I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie (The I Like Big Dragons Series) (19 page)

She shivered slightly, tipping her ass up when my fingers traced along the curve of it.

I didn’t give her what she wanted.

Instead, I circled my fingers back up and out to her left hand, pulling it back once I had it in my grasp, and gently slid the cool metal down onto her finger.

“Dragon riders, as a whole, don’t have marriage ceremonies. We have what you would call bonding ceremonies. Marriage is a human tradition,” I whispered softly, twisting the ring around her finger as I spoke. “But it’s a tradition that I want to give you, nonetheless.”

She smiled, still not opening her eyes.

“And this bonding ceremony, what does it entail?” She whispered pleadingly.

The pleading in her voice came because I was circling along the bottom of her ass, stopping right before I reached her pussy. “Similar to a marriage. More customs, less cake. No preacher, but it’s said in the leader of the sanctuary’s presence so he can bless the bonding,” I informed her, extending my fingers so they rested on the cheeks of her ass, not touching that juicy pussy, that radiated heat like an oven, at all.

“What about those leaders…who do they say their vows in front of?” She asked curiously.

Always curious, my girl.

“Me. Or one of my brothers. My sister. My mother,” I told her, rolling her over and straddling her thighs.

I was naked, of course.

I was always naked when I joined Blythe in bed.

I was slowly working Blythe up to doing the same, but she still had to go to bed with something covering her breasts.

She said they were ‘in the way’ if she didn’t.

Her pussy, though, was mine for the taking.

And take it I did.

“Roll over and lift your ass for me, Drakina,” I ordered gruffly.

She obliged, tilting her hips up until her knees were under her.

Her head and chest rested on the mattress underneath us.

Her expression serene as I ran my hands up and down the outside of her thighs, letting my thumbs sweep the lips of her sex on each upward movement.

“You want me,” I purred softly, leaning forward and placing my nose against the cheek of her ass, smelling her essence as it wept from her entrance.

“Yes,” she hissed, pleasure filling her tone.

I leaned forward once again and let my tongue sweep out, licking her from clit to perineum.

She shivered in delight, making my mouth tilt up into the semblance of a smile once again before I dove into her pussy face first.

My tongue flicked her clit as I raised my hand and sank two fingers deep inside her sheath.

She gasped, clenching down hard on my fingers as I flicked the tiny bud with my tongue. “Oh, God,” she breathed.

I growled against her, causing the vibrations of my voice to pour into her sex, eliciting another groan from her lips.

“Stop teasing me,” she pleaded. “I want you.”

With one last flick and twist of my fingers, I rose up behind her and stared at the vision before me.

She looked like a goddess with her ass in the air, her face flat, eyes on the moon, it’s light pouring in.

Her hair was surrounding her like a halo, and I couldn’t help but be thankful that she was all mine.

My dick agreed, too.

When I reared backward, my cock had a mind of its own and lined itself up with her entrance without any help from my hand, and all I had to do was lean forward and sink slowly inside of her.

I filled her to capacity, watching as her breathing started to quicken the moment I entered her.

“Feel good, Drakina?”

I knew it did.

I could feel her pleasure through our mating bonds.

My wrists pounded with her pleasure, the tattoos feeling alive as I slowly pulled out, then even slower, pushed back inside.

“Yes,” she agreed on an exhale.

I moved my hands up to rest on the curve of her hips.

I didn’t speed up my tempo, though.

This was going to be a slow, sweet loving.

I was going to savor her body, and give her what I should’ve been giving her these past couple of weeks.

Her cunt felt extra wet as I slid in and out of her, giving me the added glide that I usually felt only after I’d ridden her good, hard and long.

And I found that I quite liked it.

She felt different ever since I’d found out that she was pregnant, but tonight, with my cock being strangled to death by her pussy, I knew I’d keep her pregnant as much as she allowed.

“Go faster,” she pleaded, her sheath tightening down more and more.

“No,” I denied her.

“Please!”

