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Kadence moaned, her lashes fluttering open, revealing sparkling violet depths. A slight
curve lifted the corner of her mouth, but as she continued to blink, her eyes narrowed and the smile evaporated.
“Hey, you’re on my lap.” Lok raised a brow, chuckling.
She shifted around, facing away from him and pressing her lush ass into his groin.
His cock twitched, hardening the more she squirmed. “Will you stop that?”
At his sharp reprimand, she gasped, then her pulse raced as she likely felt the pressure of his thickness against her bottom.
Yeah. That.
Her fault. She stilled in his lap, as though unsure how to get off him without awakening his lust further.
Too late. He snared his fingers in her hair and angled her head to seize her mouth. One small taste and he’d release her.
She moaned, rocking, her ass rubbing against his rigid hard-on.
Maybe two.
The chain clinked; her hands clutched the arms of the chair.
She did, undulating her hips in an erotic rhythm that threatened to make him come.
“Argh, Kadence,” he growled against her lips, his hand snaking around her and tucking under her skirt to peel aside the lace blocking him from her sweet sex. Slick honey met his fingers as he inched them closer to her core, circling before thrusting two in deep.
She cried out, gasping and squeezing his fingers hard. He matched her pace, pumping into her while she rode his hand, sliding in two more fingers to stretch against that tight heat. His cock throbbed and pressure built in his ballocks, threatening to explode if he didn’t get to sample where his hand was.
Bloody hell, he wanted to. Longed to sink into her wet warmth and pour himself into her.
Dragons couldn’t impregnate humans—their reproductive systems weren’t compatible—but they sure could fuck them.
She bucked against him, her pussy gripping his fingers as though she was close to coming. But not yet.
He stilled, digging his free hand into her ass to prevent her from rocking. “You’re not going to come for me yet, little one. Not until I tell you to.”
“No, please,” she whimpered. Small spasms constricted around his fingers, growing stronger. She was so damn close, a few more strokes would push her over the edge.
Hell, not like this. He wanted to watch her when she did.
He slipped his hand out from her sex, smirking at her pouting mewl, and drew his fingers to his mouth, dipping them inside.
Fuck. His eyes shuttered as her honey exploded across his tongue. She tasted of purity. Raw, untapped power. Like mining for a gemstone deep in the earth’s core. A precious jewel, untainted and unexposed.
Seizing her hips, he twisted her around to face him, coaxing her to straddle him. This time, he studied her face while his fingers delved under her skirt, skimming against her swollen nub.
Her breath hitched, and she drew her bottom lip between her white teeth. “Yes, please.”
He could get used to her panting pleas. To having her beg him for release. He circled his thumb across her bud, easing his fingers inside her clenching sheath.
She clamped down on his hand, rocking against his hips. Bracing one hand on his shoulder, she dipped the other between them and snapped open his jeans to grip his rigid erection. Her warm fingers pumped along his length while she rode his hand.
She was fucking beautiful. A siren who knew exactly what she wanted and begged him to give it to her.
Hard.
Her plump breasts bounced as she undulated; he tore open the front of her dress and freed them. The rosy peaks pebbled, tight little nipples that demanded attention too.
He slid his free hand along her back, drawing her close enough to flick his tongue across her breast, making her pearly skin glisten. As she spasmed around him, he growled and jerked his hips upward, grunting while hot spurts shot from his cock. He groaned, his release magnifying with each of her airy cries. Dragons didn’t orgasm like humans, so his ejaculation lasted minutes instead of seconds, his cum evaporating into the air.
During an orgasm was probably the one moment where a dragon could be caught vulnerable. His vision clouded and his pulse thrummed in his ears. He tuned out the world. As the buzz dissipated, he cracked open one eye.
Kadence stared at him, lips parted and eyes round.
Oh, yeah. Humans didn’t do that.
His hips finally stopped jerking, his arousal easing into satiation. Smirking, he leaned forward and stroked his thumb across her cheek. “Well, what did you expect?”
She swallowed hard at his jest. “What are you?” Her question was airy, her muscles tense, but he didn’t scent the rancid stench of fear on her.
Any answer he’d like to give her, he couldn’t, so he kept his mouth shut.
“You’re not human, so what are you?”
He remained silent.
Her fine brows drew together.
“Does it matter? It’s not my first time with a human. If you’re concerned. I can assure you all parts match up.” A rumble vibrated his chest. Next, he’d be teaching a class.
How to Fuck a Dragon: 101.
Rachael writes stories that blend the lines between mythology, reality, and fantasy. In her worlds, you’ll encounter strong, sexy alpha males and the capable women who challenge them. And always, scorching hot romance. To find out more about Rachael Slate, visit her website at or sign up for her newsletter to learn about upcoming releases. Rachael would love to hear from you. You can email her or find her on social media.
