Page 23 of The Fire Dragon's Mate
“What? It isn’t?”
He leaned in conspiratorially. “Though I’m happy to let Cighyss fuck me, I do prefer to be the one on top. When I asked about that arrangement, he let me know we couldn’t because I could get him pregnant.”
I stared at Reynard with my mouth hanging open. Cighyss could become pregnant?
“That’s how dragons have babies.” Reynard clapped me on the back and stood to walk over to Yasmina.
I stopped pretending to listen to the rest of the conversations around me as I muddled over whether I wanted to be a father someday. I’d always assumed I would have to become one, forced to create heirs with the woman my parents chose for me, but I hadn’t truly contemplated whether I wanted children.
And now, there was the possibility that I might be able tohave children with the man I was rapidly falling in love with. That idea… It made me smile.
With Cighyss away claiming Zelig, the meeting broke up and everyone began drifting away to their chambers. Despite having my own that I could go to, I stayed where I was. Cighyss would bring Zelig back down once they were finished, and I wanted Cighyss to find me right here and take me to bed with him.
I fell asleep trying to imagine what a dragon baby might look like.
When I awoke, it was to the fire burned down to embers, a cool breeze, and someone sucking my cock. Of course, I knew who—there was only one person who would—and I threaded my fingers into Cighyss’s thick locks. “You wicked beast,” I said before moaning from the attention of his split tongue.
He pulled off and came up to peck my lips. “Even in sleep, you beg for me.”
I snorted. “A moan is not begging.”
“You very clearly said my name. Cig-HYSS,” he said like a snake and rubbed his slick cock against mine.
I doubted that very much, but the arousal that flowed through me at the feel of him looming and touching took the arguments away. That I could want him after being shot by two arrows instead of being miserable in the infirmary amazed me.
“Shall we continue?” He spread my thighs, and I expected to feel the pain from my wound, but felt none. I ran a hand down my leg and couldn’t even find the spot where that arrow had pierced me.
“You’re healed,” Cighyss said. “Not even a scar.”
“Incredible.” But then I realized he must be able to see in this darkness. “Wait. You can see me clearly?”
“I can.”
I looked around, seeing a few rooms with flickering lightsstill glowing inside them. “How many others can as well?” I made to tuck the blankets back around me, but he wouldn’t get out of the way.
“None can see you. Not with the fire burned down so low.” He slid his cock across mine again, slick and hot. “Let me take my little prince right here,” he purred and kissed me deeply.
I was powerless to resist him, not after the day we’d had. I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms and feel him move inside me. I needed the heat and pressure and release that my dragon claiming me again would give me. I wanted to float away with him.
I pulled my legs back, tucking them alongside his chest in order to expose myself to him fully. He lifted free of our kiss, and I told him, “Take me, Cighyss. Make me yours again.”
The devilish dragon kissed me and played with my ass, his fingers wet from dipping into his pouch. I tried not to make too much noise, but every gentle pet inside me had my breath catching and moans pouring from my lips. And when he returned to sucking my cock while he fucked me with his fingers, I lost touch with the reality of where we were and who might notice what we were doing.
Let them know…
“Cighyss, please,” I finally begged and pulled on his hair. “I need you to fuck me.”
Though he laughed in wicked triumph, he also gave me what I wanted. His ministrations made opening for him easier this time, and I let him in like we’d been doing this for decades. I suddenly knew I wanted that, decades with my beautiful, beastly dragon. I wanted to tell him that, but all I could bring myself to say as I clutched at him was, “I need you. Ineedyou.”
“You have me, sweet prince,” he assured me as he buried his cock to the hilt inside me. “My little Declan, I’m yours.”
Sweet… Little… I grabbed his hair and pulled to make him lookat me as I slammed my hips up into him. “I’m not little, you bastard.”
He chuckled like the deviant he was and suddenly set a brutal pace, fucking me fast and hard. I went from fighting him to clinging to him as my entire body focused on the rub of his scaled stomach on my dick and the rough claiming his gave my ass. Far too quickly, I was crying out in ecstasy and trembling in his arms.
Cighyss slowed then, kissing my lips, my neck, and staring down at me. His eyes seemed to hold a faint and distant glow, like an ember deep inside him. It felt like that was the dragon, that giant and animalistic creature watching me panting and shivering beneath him as he took me until he was satisfied that I belonged to him. He snarled when he came, and I closed my eyes and flew on the high of his cum filling me up.
“Sleep now,” he rumbled in my ear, “and know that you are my everything.”
