“Nekane won’t hurt me.”
“You’ve met it?”
“Yes, and I think I can bring Kei back. Let me try before you do this.” She waved her hand toward his sword. “Kafe has called the Council.” Riker had to know what that meant. All of Kei’s decisions since the bite would be reversed. “They’ll be here late tomorrow. Let me have the day. If Kei’s not back by sunrise, you can do what you came to do.”
For a moment, Riker looked like he would refuse but then she saw a glimmer of hope—the brother inside the warrior.
He nodded sharply. “You have until sunrise and then I’m coming in there.”
“Thank you.”
She had the chance. The dragon appeared when his mate was threatened. Now, she just had to convince a dragon that she wouldn’t leave him. She remembered the pain and betrayal she’d seen in Nekane’s eyes when she’d backed away from him at the cabin. He’d seen her fear.
Mine.
The voice that had screamed that hadn’t been a mature creature. Despite his size—
the dragon was a child. And he didn’t understand, couldn’t grasp why his mate had refused him.
“I’ll go with you.” Riker tied his battle leathers.
“You can’t. Stay here. Don’t come anywhere near the cave. Nekane will sense it and it could throw off everything I’m doing. I’ll be back by sunrise tomorrow.”
“Lorran…”
“I have to.”
“Kei’s going to haunt me forever if anything happens to you,” Riker warned.
“Please try to stay alive.”
He definitely sounded like the younger brother. “I’ll do my best,” Lorran said with a half smile as she began the short climb up the hill.
The entrance to the cave was shallow. The light faded within feet of the opening. In that darkness held the man she loved. And the dragon who consumed him. She smoothed her hands down the front of her gown. She took several deep breaths.
Stay calm.
Nekane would sense her fear.
He won’t hurt you. He won’t hurt you.
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She stepped into the darkness. Light filtered in through shafts of crystal lining the far wall. After a few moments, her eyes adjusted to the low light. And she saw him. He sat in the corner, his huge body pressed against the rough stone. His long neck was curved around, burying his head under the wing against the wall. Streaks of blood marred the green and purple scales that covered his hide—wounds he’d received while trying to get to her.
Slowly, as she walked toward him, his neck unbent and he turned his massive head in her direction. He moved laboriously, like each movement was a struggle. The glow in his eyes was dull, from pain or death, she didn’t know. Or maybe it was just loneliness.
“Lorran.” Her name was a mere whisper in the huge cavern. The dragon’s mouth wasn’t designed to speak human words. She stared into the big black eyes and a human glow flickered at her. This was Kei trying to fight free of the dragon’s hold. “Get out. Go.” The words were barely audible. Kei was protecting her. But she wasn’t here to talk to Kei.
“Nekane,” she called. The human light disappeared and the dragon was back. She walked forward, not pausing as she walked within his reach. If what she believed was true, she needed to get Nekane to trust her, to believe her. And to do that, she had to trust him.
Those who suffered the bite of a dragon knew of only one way to defeat the beast. Common practice had always been that the human had to crush the dragon from within—to be stronger than the beast. She’d seen the dragon’s power. No human could compete with that. Even Kei, with all his strength, couldn’t overpower the dragon. She had to convince Nekane he was safe.
The huge dragon head swung forward, closer, the nostrils sniffing the air. She wiggled her fingers to relax the tension that had crept into her hands.
Mine.
The sound was a mix of sorrow and resignation.
“Yes,” she answered.
His head cocked to the side, like he wasn’t sure if he’d heard her.
Mine,
he repeated, a little louder.
“Yes,” she answered again.
He moved forward, his snout stopping inches away from her. He started at her feet and moved up her body, inhaling her scent.
Male touch you?
The gravelly voice hummed with fury.
It took her a moment to remember. Riker had held her shoulders. “Yes, but he thought he was protecting me.” Nekane tilted his head. “He didn’t want you to hurt me.”
Mine. Never hurt.
“I know.”
He lowered the blunt end of his nose to her center and gently tapped against the lower edge of her stomach.
