Dragon Claiming (Year of the Dragon) (3 page)

Perhaps Fate was not quite the bitch he believed.

“Are you sure you are ready for this, little Sippora?”

                “Yes.” Her answer was so immediate, so emphatic it took him aback. While her voice was breathy, so sensual the sound wrapped itself around his dick and stroked, there had been steel behind her words. She meant it.

                “Ummmm, we shall see.” Moving away from the temptation of her breasts, he moved to the end of the bed, climbing between her spread thighs. In his hands he held a feather. “Close your eyes, Sippora.” His shaft jumped as she did immediately as she asked. A challenge, yet compliant all the same. What a heady contradiction his little human mate was. Settling between her thighs, he lightly brushed her pussy lips with the feather, blowing against the soft instrument of torment a little.

                “Uryen!” Sippora gasped, her legs straining against the ropes that held her.

                Uryen wanted to groan seeing the wetness gather along her slit. The pink of her cunt peeking out of the darker folds looked positively delectable. He was going to have to taste, but not yet. Watching to make sure her eyes were closed, he lifted his hand and brought the flat of his palm down across her cunt, making sure to place emphasis on her clit.

                Sippora’s eyes flew open, her mouth opening to form a perfect “o.” That too made his cock protest at not being allowed to partake in all her wondrous delights. He could see his cock filling her mouth, perhaps while she lay atop him as he pleasured her quim with his tongue. To her credit, she didn't protest, didn't plead for him to stop. After the initial shock wore off, she seemed to remember his earlier instruction and relaxed her head against the pillows once more and closed her eyes. While her chest heaved with labored breaths, she didn’t say anything.

                Uryen returned to using the feather, lightly teasing the outside of her pussy until she was moaning and squirming in a desperate but futile attempt for deeper contact. Just when he suspected she had forgotten about the smack earlier, he did it again.

This time, she cried out. It wasn't a scream, but it was enough of a response that Uryen paused before touching her again. He absolutely would not hurt her under any circumstances. Her eyes were tightly closed and her hands curled into fists. When he didn't touch her, she arched her hips upward as if seeking his touch. To ease at least some of the intense hunger centered at his shaft, he allowed himself the minimal pleasure of mashing his hips down on the bed, rubbing his own needy organ as best he could without touching himself. His hips thrust, anxious to receive any kind of gratification. His hands were busy exploring the delights of his newly gifted prize—he wouldn’t deprive himself the pleasure of touching her by bothering to relieve his own ache. That would be taken care of soon enough.

Again, he traced her cunt with the feather, using his fingers to open her nether lips. Sweat dotted her skin, giving her body a shimmer that made his cock throb harder and his balls tighten almost unbearably. Patience, he had to have patience. Nothing, however, could keep him from leaning forward to swipe his tongue against the bright pink temptation of such a beautiful cunt. This time it was Uryen who groaned as the honeyed essence made his mouth sing. Shifting only his tongue, he curled it around the little nubbin of her clit while inserting two thick fingers deep inside her warmth. She was so tight! Soon it would be his cock buried there in her sheath. The thought made him buck harder against the bed, trying to control the urge to slam himself deep inside her.

“Uryen! Oh Fate be kind, what is happening to me?” A woman’s pleasure had never sounded so good.

He wanted to roar in victory as her little body trembled underneath him, her hips moving to the relentless stroking of his tongue wrapped around her clit, yet still long enough to lick her pussy where his fingers were buried. So delightfully untouched, so wonderfully responsive; Sippora called to the most possessive, the most base of dragon urges. He had to keep her, wrap her forever in his undying love and protection—

Love?

As soon as his mind fully formed the sentiment, he jumped up, away from where she lay on the bed. Love? He’d expected sooner or later he would have to mate, yes, because Fate dictated it to be so. But that other emotion, one that had never been a part of his world—ever—he was unprepared for. What was the new, bright and hot feeling centering in his chest that burned hotter than dragon fire? It would weaken him surely. It was not supposed to be part of this bargain struck without his consent or desire.

“Uryen? Please, you have to help me,” Sippora cried, straining against the restraints he had placed her in. “I need...something more. Do something!"

Looking back at the bed was a mistake. She looked like a decadent dark treat trussed in diamonds and gold, spread out for his pleasure. Not even the specter of the one thing that felled man and dragon alike could keep his feet in one spot. He was walking back to her, answering her call because he was helpless to do anything else.

Climbing back between her legs, he didn’t hesitate or pause, but placed his cock at the entrance of her quim, only pausing long enough to swirl the head of his shaft around against the lips of her pussy and her clit, gathering as much of her moisture as he could. Only when the tip of his dick glistened with their combined moisture did he begin to push inside her. She was even tighter around his shaft than she’d been around his fingers. Sweat dripped from his brow as he tried—Fate how he tried—not to lunge inside her. She was a maiden, he was trying to remember that.

However, Sippora was having none of his newfound gentle side. “Uryen, if you will not take me, loosen my binds and I will take you.”

She had to know that was a challenge. The deep brown of her eyes burned just as bright as the desire she kindled inside him. There was no holding back the hard drive of his hips into her. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to take what was his, to dominate. Surprisingly, her body opened for him. Not exactly with ease, but she was not screaming in pain. Because her legs were tied up, there was only so much she could move, but she was indeed moving, meeting every thrust as best she could.

