He sank into the kiss, learning her mouth, her taste, reveling in the tiny whimpers she fed him. He lingered, savoring her flavor, until he was desperate for air. But there was no way he could leave her. He placed light, teasing kissing along her jaw line, moving slowly and enjoying every inch of her skin. She tilted her head as he placed his mouth against the sleek column of her neck and her breasts pushed against his chest. He could feel her tight nipples poking him.
He cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged gently, loving the soft moans that fell from her lips. He bent down, latched his mouth to the pert nipple before him and began to suck. The startled gasps of Lorran’s pleasure made him shudder in quiet ecstasy. He wanted to give her more—take more—until he consumed her thoughts and desires. Kei swirled his tongue around her nipple and felt it lengthen into his mouth. She arched into him, silently begging for more. He groaned. The dark fog swelled inside his head.
He placed one hand on her ass, keeping her hips connected to his. The tight curls that protected her pussy teased his cock as he eased his length between her thighs. Moisture flowing from her cunt coated his shaft.
Kei bent her back over his other arm, positioning her breasts for his attention. He straightened and looked down. She was stretched out. Displayed before him—her back arched and those delicious mounds thrust upward. His chest rose and fell in shallow pants. He had to have her. He leaned over and placed one gentle, teasing kiss on the curve of her rounded flesh. The desire to overwhelm her in every way clouded his mind. He opened his mouth and laved the hard peak of her breast, relaxing into the luxury of having her before him. He suckled and licked, lingering long until Lorran’s cries became desperate. Then he switched his focus to the other breast and gave it the same loving treatment. He smiled against her skin as she twisted and moaned in his arms. She belonged to him. The forest around them disappeared. Only her flavor and desperate sounds were important.
He wanted more. Wanted her begging and screaming his name. He slid down her body until he knelt before her. Cupping her soft hips in his hands, he lifted one leg over his shoulder until she was open to him. The smell of her arousal swamped him. He moved quickly, hungry for her cunt. In one swift movement, he spread her legs and pushed his face into her hot pussy. She was wet—slippery with her cunt juices. Kei wanted to howl with joy, but wouldn’t release the prize of her sex. He Tielle St. Clare
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sank his tongue inside her and teased the walls of her passage. She shuddered in his arms. The sharp prick of her fingernails on his scalp encouraged him. He lost track of time—the long hours of daylight faded as he continued to feast on the pussy before him. She squirmed within his hands, silently warning of her climax. He could feel her body start to vibrate. She was coming. He drove his tongue deep inside and rubbed along the top edge of her clit, pushing her, needing her to break the barrier.
“Kei!”
Her cry was new yet still familiar and he drove her onward. She would come. He curled the end of his tongue and felt her body tense.
“By the twelve Goddesses,” she gasped.
Kei barely heard the words. The flavor of her skin and the sweet juice she produced at her orgasm was too tempting. He drank from her, knowing from the erratic pulsing of her hips that she was capable of more. It was as if his whole world had centered between her legs.
His cock bounced against his stomach. He needed her. Needed to come inside the tight pussy he’d tasted. Frenzy liked he’d never felt before burned through his veins. He pushed himself to standing. He curled her bent leg around his waist and settled his rock hard shaft against her wet opening. So close. He needed to be inside her.
Mine.
Kei tensed as the foreign voice invaded his thoughts. It came from inside his head, but it didn’t belong to him. He recognized it. Scattered dreams from the trance slammed into him—fire and pain and then a gentle cooling. And that voice—always there. His mind cleared and he felt an invisible band tighten around his chest. The dragon was alive in his head.
“Kei?” Her lips were swollen from his kisses but her eyes darkened with concern. He stepped back, knowing he had to distance himself from her. The drive to take her was too strong. If he took her now, he’d be giving control to the beast inside him.
No. Mine.
Need clawed at him from the inside. “I need to fuck you.” The words came out a growl. The sound was almost unrecognizable as a human voice. She stared at him with the dark frightened eyes of prey. Kei bit his teeth together. The fog was edging out his control. “Kei?” She bent quickly and picked up her dress, holding it in front of her. “What’s wrong?” He heard a trace of fear in her voice but, his only thought was that she was hiding herself from him, hiding what belonged to him.
