Ember (The Dragao 1)

And the more I kept pushing in and out of her, the more my beast took control until all I could do was stare at the curve of her neck, my mouth watering, my fangs tingling. As if she read my mind, Emma tipped her head to the side even more, the long fall of her dark hair hanging to the side over her shoulder, the locks moving back and forth as I fucked her.

I should’ve been mindful of how rough I was being, how feral and untamed. I knew my touch was probably leaving marks on her pale flesh, my passion too wild to contain. But I could hear her moans of desire, smell her wet pussy as she got even more turned on.

“Touch yourself,” I demanded, my dragon issuing the command. She made a sound in her throat and snaked her hand down to rub her clit. She closed her eyes, and her next climax strangled my cock.

I had my hand pressed between her breasts and lifted her up so her back was flush with my chest and we were both on our knees. She tilted her head, and my mouth opened on its own. The anticipation of biting her gave me another harsh surge of pleasure.

“Do it.” And when she came for me again, I didn’t deny either one of us.

She was mine from the very moment I saw her, and now this was just the branding that would ensure no one ever took her from me. I struck her neck harder than I should have, but I had no control anymore. I sank my fangs into her pliant, soft flesh. She made a sound of discomfort before I moved my other hand down, gently pushing her fingers away, and took over rubbing her clit.

Emma’s sound of pain turned into a moan of ecstasy as she came apart against me, her breasts shaking from my forceful fucking, her blood filling my mouth and washing down my throat. I would now forever have a part of her in me, and she’d always have a part of me in her.

We were linked. Tied until the end of time.

No one would ever take her from me. I’d kill them if they even thought they could.

I felt my orgasm explode out of me, my balls drawing up tight, my seed shooting up my shaft and filling up my Emma. I knew she could feel it, the hotness of my cum, the thickness of it as I made her take all of it. It was a massive load, the biggest orgasm I’d ever had. My first real one, because I was finally inside my female.

“Oh… gods. Azar,” she moaned, her eyes closed, pretty red lips parted as she breathed harshly.

I let go of her neck, running my tongue over the twin puncture marks that would eventually heal, but ones that would always be present… the most beautiful scar. A part of me wanted her to give me the same, a branding that would show the world I was hers. I let my head fall back slightly, closed my eyes, and felt one last tremor of my orgasm rush through me and fill her.

My dragon burst forth and roared out that we were complete in all ways. When I was finally spent, my cock no longer hard, I slipped free of the perfect feeling of being buried in my mate. She instantly collapsed onto the furs, her head turned to the side as she panted, beads of sweat lining her brow.

I looked between her still-spread thighs and could see my seed starting to slip out and cover the sleeping platform. That had male pride filling me. I’d filled her up and would continue until she was big and round and even more beautiful because she carried my child.

I gave the center of her back one lingering kiss before I lay down beside her and pulled her against me, her back to my chest. I never wanted to let go.

“And I don’t want you to,” she whispered, and I knew then I’d said those words aloud. And I was glad for that.

“My Emma,” I rumbled, and the content sigh she let out was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. I buried my face in her hair, her scent now forever mixed with mine. How have I ever lived without her? How would I ever live without her?

I let my hand rest on her flat belly, wondering if my seed was now taking root, if she’d soon become big with my young.

To provide for, protect, and cherish this female in my arms was my greatest task in the world. And until the day I took my last breath, I’d make sure I accomplished all those things and more.

16

Emma

Azar landed a good distance away from the Pit fields, having taken the long route so we wouldn’t be seen in the air by anyone. We were close to the gnarled and twisted black trees, so they helped hide us—well, Azar mainly, because his dragon body was so massive.