Page 14 of Bitten in the Wild

I held my hand out to Izora to join me, but he didn’t take my hand right away. Instead, he raked his eyes up and down my body. I spread my legs and tucked my arms behind my head to do the same to him. He was fucking gorgeous – muscles as far as the eye could see, covered in soft hair as if he couldn’t make up his mind on whether he wanted to shave or not. I jerked my head for him to join me and this time he accepted the invitation. He stretched out beside me on his side and ran his big, warm hand up and down my chest and belly.

“I’m almost certain you’re about to roll your eyes at me,” Izora said softly.

“Only if you’re about to tell me that you prefer the pack nests to mine,” I teased him.

“No, not that. I prefer this one with you inside of it,” he said.

“What then?” I asked, putting my hand over his with every intention of taking it to devious places.

“This is an Earthside thing, but you do want eggs, right? I didn’t bring any condoms with me, but I have a friend who’d fly them out if we needed them.”

I thought about rolling my eyes at him but didn’t. I did indeed want eggs and hatchlings, but it was sweet that he actually considered my feelings and my freedom. For the first few years of hatchling rearing freedom was a scarce resource. It was the price we paid to keep them safe, healthy, and not gobbled up by predators.

“I do,” I nodded and decided to turn his question around on him. “Do you?”

“I do,” he nodded and then added in a whisper, “I haven’t told Castor and the others but I’m not going back to Earthside. Not even for a visit. My family has mostly moved on and I want to grow old somewhere without wars. I want to work family medicine again and have the biggest emergency to be somethingcaused by an inner beast egging on someone to do something incredibly git like in their fleshy form. That’s what I want.”

“Good because eggs take a long time to reach adulthood,” I nodded, “and I don’t want you to leave.”

“Hell, mate,” he said and rubbed his forehead against my arm. “I’m not sure I even want to go back to the estate.”

“You will,” I reassured him. “My dragon thinks he could forgo hunting for a month because you’re here now. He cannot and will not, but it’s a nice thought, isn’t it?”

“It is,” he said, kissing my arm. “We could stay right here forever.”

“We can try,” I nodded and turned on my side to face him. “I’m not against the idea.”

Our lips met in a long, slow kiss. I’d witnessed plenty of mates kissing like there was no tomorrow and had a few okay kisses myself during my life, but nothing prepared me for wanting to kiss Izora forever. I ran my hands over his skin wherever I could reach him, wanting to commit every inch of his flesh to my memory. My dragon purred again, and two smoke rings drifted out of my nose. Izora chuckled against my lips and murmured something about my dragon being unhappy again.

“Not unhappy,” I shook my head, our lips barely apart enough to allow me to speak. “Impatient. Purring is sorta happy, but very impatient with all the smoke rings. He can wait, though. He’s spent so much time in charge of our life that I think it’s my turn for a while.”

“Good,” Izora growled and kissed me again, harder this time.

I lifted my leg over his hip and leaned in closer. He didn’t have as many scales as I did in human form. Probably because he hadn’t spent as much time in the wild as I had. Would his scales start showing up more as I pulled him into the safe peace of myworld where thunder and lightning might chase after dragons, but war never found us?

“Better,” I said against his lips because his kisses made everything better.

The storm raged outside, and I buried my face in Izora’s shoulder. I rubbed my cheek over his claiming gland. My dragon roared again, but I swallowed down the sound. It morphed into a moan deep inside my throat and he kissed me harder. The magic zipped back and forth between us like we were two lightning rods caught outside in the storm.

Reaching between our bodies, I took his thick, hard dick in my hand and stroked him. I loved the smooth curve of him sliding against my palm. He was thick inside my fingers. Without speaking, I wiggled around until I could slide him between my cheeks. He rocked his hips as I let go of him, coating himself in my thick, slick arousal. I bit my lip and let out a sigh. I’d waited a long time for him to show up. For a while, I wondered if I didn’t have a true-mate at all because I was a wildling, but that was bullshit because he was here now rubbing his shaft all over my omegahole.

“Don’t make me beg,” the word came out closer to a roar than a whimper, but I meant every word of it, nonetheless.

Izora captured my mouth in a hard kiss and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth for a second as his hand slid between our bodies. A second later, the plump head of his dick brushed against my slick omegahole, and I let out a sigh. He let go of my lip and I bit it again, grinding my teeth down against my flesh as he slid inside me. His girth brushed against every nerve it passed over and the air caught in my lungs as my brain wrapped itself around all the new sensations pressing inside me.

“You gotta breathe, mate,” he said, his voice deeper than before.

I breathed out and smoke drifted from my nose. I wiped my face and Izora thrust up deeper inside me. A moan drifted over my lips and my nails dug into his arm.

“You okay, mate?” Izora asked.

“Call me that again,” I whispered.

“Mate. Mine.”

“Again,” I said as he slipped further inside me aided by how slick I was from laying close to him.

“Mine,” he growled in my ear, and I growled the word back at him.

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