Ember (The Dragao 1)

I wrapped my arms around my waist, unsure if there was going to be another battle but afraid this could very well be the one that took Azar from me.

But it was clear Ryezan was just as possessive of his mate as Azar was with me, which meant he wouldn’t give up. He wouldn’t give Tilly up.

The only saving grace of this whole situation was the fact that Ryezan didn’t seem to want Tilly to be afraid of him. But before I could think any more of it, before I could think of how the situation had gotten so frighteningly worse, Ryezan was leaving, his giant black wings like shadows in the sky.

Only when we couldn’t see Ryezan anymore did Azar come back to me. He wrapped me in his arms, my chest to his, my head resting just below his pectoral muscles.

“You know this female he speaks of?” Azar’s voice was deep but low. He kept me close and ran his hand up and down my back in a soothing manner.

I nodded but then cleared my throat. “Yes. She’s the only person in the Pit I really care about. I’m sure she’s so worried about what happened to me,” I whispered.

Azar tightened his arms around me, and I felt him kiss the crown of my head. “Then we will go to her. We will go so you can assure her you’re happy.” He pulled back and cupped my cheeks, the sharpness of his claws softly pressing to my skin, never hard enough to harm. He was so gentle with me. “You are happy, aren’t you?”

I stared into Azar’s black eyes and felt myself softening against him, felt the smile slowly spread over my lips, and knew that as crazy as all of this was… yes, yes, I was so happy. I nodded, and my small smile turned into a full grin. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’ve never been happy before, and this whole situation is fast and crazy, but yes, I’m so happy.”

Azar pulled me in and embraced me for long moments, and then he was leading us to the cave, and there was nothing more I wanted than to lie in those furs with Azar, his arms around me, his lips on mine, and no chance of stopping things from going as far as they could.

15

Azar

She was soft and warm and mine. And I’m never letting her go.

I held Emma close to my body after burying my face between her thighs and giving her pleasure over and over again. I hadn’t stopped until she lay exhausted and panting, her gloriously pale skin having a light sheen of sweat because I'd made her feel good.

I hummed in male pride and pulled her in closer. She’d dozed off and on, but I could tell she was awake now, her breathing light and steady, her fingers tracing along my bicep.

The furs were draped over our waist, and I trailed my fingers along the curve of her hip, then all the way up so they rested under her tiny chin. Trying to resist my female was an impossible feat, and my cock gave a mighty jerk as if agreeing.

I groaned at the idea of marking her, that although she didn’t yet wear my bite on her neck and I hadn’t come inside her, she still smelled like me.

She pulled her head back from resting on my chest, and I forced my eyes open, trying to appear relaxed and in control. And that was easier said than done, the Cord inside me demanding that I claim Emma, my dragon roaring out that I mark her.

I wanted my seed filling her body, wanted my baby inside her. It was this instinct in me, a primal desire that drove me in the most elemental, male way. It was a need that refused to be tamed or diminished. And I couldn’t act like I had any kind of real control over it.

So when she looked at me with those big blue eyes, with her lips parted, still red and slightly swollen from when I kissed her, all I wanted to do was devour her.

Emma pressed against me again, and I didn’t hold back my groan, feeling even more pre-cum spilling from the tip of my cock and smearing across her warm, soft belly. “Emma,” I groaned, a warning growl that held no real heat or threat. I didn’t want her to stop. Even if I didn’t bury my cock deep in her pussy right now, I’d never stop her from touching me, exploring every inch of my body… taking what she wanted.

“What?” Her voice was whisper-thin, a sexual invitation that was slowly fraying at my self-control.

“I find it hard to think clearly when I’m with you,” I admitted honestly.

She smiled softly… sweetly. “There’s nothing wrong with that, not when I feel the same way when I’m with you.”