Page 197 of Upon Buried Embers
“No. They’re showing how strong they are to be able to catch a female dragon.”
“But, whatever for?” The red one pounces on the blue one, snarling and growling as they wrestle on the ground. Others follow suit, fighting in some sort of way one-on-one.
“To mate.”
My cheeks heat as I notice a dragon mount another and I look away.
Rohan chuckles at my embarrassment.
“You’re shy with what you just witnessed, but you took me so well the other night? Made me come by your hand?”
“Rohan.” I squirm.
“You took me so well, didn’t you? You adjusted so perfectly, and tonight, you will sit upon a Dragonbond and ride him. Your little hands will be clawing at my chest in pleasure, and you’ll take what I give you, won’t you?”
My chest rises and falls as arousal swirls in my stomach. The feeling is still new to me, but I welcome it with Rohan.
“Will you take all of me again?” he rumbles in my ear, biting the tip softly and I gasp.
“I took all of you last time.”
“You did.” His voice drops with desire and a light moan falls from my lips.
“Go and put the dragon back in the tent,” he says, standing and pulling me up with him.
More cheers erupt, dragons growling and then clothes are being taken off as people lower to the ground, uncaring of an audience. Moans and whimpers erupt around us.
Rohan grabs my chin and raises my eyes to his. They’re heated, almost glowing in the darkening sky.
“Many tonight will join in the hopes of conceiving, that is the Blessing of The Glade, the welcoming of spring and new life.”
“It is?”
“Yes, but I won’t fuck you to get you pregnant tonight, Little Whisperer, however…” He dips his head, lips touching mine. “I’ll still fuck you like I want you to be.”
Forty six
Elf
I place Sparks into his little makeshift bed near the fire, making sure the stone that me and Rohan collected is in place.
Nerves run through me, but also the thrumming of excitement, the flutter in my stomach, and the wetness between my legs.
I barely recognize myself right now, but I like this version of me.
I like the want, the anticipation. These are all feelings I want to grasp and hold on to.
Looking at the tent flap, I go over to the table and take the drink there. Rohan said it’s to prevent pregnancy, and I gulp it down in one go.
I’ll still fuck you like I want you to be.
I shiver, heat pooling. I touch my forehead, my body on fire, then with one last glance at Sparks, I leave the tent, waiting for Rohan like he asked.
Moans crescendo in the distance, followed by roars and a sense of victory. The tension in the air is so thick, heady. Itmakes me clamp my thighs together to ease the ache as I wait for Rohan to appear, and it isn’t for long.
Rohan stands about twenty steps away, head tilted, arms relaxed at his side, but he’s anything but.
I can see it in his eyes, the need, the want, the craving, because I feel it too.
