart thrums as my eyes shoot straight to his double horns, cast like fine-tipped spears in the glow of the flames. When I find his face again, he’s staring at me as if he’s never seen me before.
I lie back on my elbows to peer at him in return. His breathing grows heavy, and it’s all I hear.
His heavy breaths.
His heady scent consumes me.
A fierce intensity crosses his face, and I swallow. His eyebrows arch, sharp and devastating, leading to those horns of his, but it’s his mouth that steals my gaze. It’s parted. His tongue slides out to lick his bottom lip. Oh, waters, how that simple action disarms me. He dips lower, and I fall the rest of the way to the ground, leading him to me.
My head hits the floor a little harder than anticipated, and I flinch, reaching up to cup the back of my head, to cushion it.
Drazak catches my hand. “We should be careful of your wound,” his voice rushes over me, concerned and commanding all at once. “You split your head open. I cleaned it as well as I could, but…” He slips his hand behind my head. “Rest on me, Milaye.”
I let my head drop upon his hand. It’s big and cupped slightly to protect me. “Thank you,” I whisper. He’s so close now that our noses nearly touch. Our breaths mingle.
Our eyes meet again. “I want us to mate, human.”
A lump forms in my throat. “Me too.” I barely get the words out.
“I have wanted us to mate since the moment I transformed, since the bond formed. Even though I could not move, could barely speak.”
Me too… I lick my lips.
“But,” he starts, then his eyes narrow. His mouth twists into a momentary sneer.
Worry tightens my gut. “But?”
“But I do not know how it is done between humans.” The sneer on his face morphs, and now I can’t tell if it’s anger, frustration, or derision.
Either way, his answer relieves me. It’s not that he finds fault in me.
“A male should know how to mate his female. It is a basic instinct. I know this human root—this prick—between my legs thrusts into you, as is the way for all mammals, but where?”
“Drazak—”
“A femdragon bears herself to her male and opens for him, but a human?” He shifts to the side, and his free hand drops down to cup my sex, pulling up my skirt—making my knees come up and my thighs clasp around his hand in shock. “You are covered here, you have not bared yourself to me, and—”
“Drazak!” I stammer when his fingers curl and press into my opening. “Stop!”
“Why?” he rasps, clearly as affected as I am.
“You’ve found it,” I gasp. His hand nestles against my most sensitive spot. And with my thighs still holding it in place, I can’t help myself—I curl up and push against it. A moan slips from my throat. “You’ve found where your prick goes.” I grip his wrist with both my hands.
His hand leaves the back of my head as I lift to rub myself upon him like a sex-craved banshee. I’m wet, so wet, I realize when his hand—which has stayed gloriously still for my sake—grows slick. My thin shreds of undergarments are soaked.
They’ve been soaked for days. It’s wanton of me to have wanted him so badly.
“Are you okay, human?” he asks because I am literally using his hand to get myself off, practically trying to mate it. “Is this part of mating?”
“Don’t move,” I beg, jerking my hips. If this were a human male, they would think me possessed. I almost think I am, but I can’t help it. Drazak presses his fingers harder against me, and I almost scream, clutching him. My nub is a ball of nerves and my sex won’t stop clenching. “I want you,” I cry. “I want you inside me. It’s not part of mating,” I tell him. “I just can’t stop!”
Drazak flips me over, and right in that moment, my nerves unravel. My body seizes. Unnatural noises fall from my lips as I find bliss. And through it all, I feel Drazak snarling behind me as he bends my knees under me and tears off my undergarment, exposing me to his view.
“Show me where, human!”
I rock my hips, still riding the sensations I stole, already feeling the need for more.
He’s bared me for him. I press one fist to my mouth to quiet my moans, and then reach back and press my finger just above my clenching sex. It’s torn away a moment later.
Something thick and hard is pressed to it instead. My body shivers in anticipation. A scream for another release lodges in my throat.
I’ve never learned sex from the mated elders in my tribe, but I know what happens. You can’t be a huntress without knowing what the animals and beasts do in the wild.
Drazak leans over me as I think this, and I press up against him, wanting his body to cover every inch of me, wanting even more for him to do to me as the creatures in the wild. After all, we’re in dangerous terrain and there’s nothing civilized
