Staring at my own hand, I wonder if she sees me as strange while I toy with her. I only have three fingers and a talon sitting above my primary digit. To her, perhaps I am more animal than humanoid with my wings and caudal. This must be why she ran from me. I am not to her liking.
Pulling at her restraints, she tries to get closer to me. “Tarion, I…”
I cut her off before she can spout more lies. “Do not speak, for your word cannot be trusted.” My tone was more biting than I had intended.
Removing one hand from her breast, I slowly wrap her hair around my palm as I look into her betraying eyes. Tugging firmly, I tilt her head back, exposing the front of her pale neck. She swallows thickly, making me wish I knew the thoughts circling around in her head.
“I can smell your fear. Are you afraid that I’ll sink my teeth into your soft flesh? If not, you should be, because it’s what my inner dragon wants me to do. He wants you to pay for all the pain you caused us.”
A single tear slides down her cheek, begging me to be weak and show mercy. “Tarion, please let me talk.”
Shaking my head slightly, I struggle to keep my emotions under control. “No more talking. If you speak again without permission, I will gag you. I do not think you want that.”
I can tell she wants to beg and plead with me, but instead she uses good judgment and keeps her pretty mouth closed. That’s a good start. It allows me to keep my emotions in check.
Running my talons over her delicate flesh pleases my dragon. The creature is telling me to take her now and keep her as my personal brooder. The thought of keeping her all to myself is tempting. However, unlike my dragon, I’m not a mindless beast. He grumbles at that thought. I will take her once. Afterwards I will grant her that which she most desires. Freedom. How I hate that word, for it takes from me that which I most desire. Tarion of the Hielsrane is destined to travel the stars without a brooder to tend to his needs. I can see that clearly now.
I realize my talons have been caressing her skin while I pondered what to do with the object of my desire. Rather than being frightened, she’s growing ever more aroused. Her nipples have drawn into two sharp points, proving she becomes easily aroused at my touch. She presses her body closer to mine. It angers me that she desires my touch and enjoys my company but continues to run from me. The gods must truly hate me.
Moving so fast my hands are a blur, my talons rip all the clothing from her body. Beginning with her uniform, one stolen from my stores, I rip the fabric from her hips and legs. Normally, it would please me greatly to see the female I care for in my colors. Today I see it for what it is, a disguise to trick me into thinking she’s one of my own.
I rip away the thin fabric covering her sex. I want nothing between us when I exact my revenge. Not only is she not objecting, she shifts her body to make my quest easier. It’s almost like she wants to be naked before my fury.
It’s been five long days without her. Five days of worrying about her safety. Five days of longing for her touch. Pouring all my need and desire into one kiss, something loosens in my chest when she opens for me. When our tongues touch, it feels like drinking from a pure cool spring after being parched. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. The rougher I am, the more excited she gets.
My dragon roars to life and the moment I pull back he urges me to use my breath on her. Having her soft form pressing against mine scorches away any resistance I might have had. Pulling back, I cover her in my heat. Starting at her neck, my mouth roams over her breasts, taking time with each delicious nipple. Encouraged by her throaty moans, I move down her stomach and lift her high to reach the part that smells and tastes best. Holding her up, I feast as she writhes in my arms. Her need for me salves my wounded spirit. She does want me, even if she does not yet see it. I stop before she convulses in my arms, slipping my forked tongue right back into my mouth. I hold her with one hand and open my pants with the other.
She’s angry at being denied and tries to kick me away. One stern look quiets my impetuous female. If she will only be mine for the moment, I will force her to obey. She will learn that when she is with me, I am in charge. The way she’s looking at me tells me she does not hate that idea. Her blue eyes roam over my body, making me proud to be a warrior this day. She squeezes her legs together, hoping to secure the release I denied her. Seeing her wanton and needy for my cock makes chasing her down worth every bit of effort.
Her sweet words come flooding back to me. You have the nicest cock I’ve been privileged to see, Tarion of the Hielsrane. I
