Page 51 of Claimed by the Savage Dragons
He swears again.
‘Shit. I didn’t mean to— He took over. I lost control of him. I didn’t know he’d…’
He’s babbling as he stares at me. ‘Did I hurt you? Jesus…’
‘I’m okay,’ I whisper, wincing a little because my ass is smarting, and my pussy is clenching around nothing in the aftermath of my orgasm.
He puts his forehead to mine. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispers. ‘He hasn’t been able to wrestle control away from me like that since I was a youngling.’
Now that it’s over, and I’m calming down, it’s not so bad.
‘I’m okay,’ I say again, this time with more conviction. ‘I was just scared. You changed and I didn’t… I knew it was him. The dragon.’
‘Did I hurt you?’
‘A little,’ I confess. ‘But I think I…’ I cringe as he pulls back. ‘I think I liked it.’
He lets out a sigh, looking slightly relieved but not by much.
‘I’ll make sure he can never do that again,’ he promises, and I relax against him, glad but also, confusingly, a little disappointed.
What’s happened to me?
‘Why do I feel like this?’ I ask in a small voice.
His arms wrap around me, and he holds me close.
‘I don’t know.’
My mind is reeling even as I berate my dragon for what he did. The fucker isn’t the least bit sorry.
You could have hurt her! What if she hadn’t wanted it? What if you’d raped her? We only play the monster. We aren’t really supposed to be one!
I can’t remember ever being this angry with him.
He snorts.Our human loves our touch. She made pleasurable noises even when I punished her. She’s strong and craves our coupling. She was pleasured well. Screamed her release as I took her.
I feel his pride.
Just as a good, strong mate should.
The words he uses should shock me, but it doesn’t because, the truth is, I had a suspicion the moment I saw her. I didn’t want to believe it at first, but the markers are there. I think she’s gorgeous. I want to fuck her every waking moment, and so does he. I want to talk with her and be in her company. I want to listen to her thoughts… And I can if I focus. I can fucking feel things, hear things from her that she hasn’t said.
The dragon is nodding sagely.As it should be. She is ours.
What about Tor?
I feel his joy that our friend is more himself.
Because of her, he says.Our friend will no longer wish to end his existence now.
I look at the human in my arms, reaching out with feelers to see what I can pick up from her.
She’s upset. Hurting. But, also, rapidly becoming content in my arms.
You see?He says smugly.She does not ail even after we corrected her for putting herself at risk.
No more punishments, I tell him silently, but he ignores me.
