Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
A glimmer of realization hits me, and I tilt my head back, exposing my neck.
“Em-mah,” he breathes, and it’s clear he’s worked up. He snaps his teeth again, his head moving forward.
Does he…does he want to bite me?
I put a hand to my neck, and the look in his eyes turns to one of intense relief. That’s exactly what he wants. He wants to bite my neck. Oh god. I look at those long, white incisors of his. Sasha never mentioned anything like this. I don’t know what to think. “You want to kill me?”
But he only clicks his teeth at me again, then tosses his head, exposing his neck. His movements are becoming more frantic, his skin glistening with sweat. When I try to move over him and start a rhythm again, he groans and closes his eyes, averting his face. He doesn’t want me to continue. Not like that.
“I don’t understand,” I tell him, feeling a little frantic. “What am I doing wrong?” I know how sex works. I’ve seen movies, read books—hell, I’ve seen people in forts fucking in an alley when they think no one is looking. It’s not like sex is a mystery.
But I’ve never had sex with a dragon, and I don’t know what he needs. I wish I’d thought to ask Sasha more.
Zohr snaps his teeth at me again, the look in his eyes desperate. It’s like this bite is a matter of life or death, and I worry I’m going to ruin things somehow if I don’t let him do it. But I’m terrified at the thought. What if he rips my throat out?
This might be my only time to link our minds, though. What if I can’t get to see him again and this is the only chance we’ve got to be alone? What if I fuck this up and never get another chance?
If he kills me…well, he might just be sparing Azar the trouble. I don’t know that I’ll make it out of any of this alive anyhow.
I suck in a breath and then lean forward, toward those snapping teeth.
6
ZOHR
I am not sure if I am dreaming or awake.
The madness seems to be an unending nightmare. There is no relief from it, no joy, no thought beyond that of hate. Sometimes I get a flash of a lovely face, with light brown skin and dark, thick hair that cascades over her shoulders. Em-mah. The face has a name, but it disappears into the madness all too quickly.
Until now.
Now, Em-mah has arrived again. She appears out of the darkness, and for a moment, I know who I am. I am Zohr, one of the proud drakoni warriors. Her hands glide over my body, and her words are soft. I do not understand them, but just hearing her voice cools the fire in my mind. I chant her name, over and over again, sometimes aloud, sometimes not. She smiles and shows me blunt little teeth, but that does not cool my ardor for her.
This one will be my mate.
I try to reach for her, but my hands are weighted down. I cannot move them, nor my feet. Something heavy pulls at my neck and covers my ribs and shoulders. It is a cage of some kind, and I can feel the pricks of sharp daggers against my skin. Do not change to battle-form, my mind cautions, and I think of my wings, fragile as they are, tearing and shredding against this. I will not change. I need to be strong.
Strong for my mate. My Em-mah.
She speaks again, and then slides her hips over mine. I feel the soft heat of her cunt rubbing up against my cock, and need flares hard through me. She touches me, speaks more, and then slowly lowers herself onto me.
This…this is beyond thought.
Her cunt is tight, the clasp of it almost unendurable. The sensation is exquisite, and I am panting, desperate for her mating scent to fill the air. It is faint at first, but she speaks a bit more, touches herself, and then it blooms. I can smell her heat, her need, and she moans her pleasure as I sink deeper into her body. She rides me to mate me, instead of the other way around. I am both shocked and fascinated. A drakoni warrior mounts a female and claims her. I have never heard of a female that claims a male, but this one is claiming me.
She can have whatever she likes from me, as long as she remains with me.
Em-mah’s lovely face is fascinating to watch as she moans and moves up and down on me, setting a rhythm. I watch her with hunger, determined to learn what pleasures her. This is my mate. I want to know everything about her. It does not matter to me that she is clearly not drakoni. She is one of the others—the foul-smelling humans who huddle in dirt-hives and taste as bad as they smell.