Ember (The Dragao 1)

I started to pull out and heard the hitch in her voice. It wasn’t from pain… but from pleasure. I could scent her need rising, that pleasure pushing the discomfort back. I kept a slow, steady pace, always gauging her reaction, and although it was hard to go slow, my instincts telling me to fuck her, to be rough in the Dragao way so my mate knew I was virile and strong, I went gentle. I had to. She was so very soft and tender and couldn't withstand the kind of passion my kind could give. Not yet at least. Not for the first time.

I slipped my hand between our bodies and found the little nub that got her off quickly every time I sucked on it. I rubbed the little button back and forth, and Emma moaned, her nails digging into my flesh and causing the most delicious spark of pain to mix with my ecstasy.

“Oh, Azar,” she moaned loud and long, and her breasts thrust out as she arched her back, orgasming for me.

It was hard to control myself and not fill her up. I wanted to, but I wanted my fangs embedded in her throat when I did that, when I gave her my seed and claimed my female officially for the first time.

I never stopped thrusting in and out of her, purposefully making my movements steady and slow, because I knew if I went any faster, I’d break and shatter into far too many pieces to try to control.

When she relaxed against the furs and gave me a satisfied smile, I pulled out of her so swiftly she made a disappointed sound. I felt my Dragao rising, my dragon taking on even more control, because he knew now was the time we’d finally have our female.

“Azar?” Emma whispered, but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

I flipped her over and positioned Emma on her hands and knees, pulling the long fall of her hair away so the side of her neck was bared. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide, her little white teeth pulling at her bottom lip. I slid my palm down the line of her back, my skin so much tanner than hers, my hand dwarfing her waist as I curled my fingers around her feminine curves.

And then I leaned back even farther and stared between her spread thighs, seeing how glossy she was, seeing a little bit of blood mixed in. A sound of distress left me before I could stop it, thinking I’d hurt her too badly with my passion. She must’ve known what I was thinking, because I saw her shaking her head and snapped my gaze up to look into her eyes.

“That’s normal,” she whispered. “Or so I’ve been told. Blood during the first time is normal for a human woman.”

I felt the tension slightly leave me, but even if this was normal for human females, I’d still inadvertently harmed her, and that was just as painful. I believed her, but I still didn’t like it. I didn't like the idea that I'd wounded my little mate. Maybe it looked like I wouldn’t continue, the worry covering my expression, because a second later she spread her knees even wider, lifted her ass higher, and my lust slammed back to the forefront.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “I want this. I want you, Azar.”

I felt my body shift, my muscles starting to contract, my limbs shaking as I fought with my dragon for supremacy. There was no point. It was a losing battle where he was concerned. And so I didn’t stop myself from cupping each side of her perfectly rounded ass, spreading the cheeks, and burying my face between her legs. I inhaled deeply, her scent sweet yet musky.

I ran my tongue from her clit to her tiny hole, pushing the muscle inside, feeling her clench around me. I licked at her arousal, the flavor of her innocent blood covering my tongue and mixing with her nectar. I groaned in possessiveness.

I gave her center one more long, lingering lick before I rose again and held her gaze with my own as I ran my tongue along my lips, sucking up every drop of her arousal. She was breathing harder, her hands curled tightly into the furs, her back having this gorgeous feminine arch that popped her ass out.

“My Emma.” I grabbed my cock and placed the tip back at her entrance, and while still holding her gaze with mine, I plunged into her, feeling her pussy yield to my girth at the same time her inner muscles clenched around me.

My head fell back on my neck, but I kept my gaze locked on her, a groan spilling from me, one that was deep and violent in nature. With my hands on her hips, I started to fuck her, everything so cloudy in my mind that I wasn’t seeing straight, wasn’t hearing anything. All I could do was feel Emma surrender to me and my dragon.