I pulled my hand back and brought it down with a sound slap against her ass, causing her to rear back and moan, as I slid deeper into her with her jolting movements.

“None of that,” I smacked her again.

She started panting, and with the way her pussy was quivering, I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

Did I speed up?

Hell no.

I slowed down even more, drawing a whine of protest from her lips.

“God,” she cried.
“Please, Keifer! I need it!”

I rubbed her ass soothingly, inadvertently drawing my thumb over her anus on a brief sweep, causing another moan to roll out of her.

“Did you like that?” I asked curiously, running my thumb back over her asshole for another sweep as I continued thrusting unhurriedly.

She tightened around my cock like a fist, nearly causing my eyes to roll back into my head.

I wasn’t normally an ass man.

But for Blythe, I’d be an ass man.

Dipping my thumb into the juices that were collecting on the length of my cock, I coated it before bringing it back up to her anus and pushing slightly inside.

She moaned gutturally as her orgasm barreled through her.

The sudden intensity of it all yanked me right along with her, and I closed my eyes as my release shot out of the end of my cock, sucking every single bit of juice from my balls and depositing it inside her already wet pussy.

“Keifer!” She screamed.

I pushed my thumb all the way inside her, and we both cried out as she clamped down harder.

After long moments of catching our breath, I gently removed my thumb from her ass and pulled out, feeling our combined releases on the length of my dick as I moved off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

I washed my hands quickly and wet a towel, bringing it back to Blythe who was still in the exact same position as she’d been in when I’d left her.

“You broke me,” she whispered tiredly.

I cleaned her up, wiping our releases from her thighs and tossing the rag onto the floor before I climbed back into bed with her and gathered her into my arms.

We pressed tightly together, from head to feet, my body surrounding hers.

“I’ll put you back together again tomorrow. Tonight, we should sleep,” I murmured sleepily.

She laughed softly. “Yes sir, oh, Dragon King.”

I pinched her nipple lightly. “That’s how I expect you to address me from now on in front of our people.”

She snickered. “You wish, Dragon King.”

I kissed her bare shoulder and reached for the covers, pulling them up and over us.

“You’re right…I do.”

Not to brag, but I can make people angry just by existing.

-Keifer to Blythe

Blythe

“Are you sure you’re comfortable doing this?” Skylar asked one more time.

I narrowed my eyes at her.

“I said I’m fine. Stop babying me. You’re treating me just like your brother, and I know you know better,” I waggled my finger under her nose.

She swatted my hand away and turned to leave.

“I’m serious,” she said over her shoulder. “You feel any twinges, you let me know.”

I shooed her away with a dismissing hand and turned to the kids.

“Alright, who’s up for a little game time?” I asked, rubbing my hands together in excitement.

I was in the sanctuary’s daycare.

This was where all the workers’ children came while their parents were working on the property.

I’d been here to visit before, but today would be my first time to stay for any length of time.

“Blythe, where did Miss Melody go?” A little boy, Tanner I think he was named, asked.

I smiled at him sadly. “Miss Melody had to have her arm casted because she fell outside while playing with you. Once that’s fixed she’ll go home to rest for a few days before she’s back with you.”

Tanner nodded. “She fell hard.”

“That’s ‘cause dodo brain pushed him,” another little boy, Desmond, countered, pointing to a little boy in the back of the room.

The boy in the back of the room was named Jacob, and he had to be the cutest of the bunch with his curly blonde hair and his ice blue eyes.

All three of them were around the same age, I’d guess five or six, and played together often.

“Miss Blythe, I need to use the restroom,” a little girl interrupted.

“What’s your name, honey?” I asked her.

“Nadine,” she whispered shyly.

“Alright, Nadine. Go ahead and go, and I’ll wait in the hallway for you, sound good?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Yes.”

So for the next three hours, I juggled six children, ranging in age from two and a half to six years, all alternating every ten minutes going to the bathroom.

Although it was fun at times, I decided that my children were going to be spaced at least five years apart.

I just had to hope that my kid would have some companions to play with like these children did.

