Page 93 of Fated to the Dragon Warlord

Darax presses a hidden button, and just past my feet, a door opens like an iris. Darax delves in and pulls out a handful of glittering jewels.

“What is this?” I ask, unable to take my eyes from the sparkling gems.

It is genuinely not what I expected he slept on.

“It is my hoard, but it is yours too, as my heartsfire,” Darax rasps. “Everything I have belongs to you—my ship, my warriors, and my body.”

He says the last word hopefully.

“I don’t need all of those things.” I beckon to him. “Except for the body. I need your body.”

“You do?” Darax says, unable to keep the surprise from his voice. “But you were injured.”

“And you healed me. Humans are more robust than you give us credit for.”

I find myself caged by him. Pinned in place as he scents over me.

“You are healed?”

“I am healed. It’ll take a while for me to replace all the blood I lost, but I’m getting there.”

“Does that mean I can complete the claiming?” he growls.

“Depends,” I tease. “On what the completion looks like.”

Darax dips his head and covers my mouth with a possessive, demanding kiss. It curls my toes and sends my body soaring to the sky.

“Completion means you belong to me and my Sarkarnii,” Darax rumbles, using a huge claw to divest me of my clothing.

He scatters the jewels in his hand over my décolletage—they’re already warm from his hand—and gazes down at me.

“I never thought there could be anything more beautiful than my hoard, but it seems I have found her,” he says hoarsely. “Are you ready to be claimed, my heartsfire, because I will try, but I can’t promise to be gentle.”

“Don’t be gentle,” I whisper because he’s robbed all my breath. “Be who you are.”

With a roar, Darax swipes the jewels away and lifts me up against him. I can feel his huge cock on my inner thigh. I’m already running with moisture for him, as if the venom in my bloodstream has made me even more receptive to his size and arousal. He breaches my entrance. No matter how ready I might be, the stretch is still immense almost to the point of pain, but then, when I think it might hurt, instead he slides deep within me, sighing my name as he seats himself.

Only this Darax is much, much bigger than before. His hips are broader, his scales larger. I lift my head to see a pair of great wings which spread out, not just over the depression but spilling over the sides. The ridged belly stretches away up and up.

I’m riding my dragon.

Darax’s arms are as outstretched as his wings, and he groans as I clamp down on him before one huge clawed hand wraps around my waist. He dips his hips and thrusts back and up.

I think I might have been thrown to the stars, because I’m certainly seeing them.

“Little mate,” Darax murmurs.

I drop my hands to his abdomen, holding myself up, attempting to hold on, but I know I am here for the ride I’m being taken on, and Darax is going to take every single inch of me.

His hips spin again, driving his cock deep inside, the nodes scraping over my g-spot and making my pussy hit brand new heights.

When it comes, the orgasm is exquisite. I clamp onto Darax, making him roar, my channel convulsing, pulsing over him, and it only serves to make him plunder me harder and faster. His great chest swells as he pounds into me.

I am being railed by a Sarkarnii, and I love it.

“I am going to breed you, my Kerra. I am going to put a sarkarnling in your belly and enjoy mating you as you grow,” Darax growls, causing even more of my juices to flow. “Then I am going to fill you with so many more.”

My climax explodes all over again, this time taking my breath, taking my rational thought, taking everything from me.

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