The thought pushed his passion into rage. His lips peeled back in a snarl. Lorran froze at the noise. She stared at him, watching his eyes. Then she began to inch away. He recognized the movement. She was backing away from him as she’d done from Effron.
The image shocked him back into clarity. He stared down at his own body, bent low, preparing to attack.
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He forced himself to turn and face the waterfall. What was wrong with him? He’d frightened her. And with good cause.
No!
The voice screamed in his head, urging him on. He could have her. He had to have her.
No leave!
“Go,” he ordered though his throat was tight. He glanced over his shoulder but didn’t turn. His cock was so hard and the compulsion to be inside her cunt was still so desperate, he couldn’t look at her. “Leave. Now,” he said when she hadn’t moved.
“Let me help you.” Confusion and sympathy surrounded her offer. She had to leave. He had no chance of controlling the dragon while she was there.
“Just go,” he commanded again.
After another moment, while Kei silently begged the Gods to take her away, she started to walk backwards. He kept her at the edge of his sight. She waited until she was part way down the path before she turned and hurried away. When she was safely gone, he stared down the empty trail. The lingering taste of her flesh combined with the bitter taste of disappointment. And anger. She was gone. He sank to the ground and dropped his head into his hands. Blood burned through his heart. He needed to fuck.
No, he corrected, he needed to fuck her, needed to come inside
her
. He concentrated on calming his breath and returning his focus to this world. He would get through this. The smell of the cool forest soil momentarily filled his head. Her scent was everywhere inside that little house. There was no way he could go back in there, not in this condition.
With a sigh, he reached down and wrapped his hand around his solid cock. He couldn’t have her but he would find his release. He ran his hand from the tip to the base, a quick brush. Her hands would be gentle, delicate fingers teasing his cock. He kept his own touch light, imagining, anticipating her soft skin on his, the warmth of her palm wrapped around his erect cock. He banished the image. He would just do it—get it over with. He had real problems to deal with. He couldn’t spend his days battling a massive hard-on.
He tightened his grip and pumped his shaft. He was so hard it wouldn’t take much to blow. Pleasure built with each pass of his hand. It shouldn’t have taken more than a few strokes but he just grew harder. His climax seemed to move farther out of reach. He squeezed, forming a tight ring with his fingers, moving his hand faster. It only succeeded in increasing the tension. His cock was screaming for release. His whole body vibrated with the need to come.
And he couldn’t. He continued. There was no other option. He needed to come.
Inside her.
“No, dammit,” he growled to the influence in his mind. He would do this his way. A spark of awareness stopped his frantic movement. He paused and listened. It was as if something waited just beyond the clearing. He didn’t look up. He didn’t have to. He knew.
She was watching.
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Time and space seemed to no longer apply. He could see her clearly, as if she stood in front of him.
She hadn’t returned to the cabin. She’d stayed to watch over him. And now that she’d seen him, seen what he was doing, she’d remained. Kei smiled. His prim little hostess was curious.
No, he couldn’t come inside her tonight, but he could come for her. All thoughts of quick relief faded. He rested his shoulders against the rock and tilted his hips sideways to improve her view.
He returned his hand to his cock and began to slowly stroke its length. He lingered, running his palm up and down his shaft, pausing to savor the tension, keeping the movements slow. If Lorran were touching him, he wouldn’t rush it. He’d want to enjoy each caress. She’d be soft, tentative, then grow bolder. Her eyes would lighten. Would she enjoy touching him? Something told him she would. She would love the power she had over him—the power to hold him in her spell.
He closed his eyes and pictured her, kneeling beside him, her long lovely fingers stroking him. Knowing she watched, he spread his legs, and began to slowly pump upward, easing his cock into his hand. Soon. But now he wanted to hold off, to know she watched, to imagine her touch. Each stroke of his hand, he pictured Lorran, her full breasts filling his hands, her tight nipples straining for his mouth. He licked his lips. Her pussy, wet for him. She’d torture him with her hands before slowly slipping his shaft inside her cunt. He moaned and pumped his hips faster. She’d hold him tight, her walls clinging to him. And those hot little groans she’d made when he’d touched her. She’d scream when she came.