“You are mine, Sippora. Wholly mine, only mine.” It wasn’t as if she had denied it, but he felt the need to declare it nonetheless.

So beautiful his mate was. So perfect in every way. Where he was hard, she was soft. Her soul was pure light where he had dwelt in the dark for far too long. And how she felt—he would gladly spent an eternity on the planet Hel for this.

“Let me touch you, Uryen. I need to feel my mate with all of me.”

It took nothing more than a thought for the binds that held her to fall away. His magic had grown in the short time he had been with her. Already he could feel the ancient power that had been stripped from him with the curse returning. Soon, waters would flow once again in this arid desert place as her womanhood flowed for him now. The mysterious power of a true mating had the power to transform all around them. He hadn’t understood that until now.

He thought he could keep her tied, that he would scare her into submission. On some level, he wanted her to fear him. If she did, she couldn't melt the ice around his heart and he'd be safe. But the longing and need in her eyes now...

Sippora pulled him to her, her dark chocolate arms slipping around his neck easily. Uryen fell into her embrace, unable to resist the offering she'd so willingly laid before him. She was offering him herself. All of her, holding nothing back from him. He could see it in the innocent look in her eyes. This woman wanted nothing but to please him.

Uryen settled himself in the cradle of her body, looking her over carefully for signs of discomfort. Once he'd assured himself she was comfortable, he began a slow, rolling rhythm. Sippora's fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders, flexing almost convulsively. She wrapped those slender thighs around him, using her heels digging into his buttocks as leverage to lift herself to meet each thrust of his hips.

Her lips parted, her breath catching ever so slightly with each movement. Being inside her body was as torturous as it was pleasurable. Uryen wanted to ride her hard, taking his pleasure until he was completely satisfied. The torture came from knowing she didn't have his experience. If he took her the way he needed to, he'd surely hurt her, which he wasn't willing to do.

Sweat shimmered over his skin, making his every movement glide over her like they were covered in the finest silk. Their mingled scents wafted around him, gathering inside him so that he knew he'd forever remember this moment. His scent clung to her just as her body clung to him. Her breathy whimpers were loud in the stillness of his bedchamber, washing over her like a cleansing spring rain. What he was experiencing in the haven of her body was nothing short of a rebirthing. He'd never known love, at least not in more centuries than he could count. But those sounds she made, the scents he knew he would forever associate with her, were filled with love.

His little mate had more courage than good sense. Instead of trying to protect herself, she gave herself to him. Completely. Wholly. She decided right there in her village that she belonged with him, and she didn't look back. Even now, when she should be railing at him for not being the gentle lover she deserved, she threw herself into their lovemaking. He could almost believe she enjoyed it instead of her first time being a painful experience.

With a little cry, Sippora's body stiffened and she bucked beneath him, throwing her hips at him as best she could beneath the weight of his much larger body. She screamed, throwing her head back, not even trying to stifle her reaction. Her cunt spasmed around his dick, threatening his control. As it was, Uryen had to slow his pace, holding as still as Sippora would allow to keep from coming.

It didn't work. Relentlessly, ruthlessly, Sippora's orgasm gripped him by the balls and squeezed until he knew there was no way to contain the explosion. The tingling started at the base of his spine and punched through his gut with the force of an exploding sun. He roared his release, grinding his cock as deeply inside her as he could.

In one timeless moment, Uryen's world narrowed to this one woman. His whole being was centered on her and the pleasure he received from her body. Nothing would ever be the same for him. He'd forever crave her body, her generosity. Sippora.

As his body relaxed, he eased himself off her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him. He needed to think, to figure out what this weight crushing his chest meant. All he knew for certain was that if she rejected him now, he would shatter and the pieces could never be reconstructed by anyone but her.

Sippora had given herself to him willingly. Now, she was stuck with him.

                It was different, lying in the arms of another. Sippora had slept alone since reaching her maturity. There were nights when she feared she would sleep alone forever; yet nothing would allow her to accept just any mate. This was what she had been waiting for. Underneath her cheek, her fierce dragon protector lay sated and content. Content for perhaps the first time in a very long time. And she had done this for him.

                “Do you still regret coming to claim me?” she teased, lightly running her fingers around the flat disc of his male nipple.

                “Dragons are notoriously stubborn and incredibly short sighted.” Uryen’s answer was gruff, but sincere. “I would not change this, I would not wish for any other—ever. I am truly blessed to have such a mate as you.”

                His words warmed her to her toes. She didn’t worry his words were not sincere; she knew they were.

                “I love you, Uryen.” She knew it was too soon to feel this way, but Sippora did not lie. Loving her cantankerous mate had been instant—the moment he’d flown down all dangerous and furious that another had dared try to touch her, she had loved him. 

                The arms around her tightened, his hands cupping her hips to hold her even closer. Burying her head against his chest, she had to smile. He loved her too. Even though her feminine intuition told her he was not ready to make the admission just yet, but he would.

                “Love is foreign to me,” Uryen admitted. “Before the curse, I had known women, but only for short periods of time. Never anything like this. I am not an easy male. You have tenderness I do not understand. I don’t want to abuse it.”

                It was a big admission for him, she knew. However, this dragon was not as heartless as he seemed to believe.

                “You’ve protected my tribe for centuries,” she reminded him. “You have killed off the dangerous predators that stalked us. When the hunting was lean you have left game near the village. You have saved many of my people over the years from their own folly. You have more love than you know.”