“Miss Melody!” The children crowed. “We painted!”

Melody, a sweet woman around my age, hurried into the room, a hot pink cast taking up half of her left arm.

“I’m back!” She cheered. “And I’ve got snacks!”

It was more than obvious that these children loved their teacher, and the feeling was reciprocated by Melody.

“Thank you so much,” Melody placed her papers on her desk and hurried to me.

I smiled.

“Not a problem. I’m just glad to see that you’re okay,” I told her honestly.

She held up her cast. “It wasn’t as bad as they thought it was. Just a hairline fracture that should take care of itself with me wearing this for another month. It was a good thing, too, because they brought a really, really bad case in as I was getting my cast fitted. I was glad I was leaving so that the girl could have their undivided attention.”

“What happened?” I asked worriedly.

Melody smiled sadly. “From what I heard, a young girl was beaten because they found out her father was a dragon rider. She was about sixteen or seventeen. She was hurt really bad, and as I was leaving, I overheard them say she probably wouldn’t make it.”

My heart hurt for the young girl’s parents.

Poor thing.

“I’ll go up there and see if I can be of any use. Don’t overdo it, Melody,” I ordered teasingly.

She held up her hands in surrender. “Yes, My Queen.”

Her eyes were shining with mirth, but at the mention of being ‘Queen,’ my heart started to pound.

It made me feel uncomfortable to think about being the Queen.

Hell, I was just a girl from Dallas, Texas. I wasn’t a freakin’ Queen.

I ate popcorn out of the bag. Wore flip-flops instead of heels. Wore panties from Wal-Mart rather than Victoria’s Secret. I didn’t own a single dress. Nor did I ever wear my hair down.

Weren’t queens supposed to be poised and elegant?

Because if so, I wasn’t it.

I was me. Blythe Diane Barrett.

The daughter of two ordinary people.

I attended public school, and I drank beer.

Clearly, I wasn’t Queen material.

“See ya, Melody,” I waved hastily as doubts started to creep into my thoughts.

Tears started to form in my eyes, but I willed them away by replacing the moisture at my eyes with dry air.

That was something Keifer had taught me to do only last night, and I found that I loved it.

It was a good defense mechanism, of course.

“Whoa!” Dorian caught me as I ran directly into him when I rounded the corner of the building where the daycare was housed.

I’d had to have Skylar show me how to get here earlier, and I was actually thankful to see a familiar face.

“Hey,” I greeted him. “Can you show me to the exit?”

He must’ve been in a real hurry, because the moment I said it, he was pointing towards the hallway on the right and hurrying past me into the room I’d just exited.

Turning in curiosity, I found Dorian standing in front of Melody, her broken arm held gently between his two hands.

It was as if he was holding a baby bird with his fingers with how delicately he was treating her.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly.

Melody scowled at him and wrenched her hand away from him, which inevitably hurt her since her face crumpled the moment she did it.

“Fine,” she said in a pained whisper. “Perfectly fine, thanks.”

Dorian scowled at her and went to reach for her hand once again, but Melody stepped away from him.

“Why are you here?” She demanded.

That’s when I chose to leave.

I wasn’t one to spy, and this was clearly something personal between the two of them.

So, I turned and hurried down the hallway, readily finding the exit seeing as it had a large red EXIT sign hanging above the door. But the moment I pushed through it and let it slam closed behind me, I realized my mistake.

This wasn’t where I’d entered.

Far from it, in fact.

It
was
an exit…just not one I would’ve taken if I’d had the choice.

Because it practically dumped me out right in the middle of nowhere.

One way led around a lake…the other led to a sleeping dragon.

Talk about a rock and a hard place.

“Shit,” I said, turning around and trying the door.

Locked.

Of course it was.

I don’t bite, little one.

I blinked and turned around slowly. Very slowly.

The big purple beast had raised his head, and he was now staring at me with dispassionate eyes.

Promise?
I asked him hopefully.

Cross my heart. Come talk to me. I have things that I want to say to you.