“Lorran,” he whispered through tight teeth as he pumped harder, jacking his hand up and down. He was so close.
Inside her.
He needed to come inside her. The almost painful need spiraled out of control. There was nothing he could do. He licked his lips, the subtle flavor of her cunt melted on his tongue. He drove his cock deep into his fist and tensed as his seed poured from him.
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Lorran stood in the shadows, just out of sight. She couldn’t leave him. Something wasn’t right. Though she hadn’t spent much time with Brennek during his transition, he hadn’t seemed afflicted the way Kei was. The tension that bound his broad shoulders had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with arousal. Kei was aroused. Around her. She considered the idea that it might be the dragon’s influence but it was too soon. He’d only woken from the healing trance that morning. Through the trees she could see him, his skin bright against the dark rocks, illuminated by the full moon’s shining. He dropped his head into his hands like all his energy was gone. Maybe he was looking for an escape—a willing body to lose himself in for a few moments, to forget the horror of the weeks ahead. That had to be it. Brennek had done the same but it hadn’t been her body he’d craved. She would have to find some way of helping Kei. Lorran chewed the edge of her lower lip. She Tielle St. Clare
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could contact one of the women in the village. There were a few prostitutes that lived openly in town. She could bring one out for Kei.
He shifted, leaning his back against the rock and staring up at the night sky. What was he thinking about? Lorran had only a moment to consider the idea before his movements distracted her. He straightened one leg and bent the other, then he reached down and curled his palm and fingers around the thick length of his cock. Her breath caught in her throat as he slowly began to slide his hand up the long staff. He was thick, long. And hard. A sudden hollow ache spread through her stomach. Her sex was still damp from Kei’s attentions and began to drip. Lorran whimpered. Kei tensed and for a moment, she was sure he’d heard her but then he relaxed. Surely, he would stop if he thought she was watching. But he continued the steady strokes, even seeming to slow down. The obvious pleasure marked his face as he shifted, twisting his hips until he was fully bared to her now. She could see every line and curve. His thighs strained as he punched his hips upward. Her breath moved with each thrust, matching his rhythm. He was straining, reaching for his climax. Her own hand curled into a fist. She wanted to touch him, wanted to watch his face as she did exactly what he was doing. His movements grew more frantic as he picked up speed. She couldn’t look away. It was beautiful. Her nipples ached. She ran her hand up her body and cupped her breast. She pinched the peak and felt the ache spike between her legs.
He threw his head back. She could hear his groan and watched as white liquid spilled from his fingers.
Alone in the woods, she watched and licked her lips.
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Chapter 4
Lorran paced by the window, glancing out, looking for some sign of Kei. He hadn’t returned to the cabin last night. After watching him at the waterfall, she’d hurried home and waited, finally falling asleep early in the morning. The silence was strange. She’d grown used to his presence during his three days in the trance. And sleeping in the bed alone had been uncomfortable. She’d been chased through her sleep with dreams of Kei’s hands and lips on her skin. She gripped the edges of her skirt. It was so easy to remember, to re-create the physical memory of his touch. Her sex began to throb, as if preparing for him. She took a deep breath and let her mind drift through her memories—Kei’s hand between her legs, his mouth sucking on her pussy, his hand around his own shaft.
She could only imagine what it would feel like—to feel his cock inside her. He’d been thick and long. Her chest grew tight as she struggled to breathe. She unconsciously rolled her hips, a surprising ache between her legs. She sighed and closed her eyes, letting the tension rise. Her nipples rubbed against the soft cotton of her bodice.
She’d been willing last night. If he hadn’t pulled away, she would have accepted him into her body. Even now she felt empty, wondering what she had missed. Though she didn’t hear anything, she suddenly knew she was no longer alone. She opened her eyes. Kei waited in the doorway, watching her.