Page 92 of Storm of Blood and Shadow

“That’s three,” I gasp. “I’m done.”

“One more,” he counters, smiling, his brown eyes shining. “You can do it.”

I shake my head back and forth against the blanket. “I’m done, I swear.” I extend my body in a long stretch, then climb to my feet to stretch a bit more, easing the muscles that tightened while I was in that position. Warm liquid trickles down my thigh—Varex’s cum sliding out of me.

I stand there in my bare skin, with the island breeze flowing over me and whispering through my hair. I feel like a goddess—satisfied, secure, powerful, and completely at home, even though I’ve never stood on this spot before today.

Varex comes to me, and my stomach flutters when he sinks to his knees in the grass, naked and beautiful andmine. The distant light of the fires on East Fang illuminates the planes of his handsome face. He looks up at me, his brown eyes soft with love and desire.

“One more,” he says in his sweetest tones. “Please let me try.”

I run my fingers along a silky lock of his snowy hair, and then I touch his face lightly, stroking his lower lip with my thumb. “Kiss me.”

He starts to rise, and I place my hand on the top of his head, keeping him down.

By his slow grin, I can tell he understands where I want to be kissed. I hold his head as his lips tenderly touch my pussy, suckling delicately at my clit.

“Good boy,” I murmur. “Now I’m going to relax on the blanket. I’m not doing a bit of work for this, it’s all you.”

“Just the way I like it,” he says.

I lie on the blanket with my arms flung above my head and my legs apart. Varex settles down as well and begins to cherish me with his tongue.

“You taste like victory,” he murmurs against my pussy.

“I probably taste likeyou.”

“That too.” He sighs with satisfaction. “This is perfect. And there are no bugs.”

I smile, because I find it charming that the dragon who swallowed a storm is afraid of insects. “They were probably scared into hiding by the commotion and the smoke.”

“Let’s not think about it.” He kisses my thigh, then smooths his palm over my lower belly. “All I want to think about is how full your womb is with my cum, and how I can give you pleasure again.”

The smile vanishes from my face. “You know I can’t have your dragon babies, don’t you?”

Varex finishes a long, tantalizing lick up my sensitive center. “I know. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does, though. Your clan needs hatchlings.”

“Jessiva.” He rises a little so he can look me in the eyes. “You are the only thing I want, the only creature in the world I can’t live without. If dragons are meant to survive, we will—the Bone-Builder knows we’ve done everything possible to ensure it. Either way, you and I are meant to have a life together, as mates.”

He sinks down again, coaxing my clit with little licks of his tongue in between his next phrases. “I will live where you want, in whatever dwelling you want. You will dance whenever and for whomever you like. You will visit your loved ones at your leisure, borne on my back. I will make mistakes, but I swear to learn from them.” His lips close over my clit, and I arch sharply, gasping in spite of myself, prey to a sudden thrill of pleasure.

“You said… mates,” I breathe.

“Life-mates,” he says softly, with another tender lick. “If that would please you. It would give me—” another lick— “the greatest… fucking… pleasure.” More licks, and I’m writhing, reaching for his hand. He gives it to me, and I cling to it while he ravishes my pussy with his clever tongue, finally coaxing out a tiny, beautiful orgasm. It’s exquisitely satisfying, like the final pose of a perfectly executed dance.

He soothes me with his fingers, then gives my wet pussy a light pat. “Good girl. That’s four.”

“You’re going to pleasure me to death one of these nights.”

“Can humans die from orgasms?”

“Not unless they’re older, or they have some condition of the heart.”

“Condition of the heart? Like love?”

“No! Like a flaw, or a sickness.”

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