Page 24 of Claimed by the Savage Dragons
I suddenly wish I wasn’t naked, but I follow, swallowing hard and hoping I don’t throw up my dinner. What a waste of good meat that would be.
At the edge of the pool, he turns. ‘Sit on the side. Lay back and look at the ceiling.’
With a steading breath, I do as he says, reminding myself that it’s better that he does it. Even if he’s rough, at least I know him a little.
At least he makes me feel safe.
I roll my eyes at myself. What a crock. I sound like such a dumbass.
I lay back and look up, seeing lights in the deep, dark ceiling that twinkle like little blue stars. I focus on them as he parts my legs, opening me to his gaze.
I don’t look. I just stare up. Tears swim in my eyes and I blink them away, telling myself that it’s better this way, that I wasn’t saving it for someone special. I just didn’t want to have babies and lose them or die in the birth.
But I sort of realize in that moment that Iwassaving it for someone. Not anyone specific, but someone who actually loved me and who I loved back.
I stifle a sob.
I’m such an idiot, holding on to the dreams of a little girl.
I realize he hasn’t moved, and I chance a look at him. He’s exactly where he was, but instead of looking between my legs, his eyes are on my face.
‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper. ‘Just ignore me. I’m fine.’
He takes in a lungful of air, swearing on the outward breath.
‘Close your eyes and try to relax,’ he says gruffly.
I do it, trying to calm down. I jerk as I feel his breath against my core, my eyes snapping open to see his head between my legs. He takes in another deep breath, and I freeze, mortified that he’s smelling me.There.
I must make a noise because eyes that are a lot more predatory snap to mine and his thick arms are suddenly around my thighs, holding me in place.
I squirm with a cry, but his grip is like a vice and there’s no going anywhere for me until he lets me go. His head descends again, and he nuzzles against my nether lips, tongue flicking out to taste me, and he groans low, pushing my legs as wide as he can.
He licks me from ass to mound before finding a spot that has me whimpering and he closes his lips around it. He sucks gently, teeth scraping just enough to make it feel dangerous, and then he begins to lick me in rapid movements that force cries out from my very depths. They echo through the cavern in a cacophony of my own whimpers, moans, and cries. The pleasure that crashes over me like a wave in a storm makes my back bow, my torso lifting off the ground as I squeal for him. And then he does it, not with his cock, but with his tongue. It feels thick and long. It penetrates me deep and I scream as white hot pain slices through me like he just impaled me with a hot poker, my hands like claws scrambling for purchase on the floor beside me.
He lets me go and I turn over, skittering away from him, tears flooding my eyes. I’m weeping, crying like a pathetic child. I hate it but I can’t stop. I dash the tears from my eyes and look at him. He’s still exactly where he was, half his body still in the water.
He licks his lips, and I look away.
‘I’m sorry,’ he says. ‘I didn’t know it would hurt you like that. It’s usually...easier for the female’s first time to use the dragon tongue.’
Dragon tongue?
My eyes widen even as I sniffle, and he leaves the pool. I look away from the great mallet that’s dangling between his legs. Is he going to fuck me now? With that?
Bile rises up and I fight down the urge to vomit.
‘Would you like me to help?’
‘How?’ I whisper, trying not to sound accusatory, but knowing I failed when he flinches a little.
‘I can heal you, but I’ll need to touch.’
‘Touch?’
‘Yes. You.’ His eyes flick down my body. ‘Where it hurts.’
Is he serious? But I find myself nodding because it can’t be any worse than this.
