Page 55 of Anaki

Anaki was bare-chested, and around his waist was the equivalent of a male sarong. It was navy blue with gold chains around his hips. My gaze fell upon the chain around his waist, the dips and curves of his Adonis belt, and his very defined abs.

I wanted to hide my stomach right away because I knew I was less than perfect, but after he said he wanted to breed me last night, it made me turn my mind around real quick.

My pussy was gonna cry.

I cleared my throat. “Are you feeding a small army?”

Sausages, eggs, bacon, fruit, biscuits, and pancakes littered the plates. I knew I wouldn’t eat that much, but I’m pretty sure I knew who might.I mean, I might eat a sausage later.

Anaki’s nostrils flared, and he looked down at my body. I was only wearing a blanket, no way to see the curves of my body, but that didn’t stop him from looking.

“Sorry to leave you in bed. I know you wanted to rest. My dragon was restless, so I thought preparing you breakfast would calm him.” His shoulder brushed by me, just to touch me, and like a helpless puppy, I followed him to the massive bed on the floor.

“We are going to eat here? Not at a table?”

He juggled the plates in his arms and set them down on trays by the corner of the bed. He did it so effortlessly. One thing I found drastically different about Anaki, and the rest of the Iron Fang that I’d had met so far, was that he was graceful. His movements were fluid, purposeful, and calculated. Not once have I seen him trip or drop anything. It made himan excellent dancer and bartender.

Once Anaki was finished arranging the food, he reached up, waiting to grab my hand.

“Come on, mama, let's get you fed. I wore you out last night.” The corners of his lips twitched, and I groaned when I finally took his hand to sit down beside him. Instead of sitting down on the mattress, he pulled me into his lap, and I squeaked when he nestled my backside right near his already hard dicks.

“Do those things ever go down?” I asked.

“Not since finding you. Now hush and let me feed you.”

I rubbed my forehead with my hand. “Why do you need to feed me? I can do it myself.” I tried to take the fork away from him, but he wouldn’t let me. “Nuh, huh. I do it. My dragon demands it. It shows that we can provide for our female.”

My nipples hardened when his other arm wrapped around my waist. Why did this primitive talk sound so hot? “E-excuse me?”

“Listen, love. Now that you are understanding how serious I am about us,” —he waved the fork with the half-cut strawberry between us— “you are going to have to let me take care of you. My dragon is an animal, with courting rituals, he has to do certain things to keep his claws in you, just like if you were another dragon shifter.”

My mouth dropped. “What?”

He took his hand and pressed my mouth closed. “Love, there is a lot to explain.”

Anaki

I didn’t know where to begin with Elena. I wanted to do everything with her. She was my soulkin, she was my heart, my light out of the darkness.

While I still had nightmares of my past, they weren’t so bad when I woke because she was there in the dim light of the overhead lanterns. When I wrapped my arm around her, my body stirred with desire, and I had to take her then and there.

She didn’t seem to mind when I spread her thighs and woke her with pleasure. I didn’t know what I had been missing all those years. I had taken myself in hand many times before I had lost my first mate, but having it sheathed in Elena was… fucking earth-shattering.

Even with the romps of pleasure through the night, I was still stuck in memories of my past. I don’t know if the brothers of the club experience the same; we don’t talk about our dreams, but mine used to be so vivid, full of the rejection, and felt like it was just yesterday. Even if it has been close to a hundred years.

His tanned skin, bright, white hair, and blue eyes made him different, a rare gem that every dragon wanted to behold. I thought I was so lucky to have found him and that he was mine. I used to think he was stunningly beautiful. And his dragon? Magnificent!

After seeing Elena, and her being in my arms, he was just a faded gem now. A pebble not worth having in the hoard. The nightmares I still had weren’t of him rejecting me, but what I had done after, where I still held my guilt.

When I was close to Elena, I could fall back to sleep, when normally I could not. When I was inside her, she granted me the euphoria that I had always craved. To be near my soulkin, to be wanted, cared for. I craved touch, and having been denied for so long, I just wanted to soak myself in her, bathe in her scent and arousal, so that I would always have it with me.

I wasn’t blind. I knew I’d taken things too far when she waved her hand and said she was too tired. My dragon was annoyed and prodded me to at least sheath myself inside her while she slept, to be connected to her.

He would be a problem. He felt the same pain I felt when we losthim,and he didn’t want to experience it again.

Elena wasn’t likehimat all. Elena was kind and thoughtful. She taught us things we didn’t know and was understanding about it. She gave us praise and let us touch her. So far, she hadn’t said I was annoying or too touchy.

However, Elena was human. She didn’t understand my dragon’s needs and my culture, like the small things, such as feeding her.

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