Mine.
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“Yes.” She would say it as many times as she needed to, until he believed her. She was his. His mate. Standing there, with his voice in her head, and his breath on her body, she understood all that was true. She belonged to him and she had only to show him. As much as she belonged to Kei, she equally belonged to this dragon. She slid her hand underneath the thin straps that held the gown on her shoulders and pushed it to the side. The material slid down her body, gliding across her skin and baring her to his gaze. The dragon was a sexual creature. She had to show him she didn’t fear him.
Nekane ran his nose across her body.
Mine.
The claim was no longer desperate. He sounded confident, pleased. Seductive.
“Yes.” Her fear eased leaving only a startled desire.
Nekane’s tongue slipped out of his mouth, long and thin. He traced a line along the curve of her breast. The soft fluttering touch sent a bolt of pleasure through her body. She straightened. Nekane raised his head. Naked pain blazed through the black depths of his eyes. Whether she saw it in his eyes or just felt it in her body, she didn’t know, but she knew exactly what he was feeling, knew his fear. Knew he expected her to run.
“It tickled.” She placed her hand on top of his nose, smoothing the soft skin between his eyes. Some of the fear eased and he began a long slow tour of her body with his tongue.
The tip of his tongue swirled across the peak of her breast. The nipple tightened almost painfully at the light abrasion. Lorran gasped. Nekane repeated the caress. His long tongue circled over her nipple, until it stood straight, straining for more. It was different from the suction of Kei’s mouth but seductive just the same. She’d thought to endure the dragon’s touch—to move him from this form into Kei’s—but the lush press of his tongue on her skin caught her breath.
She didn’t know how long he licked her skin. She only knew her moisture trickled down her legs, flowing from her pussy when he stopped. As if satisfied with the taste and shape of her breasts, he moved onward, lowering his head until his tongue touched her stomach. Then lower still. His tongue slid down her body, tasting each inch of her flesh. Then he was there, hot and damp between her legs.
Mine.
She continued her mantra. “Yes.”
His tongue licked a long line up her slit, catching the juices that dripped from her soaking sex. As he trailed his tongue up, he brushed against her clit sending a spike of pleasure through her stomach.
Nekane raised his eyes.
Tasty pussy. Want more.
Lorran nodded, altruistic thoughts fading as he continued to lick her cunt. She spread her legs, opening for him. His low rumble of pleasure vibrated through her chest as he lapped her between her legs. The nimble end of his tongue swirled around her clit. Her knees weakened as the waves began to break from her center. She placed her Tielle St. Clare
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hands on Nekane’s head, using his strength to keep her upright. His tongue moved down her slit and slipped into her wet passage.
Lorran’s cry bounced off the walls. It was too delicious. The long length stretched inside her, smaller but more nimble than a cock. He flicked the end of his tongue, reaching deeper, tickling her inner walls. The orgasm hit her hard and fast. Lorran heard herself yelp and her legs gave out. She plopped onto the stone floor, landing on her backside, her legs already spread wide. She stared in shock at the empty space in front of her. Nekane’s tongue slid up the inside of her thigh as if collecting the moisture that had escaped from her pussy. He growled softly but she knew he wasn’t threatening. It was the sound of satisfaction.
Her chest rose and fell with hard breaths as she tried to keep herself conscious. Nekane nudged her backwards with his snout. Lost in the desires of her body and the needs of the dragon, she fell back and drew her legs up, opening to him, knowing he wanted more.
Nekane rubbed his tongue along her pussy, a long slow lick that seemed to awaken every nerve in her body. Lorran gulped in air. He continued to taste her, licking her flesh. He played with her outer lips then dipped his tongue into her cunt, massaging her passage until she was begging for him to let her come. The rumbles of the dragon’s pleasure blended with her own groans. Lorran twisted upon the stone floor, simultaneously seeking more and trying to escape the intensity. The pressure built promising completion but keeping it just out of reach. Nekane’s tongue reached deep inside her sending spirals of heat through her core. She pressed her hips upward, trying to force the touch that would bring her release. He drove his tongue in shallow pulses in and out of her sex. Lorran, desperate for something to hold her to the earth, clawed at the stone beneath her as the continued caresses threw her into another climax.
