Page 12 of Dragons' Future

Reaching over, Tavias snags me around the waist and deposits me on his lap. “This, on the other hand, is entirely purposeful,” he says into my ear, his naked body curling around mine with erotic promise.

CHAPTER 8

Kit

Tavias’s hands flow along my skin, which is quickly becoming moist with beads of steam and… other slippery things. The still new mating bond glows at my mate’s closeness, making my thoughts as opaque as the steaming air around us. I can scent my own arousal now as vividly as a flower’s perfume, am aware even of the musky way my own slickness mixes with Tavias’s smell of pine and hickory.

Tavias’s strong, blunt fingers dig into a knot right below my scapula, sending a sharp twinge of exquisite pain rippling through my back. I wince and moan at the same time, my body not knowing whether to lean into the delicious pressure or save myself from its intensity. Tavias’s low chuckle fills my ears and he splays his free hand along my abdomen, making the decision to stay put for me.

He moves with purpose, finding and working out the tension in my back, his fingers dancing across my skin in a pattern of pressure and release. Stars, it feels good. More than good. Tavias’s touch seems to penetrate through my aching muscles as thoroughly as the steamy air fills my lungs. I hiss as he traces the curve of my spine, finding yet another knot to dig into. This time, when the ache of pressure converges with relief, the tantalizing throb shoots all the way to between my thighs.

I rock my backside against the bulge I already feel there.

“Now that I have your attention,” Tavias murmurs into my ear. “I believe we have a conversation to finish.”

“What?” I mutter, the feel of his hands kneading my muscles too much to resist. “What conversation?” The only conversation I want to have now is with his cock.

"The one where I make you understand exactly why you are enough, of course.” Tavias dips his hand between my legs, running his fingers lightly between my folds. I squirm, my hands digging into his forearm. My grip does absolutely nothing to halt Tavias however. Shifting me so that my sex is grinding perfectly against his bulge, he places his large palm over my thigh and squeezes the muscle.

"You are our pack's rebirth,” Tavias says, his kneading hand on my thigh holding me captive. “You are our salvation from ourselves.” He blows on the back of my neck, the row of scales there clenching right along with everything else inside me.

“Do you remember Cyril striding onto the Phoenix quarterdeck, his head high and the whole world under his command? That is the real Cyril, wildcat. The true king. The one who’d been buried in his own fear and hate until he found you standing by his side.” Tavias’s voice is raspy with need and determination, and he teases my apex the moment I take a breath to speak. His finger traces my swollen hood, making me whimper helplessly until I close my mouth and listen again.

“You are returning Cyril to us, Kitterny. Just as you pulled Hauck from the rubble that Lola’s death made of his soul. You made him care. Made him whole.” Tavais returns to kneading my thighs, though my body undulates in his lap. “Even Quinton. The guarded, untrusting bastard that he is, knows he is pack now. Don't you see? You make our pack exist. You are our spirit and our heart. You are our everything."

Tavias lowers his mouth to mine, taking me with slow, deliberate gentleness. My lips part, welcoming him deeper, savoring the fresh woody taste of him as he suckles my tongue.

“You are the key to the dragons’ very survival,” he whispers into my mouth. "You are our compass. Our rallying call. You are more powerful than a legion of dragon warriors, for before you we flew full force to our own demise.” His lips leave mine only to slide over to my ear. Tavias’s warm breath caresses me as he whispers. "We've been killing ourselves for centuries before you came, we’ve signed our own death warrants and handed them to the priests. But that stops now. Because of you. You are our beacon. Our hope. Our truth. You are enough just as you are, Kitterny. You. Are. Enough.”

My breath catches as what Tavias is saying—what he believes—sinks into me. Rising up on my knees, I bite my lip against the ache between my legs as I turn and straddle his lap, rising until our eyes are level with each other. The intensity of his gaze underscores the words he’d uttered. I am enough.

I brush my hand over his jaw, the light stubble along his cheek scratching my palm.

Tavias raises his chin, exposing his neck to me. The dragon inside me purrs, knowing at a primal level that the motion is a token of trust. I don’t think before I lower my mouth to Tavias’s jugular and run my elongated canines over the sensitive skin.

A rumble escapes his throat, pleasure and provocation all rolled into one deep sound that echoes through the den and bond alike. And it undoes me completely.

Reaching between my legs, I find Tavias’s cock. It is up and straining with pressure, the scales along it laid as flat as a pine cone. Positioning myself over him, I slide down with deliberate slowness, letting myself savor the way the cock's head stretches my channel and wakes every nerve I have there.

Tavias inhales sharply. He grips my thighs to steady me, but keeps still, though every muscle in his neck strains from the effort.

Placing my hands flat on his chest, I begin to move, rocking forward and back as I angle the cock inside me to stroke the many, many new pleasure centers of my dragon body. Each time a new spot is found, a jolt of erotic need shoots through my entire body, making my toes curl and the mating bond vibrate between us. Inside Tavias's secure grip, I'm free to lift myself off his thick length and slam down again, moving harder each time, my body crying out for more, more, more.

The wet slaps of my sex on his cock fill the den, our breaths coming out in stuttered moans. Then Tavias shifts slightly and the scales along his cock come alive inside me like a swarm of tiny greedy little tentacles, each seeking to milk more sensation from my body.

A desperate sound escapes Tavias’s chest, and his grip on my hips tightens as I feel his iron self control shatter through the bond. He thrusts up into me, hard and needy, our bodies matching each other stroke for stroke. Blazing pleasure so intense that it edges pain, builds between my thighs, and I throw my head back with a cry.

Tavias's mouth is on my exposed neck at once, returning the torment I doled out to him just moments earlier. His teeth scrape my skin until he finds the column of scales just over my pulse and slides his hot tongue over them mercilessly. The crescendo's release crashes into me, though I hadn’t even been close to reaching the peak. Its intensity is such that I don’t even have breath to scream anymore. I am just a body, a climax. A single entity of sensation and fire as every fiber inside me blazes with sensation.

Tavias yanks one hand free of my hip and slams it flat against the den's wall, magic exploding from him into the stone. The whole den flashes with strobes of blinding light, waves of heat and sparks of lightning dancing wildly and sending up hissing torrents of steam.

The primal dragon inside me roars. My nails dig into Tavias's sweat-glistened skin and I take his mouth again, my tongue plunging inside with an invader’s intent as I try to gather the shattered bits of myself together.

Though he keeps one hand against the stone, Tavias's return kiss is powerful with its desperation, claiming me as thoroughly as I claim him. His hips buck beneath me, his tongue doing things to my mouth that almost make me forget that this is my ride. That there is something I still need to do. Something important.

Tearing my hand off Tavias’s sweat slickened shoulder, I grip his jaw. "You hurt me," I tell him, my body continuing up and down his shaft, ratcheting up the need howling through our bond.

Tavias’s gasps. “I. Know. I’m -” he cuts off and howls through clenched teeth as I stop moving with the tip of his cock just at the edge of my channel.

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