Dragon in the Dark (Kindred Tales)

Not that he ignored what he had called her “Goddess pearl.” As his tongue opened her and rubbed inside her, he let go of one hip and she felt a fingertip circling her aching bud once more.

“Dra’vik!” she gasped and then she couldn’t stop herself—she was reaching for him and her seeking hands found his horns. Gasping, she locked her fingers around them, squeezing and tugging as she urged him on.

The big Drake growled low in his throat and redoubled his efforts, his finger sliding faster and faster around her throbbing clit as his tongue rubbed rhythmically against that inner spot inside her.

Iyanna had never felt so helpless or so hot. Here she was, spread wide on the bed, completely naked, her pussy filled and opened with the big Drake’s tongue while he stroked around and around her aching button, intent on sending her over the edge.

Going to come! Iyanna thought deliriously. Oh God, going to come so hard!

And then, quite unexpectedly, someone started banging on their door.

THIRTY-SIX

What the fuck? Dra’vik wondered as the banging continued. Whoever it was could damn well wait, he thought. He was face-first in the little female’s pussy, tasting her as intimately and deeply as it was possible to do and he didn’t want to stop for anything. Gods, she tasted so delicious—so hot and wet and sweet and salty! And he couldn’t believe she’d asked him to open her.

Of course, she’d also asked him to fuck her—something he’d had a damn hard time saying no to. But as he had told her, there was nothing as simple as fucking or making love with a Drake Monstrum—there was only breeding. And he was certain that the minute she saw his Breeding Barb and Bonding Knot and understood that he would make her immediately pregnant the moment he knotted her, she would change her mind in a hurry about wanting him inside her.

Dra’vik kept circling her Goddess pearl with one finger as he used his tongue to stimulate her Goddess pleasure spot. He loved the feeling of her tugging on his horns, bringing him even closer. He wanted to make her come—wanted to feel her shaking and trembling in his arms, her inner honey walls squeezing him as she lost herself completely, the same way she had on the shuttle…

But the banging at the door was getting louder and Iyanna was shifting restlessly beneath him. She was no longer rubbing and caressing his horns—which felt fucking amazing. Instead, when he looked up at her, he could see that her head was tilted back to look at the door and there was an uneasy expression on her face.

Dra’vik didn’t need to ask to know that he’d lost her. The female orgasm was a fragile thing—you could spend hours building up to it and still miss it due to any tiny distraction. And some damn idiot banging on the door like the hotel was burning down wasn’t a tiny distraction.

Sighing, he allowed his tongue to go back to its normal size and regretfully withdrew.

“Sorry, little girl,” he growled. “Guess I’ll have to see who it is.”

“I’m sorry too.” She looked disappointed and worried. “I was so close but I just can’t when somebody’s pounding on the door like that!“

“I understand.” Dra’vik growled. “Let me go see what the damn fool wants.”

Stalking over to the door, he threw it open, prepared to choke the life out of whoever had cheated his female out of her orgasm.

But the being standing outside the door wasn’t chokable. It was another one of the robot attendants, like the one who had been running the elevator earlier. It was wearing the same green uniform and had apparently just been standing there, beating on the door with one metal fist.

“What the fuck?” Dra’vik growled in surprise and irritation. “What in the Seven Frozen Hells do you want? And it better be good—my female was just about to come all over my face and you scared her orgasm off!”

“My apologies for the interruption to your carnal activities,” the robot attendant said mechanically. “But I come with an urgent message from Master-Doctor Ostensio, Minister of Botany and head of the Royal Botany Society of Lix’dor Prime.”

Dra’vik rolled his eyes.

“If fucking figures. Fine—what does that little fucker want?”

“He wants you to descend to the lobby at once and come outside the hotel, where there is a hovercar waiting for you. He desires for me to tell you that if you do not come right away, you will be late to the banquet,” the robot attendant recited. “Therefore, please get dressed and come with me at once. I have an elevator waiting just for you and your female.”

Dra’vik swore in the Monstrum native language—a deep, guttural dialect that was well adapted to express his irritation and disgust. Damn it all to the Seven Frozen Hells—he’d been hoping to get rid of the interruption and go back to pleasuring Iyanna. He wasn’t nearly done tasting her pussy yet. He wanted to feel her honey walls squeezing and trembling all around him as he opened her with his tongue and stroked her Goddess pearl! He wanted to feel her soft little hands stroking and pulling on his horns while he buried his face between her thighs and she called his name and came for him.