Page 7 of Bitten in the Wild

“Uh-huh,” he said, the syllables morphing into a growl on his lips.

The sound wrapped around me and I kissed him again. My dragon ran his horns along my ribs, forcing me closer. Our chests touched and my heart skipped a beat. The air hung heavywith impending rain which made the whole forest hotter than normal. Still, I pressed myself against him reveling in the heat as he licked circles around my tongue. His nipples were hard, but not as hard as his muscles. What did a healer do to be so fit?

“His dragon is fit,”my inner beast roared into my thoughts, sending another smoke ring out of my nose.

Izora didn’t bother to stop kissing me long enough to swipe this one away. Instead, his hands slid from my hips to my naked ass and massaged my flesh under his fingers. Clouds drifted over us, heavy and dark. The rain was coming in, but I didn’t want the kissing to stop.

“Do you always wear pants?” I asked him, playing with the metallic do-hickey on his belt.

“As opposed to what?” Izora asked.

Only he kissed me too quickly for me to answer. I let go of the belt piece and grabbed lower. He was hard and thick. He grunted and opened his eyes now that I had him in my palm.

“Nothing,” I answered.

“Ummm…” he searched for his words, and I almost loosened my grip, but being this close to him made me want to be wicked. “My job usually requires them,” he said a second later, his voice low and throaty from my grip on him.

“Are you at work right now?” I asked and he shook his head.

“So, we can take them off?”

The claws of my free hand tickled my fingertips. Nope. That wasn’t happening. Townies acted strange when their clothes were messed up. I wanted Izora to feel at home in my nest – not torn asunder.

“We can,” he nodded but kissed me again instead.

I wasn’t about to bother with the belt and its metal do-hickey for more than a few seconds. Belts always seemed like overkill to me. So I skipped straight to his zipper to free his dick from its fabric prison.

“Give me a second,” he said, shoving his hand into his pocket.

“Not trying to rob you,” I laughed and swatted his hand away.

“Ouch!” He laughed and shot me a bemused look. “I need to get my phone out before it falls to its death.”

“Drop it down the hatch,” I said, scooting back and opening the trapdoor.

Waj took advantage of the wide-open trapdoor and jumped in, landing with a soft plop at the bottom of the slide.

“I’d rather not commit phone murder. It has all my contacts from back home in it.”

“How much does it like to swim?” I asked him.

“It’s sort of waterproof. Sort of.”

Thunder cracked in the sky above us and I grabbed it from him and slid it down the slide after Waj. A second later came the downpour. Somewhere in the distance another dragon grumbled about the showers, but I used it as an excuse to slide all my mate’s stuff down into my house. While I did that, he undid his belt and shed the rest of his clothes along with his shoes. Those went down the slide too. Hopefully neither of us landed with a boot up our ass later when we went inside.

“What’s down there?” Izora shouted over the rain beating against every surface the forest offered.

“Show you later,” I shook my head.

I wasn’t ready to go inside yet. Inside was drab. It had all the trappings of a townie house, but it wasn’t outside, and I liked outside best. Outside with its fresh air and cool rain. Outside with its sky and now with Izora. I captured his lips in another long, hard kiss and his hands refound my ass cheeks. Izora’s body heat spread over me until it was impossible to think of anything else other than him. I leaned into him, using his warmth to soothe my eager inner beast.

Hungry? Angry? Horny? Sometimes it was hard to tell with dragons. All of the above maybe. He was always one of those things. Except now, he was also delighted at the rain cascading over us and the feeling of Izora’s heart pounding just as hard and fast as our own. My desires all curled into one tangled ball as I struggled to focus.

Lightning struck overhead and we both ducked. My dragon chuckled and cursed the sky fire under his breath. I kissed Izora again. He took my hands and put them on his chest as we kissed. I explored his firm and now slippery, wet muscles. His breath hitched in his throat every time my palm inched close to his dick. Teasing him was nice. Maybe if I teased him enough Izora wouldn’t think straight either.

Leaning my head down, I traced the outline of his green star scale with my tongue. The one on my own chest burnt hot, keeping me warm against the rain. Izora ran his long fingers through my hair as I licked lower, tracing the lines and muscles of his abs. I licked my lips, imagining what my mate would taste like. My dragon bumped his horns against my ribs again. He didn’t like putting things off unless it was his idea, and he was more than ready to be back with the green and blue dragon who lived inside Izora. Still, my mate was stroking my cheek with his thumb now and I wasn’t ready to give up that sensation.

Thunder cracked above our heads and I startled again. Storms weren’t uncommon in this season, but my eyes weren’t on the skies right now. All my attention was focused on my mate. He ran his fingers up my cheek and cradled my face. I leaned into his warmth, savoring the connection. My dragon roared, filled with urgent need inside me. He snorted out another smoke ring. The rain gobbled it up before it could float away.

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