Page 3 of Drawn By Dragonblood
She escaped me still, the same way my ex-lover had done those years I’d searched for him before giving up.
But I wouldn’t lose hope with my female. Having tasted her on the breeze, being assured she walked the earth as I did, renewed my dreams from childhood that fate would one day gift me my mates. Exhaustion demanded I rest, but I would continue my search in the morning.
I crawled between my silk sheets, the glide of them over my nakedness reminding me of the softness of another body. Flesh and blood.
My throat tightened. I had been so long without companionship or a gentle touch.
She would be sweet. A kind-hearted soul I would treasure forever. I would lay the world at her feet, give in to her every whim, and she in turn would love me. Remain loyal and never leave my side. My female would only ever know my softer nature. She would never experience the darker desires my dragon often whispered in my brain. She would be my love, and I would be her protector.
Would she enjoy a sweeter coupling? Or would she prefer I thrust into her like my darkness desired—wanting to split her in half, my teeth sunk into her neck? Would she ask for more? Beg me to take her harder?
Need.
I groaned in agreement and wrapped my hand around my hard length with a steely grip. Copious amounts of pre-cum oozed from the crown, slickening my moving palm and fingers. Remembering the hazy images her addictive scent had brought to mind, I continued to stroke myself, my hips lifting to fuck my hand as I imagined her pouty lips parting on a cry of ecstasy. Even without our beta, I would strive to breed her, fill her womb with my seed regardless of the action’s futility.
Cum shot from through my aching shaft and coated my chest in thick, sticky ribbons. I groaned with every spurt, my muscles tensing until the fantasy of her sweet body milking my cock drained me dry.
More—need.
“Tomorrow, we will seek and claim,” I promised him in a near silent whisper.
My dragon purred his approval.
Chapter 2
Elijah
For two days, I studied the mountains from the sky and on foot but hadn’t located the one I sought. Had fate played an evil trick on me and I imagined our female on the breeze? Was she no more than a figment of my imagination born of heartache and loneliness?
A lazy trail of smoke snaked into the sky, pulling my gaze a couple of miles northeast of my veranda. The setting sun caressed my left cheek as I blinked, bringing into focus the smoke’s origin. Two people sat beside the small fire in the far distance, but from the mile or so separating us, I couldn’t tell their sexes.
The breeze shifted the trees around me, their rustling leaves hiding my cliffside home from view. I breathed deeply.
A blast of cooler evening air hit my face. Hints of the ancient blood ran in her veins, calling to me, and my pulse thrummed lava-like heat through my body.
Her.
“Our golden goddess,” I agreed with a needy growl.
Mine.
I wanted to shift, shredding my jeans and long-sleeve T-shirt, and roar my savage declaration, but she was close enough to hear that I refrained for fear of scaring my precious gem away. Allowing my instincts to control us would be a mistake. I couldn’t cause conflict for the female fate intended for me to protect at all costs.
I strode into my house, grabbed a pullover sweatshirt, a small pack, and a couple of water bottles. One of the two hikers out there belonged to me, and I would claim her by night’s end as I’d promised my dragon.
My strides ate up the land, the rock and moss beneath my feet a blur as I hastened toward my destiny. Mind racing, my thoughts focused on the mostly-human woman I would soon see. Hints of fall cooled the air but it remained warm enough that being outdoors as the sun set wasn’t bothersome. Not that I would have been uncomfortable either way. The dragonblood pumping through my arteries had been born of the earth’s core and couldn’t be cooled until death claimed my spirit and I soared through the cosmos with the others of my kind.
Less than an hour later, the breeze still at my back, I approached another outcropping perhaps two hundred yards from where I had seen the campfire. I pulled up short as the flickering flames came into view. Its smoke trailed away from me, not allowing my nose a hint of its scent or another tease of my female.
Two blond tousled heads peeked from beneath a double sleeping bag beside the ringless firepit—two writhing bodies in the throes of passion if their movements and moans didn’t lie.
Rage roared through me, leaving my animalistic beast incapable of words.
I clenched my teeth, hands fisted at my sides, fighting off the push to shift and take what the human male had no right to touch.
Their erotic dance of two souls already connected held me rapt, arousal lighting a fire within me regardless of my burning jealousy. The female cried out her release, and the male followed with a groan so sensual and fulfilled that my heart stumbled in its beating. Blood rushed into my shaft with a swiftness that left me lightheaded. I palmed my swollen length through my jeans, squeezing away the need to spill my seed inside her. Claim and mark her.
My mate loved another, and he in turn worshiped that which he didn’t own.
