Page 5 of Don't Fae With Dragons

When she turns around to answer, her eyes are dry. “You ignored me the entire festival. You flirted witheveryoneelse.”

My mouth drops open in shock. “What? Aurora, don’t you know me by now? I did no such thing.”

“You did! You let everyone,let everyonekiss your knuckles, kneel before you. When will you let me worship you like that?”

She speaks so angrily that my eyes well up with shame and fear. I open my mouth to defend myself (or maybe to beg forgiveness, it’s hard to tell), but she rushes forward and kisses me. She pulls away, a sob stifling her words, and says, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t. Ican’t.”

“Aurora,” I say, pulling her forehead into mine. “Recognize me.” The words are heavy as I speak them aloud because I know she doesn’t. In fact, these words mean nothing to her. They mean a lot to me, but the truth is I can’t saythem either and she doesn’t care. I look deep into her eyes and continue, “Don’t go. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t.”

I don’t know what’s come over me, but I just want in this moment to be cared for, ravished and adored. I pause, kissing her slowly, then lean back to face her. “You want to worship me?” I ask. She nods. “Then do.”

Aurora’s eyes go wide at my request, but she nods again, and kneels before me. She pulls my pants down, silk tumbling in a waterfall of fabric to the floor, and shoves her head between my knees. She turns right and left, kissing between my calves, then knees, then thighs, and sighs heavily.

I walk backwards to the loveseat, and Aurora follows on hands and knees like a feline before settling into a kneel before me. She takes her delicate hands and pushes my legs open wide, staring up at me as she moves in to taste the growing wetness between my thighs.

“Aurora,” I gasp, as she moves in close. She’s never ... done this for me before. “What are you –oh.” I stop short as her tongue makes contact, swirling in a firm circle around my sex. I wonder, briefly, if after tonight we’ll go back to our routine lovemaking, our chorelike sex – but two of her fingers slip into the opening of my groin and I quickly lose my train of thought.

She moans into me, the vibration of her lips sending tendrils of fire through my thighs, and my head falls back sharply. She kisses my clitoris softly, stopping right before my climax, and I look down to her.

“Please,” I say, “don’t stop.”

She smirks up at me. “Oh, dear Mili. I’m not going to make this easy for you, now am I?” Then she shoves her face into me, moving her head from side to side and bringing my pleasure rising up in a wave once more.

I feel my legs twitching as I come, but Aurora holds me tightly, stroking my calves tenderly while the orgasm floods my senses. When I finally open my eyes again, she’s smiling sadly at me.

“How was that?” she asks.

I don’t know what to say, entirely afraid I might never feel pleasure like this again, so I just cup her face in my hands and kiss her. She tastes like sex, and I gasp softly at the smell. She kisses me back, hard, and I have to pull back, overwhelmed. Then she comes to sit beside me on the loveseat, where I soon fall asleep.

CHAPTER 4: MAX

Ibarely catch myself before I crash into a massive slab of obsidian, and angle slightly upwards to avoid it. The last-minute revision has a cost, though, and I land at a horrible slant and a terrifying speed.

The landing alarms me, and I run a quick check to make sure I’m uninjured. I switch quickly into human form, keeping nothing dragon but my razor-like claws. After all, we don’t know who’s godsdamned volcano we just landed on.

My short, dark hair and neatly groomed beard: intact. Clay-colored eyes, unburned and not otherwise damaged. I pat my defined arms with my large hands, feeling for burns or stabs, and luckily find nothing. I glance down at my warm olive skin and grunt in minor appreciation of my luck. Thank the gods I didn’t get myself killed.

After collecting myself (which ispainful,by the way), I look around for Porthos and find him trying not to laugh at me from a few paces away.

“I hope, for your sake, that you’re notlaughingright now,” I say, growling.

“If we weren’t in such a fix,” he says, “I would find this a lot funnier.” I roll my eyes as he smiles softly and brushes some soot from his shoulders. I check to make sure he’s uninjured,too; I scan his light skin for any slick red blood, and find none. His agile, toned body saved him this time. He’s more slender than I am. His long black hair is clear, too, curled tightly atop his head. He brushes some loose strands from his eyes and raises his eyebrows at me, exposing his narrow dark blue eyes from under his hooded eyelashes.

“Are you checking me out?” he asks.

“I’m checking you forinjuries, you egomaniac.” I throw my hands up, exasperated with him.

Then the igneous rock, still radiating heat, vibrates low under us, creating thin sudden fissures that tear through the ash-covered earth. We are definitely not on friendly territory.

“Who goes here?” a thunderous voice booms at us, just as a massive dragon flies out of the center of the volcano and down to meet us.

“Kneel!” says Port, and I scowl. He sends a quick jet of water drops at my head, and I duck to avoid it. “Max, come on!” I roll my eyes and growl once more, but oblige. Port knows me well, and I can be myself with him. We’ve been through a lot together. It’s hard to think back of a time when we didn’t know each other. We’re two alphas alike in many ways, yet balancing each other out. But that’s just it, we’re two alphas ... kneeling ... it’s not a good position to meet someone new, but Port and I agreed beforehand, we want no trouble.

Once we’re kneeling, the dragon of the volcano, reeking of alpha strength, lands before us with athumpthat shakes the entire mountain. My eyes go wide as I stare down at the ground, and I quickly school them into indifference as I look up to introduce myself.

Port beats me to it, saying (in a much lower voice than his usual timbre) “Hello, great ruler. I am Porthos, flown from far beyond this volcano seeking refuge from a dangerous foe.” I barely keep myself from cracking up at his fancy language, and he shoots a sharp glance my way as if he can sense my annoyance.

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