Naked, spread open before him, Lorran collapsed, her arms losing all strength. He lifted his head and it was as if he smiled at her.
More.
Before she could respond, before she could think if she wanted to say no, to beg him for rest, he lowered his head and returned to licking her pussy. Lorran dropped her head onto the stone floor and gave herself over to Nekane’s touch. The only constant in her world was the unrelenting motion of Nekane’s tongue, inside her sex, outside, across her skin, until her entire body shuddered at the lightest touch.
The next climax hit her, leaving her pleading. She couldn’t take any more. Nekane exhaled his hot breath against her too sensitive skin and a whimper escaped. Nekane’s talented tongue circled her belly button.
“Please,” she whispered. Her body was sated but the empty space in her arms reminded her of her mission. She needed to feel Kei—inside her, above her, filling her.
“I need Kei.”
Nekane raised his head and tilted it to the side as if trying to understand.
“I need Kei. Inside me. Please.”
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Kei love?
“Yes.”
Love us?
“Yes,” she cried, staring into his eyes. “Both of you.” She realized it was true. She could love the dragon. He was a part of the man she loved. There was no way to separate the two creatures.
As if the world was made of illusion, in an instant where the huge body of a dragon had stood, there was Kei—at least physically. Nekane stared at her through the human eyes. He’d allowed Kei’s body to return so he could love her, but he didn’t trust enough to give up control.
He dropped to the ground, covering her naked body with his. The hard line of his cock pressed against her clit as if seeking its home. His mouth covered hers, blocking off anything resembling thought.
This was the man she loved—the man and the dragon, bound together. The dragon’s power and desperation glowed in his eyes. He wanted her, wanted to love her. Just as the man had loved her body.
“Mine.”
This time, the words were spoken from Kei’s lips.
“Yes.”
Her body was prepared and open. He slid hard into her. Lorran gasped and pressed her shoulders against the stone floor, feeling his cock deep within her.
“Mine!” Nekane and Kei shouted the word together.
“Yes.”
Then they all lost the ability to speak. Need enveloped them. Each thrust inside her sent a flurry of new emotions, new sensations through her body. She wouldn’t find release soon. Nekane was finally able to fuck her, to love her with his body. She knew he wouldn’t stop until he’d had his share. He growled softly and began thrusting anew. Lorran relaxed against the ground and let Nekane glut himself on her body. The pressure grew with each plunge of his cock. Each thrust carried him harder into her body as if he wanted to become a part of her. Lorran cried out. He was so thick, so full inside her but still it wasn’t enough. Her climax hovered just out of reach. She thrust up hard, driving him into her with new force.
“Nekane!” Her cry joined his growls in the open air. She held herself still and let the orgasm shimmer through her exhausted body. Long moments later, she realized the cock inside her was still. She raised her eyes and Kei stared back at her.
“Lorran.”
“Kei?” She clutched his shoulders.
“I need you,” he said through tightly clenched teeth. He was just barely in control. He pulled out until just the tip of his penis remained inside her and paused, looking down at the connection of their two bodies—his rock hard erection, her soft wet cunt, open for him. He moved forward and still stared, watching the long slide of his cock Tielle St. Clare
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inside her. He pressed against her already sensitive clit and Lorran couldn’t contain her gasp—a mixture of pleasure and pain.
He looked at her and the green of Kei’s eyes faded, replaced by the black of Nekane. And he began to move.
She lost track of who was fucking her—Nekane or Kei. Kei would start, with the long, slow thrusts into her body. The way he’d often made love to her at the cabin, torturing her by denying her the one touch that would bring her satisfaction. Then Nekane would take over and ram hard into her cunt. Her cries became a mix of their names, her pleas alternately ignored and assuaged by her lovers. Her body was beyond her control, merely reacting without thought to the touch of the two creatures inside Kei’s body.