Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
She widened her eyes.
“First, the primal part of me wants to show you this.” He lifted the big shaft of his cock with one clawed hand, angling it toward her as if to present a relic meant for worship. “Do you like it?”
“Put that away.”
“It is very big even for my kind.”
Sol blinked. “I don’t need to see that.”
“It is yours.”
She parted her lips in shock.
“Anytime you want it, and in any form. Dragon. Or human. Just ask and I will obey.”
“I don’t know many things about this, but. . .I do know that. . .it would not fit. . .”
“You would be surprised.” He let go of his cock. It slammed to the ground, causing more treasure to scatter. Then, he lowered his body back to the coins too. “And. . .you will need to deal with two.”
“Two?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about and. . .d-do not show it to me again.”
“I cannot promise that I will follow that rule.”
“Why not?”
“Dragons cannot lie.” He came closer. With every step he took, the love blade dragged along the ground, carving shallow trenches through gold and silver like a molten sword being drawn through treasure. His breath curled around her in waves of heat. "Let me show you how I know we are mates."
“What are you going to do?”
“Show you a simple test.” Fast, his mouth opened wide.
Sol didn’t even have time to scream before fire exploded from between his fangs and targeted her.
No. No. No.
A golden inferno consumed her body. Helpless, she dropped to her knees, arms raised, expecting death. Korin’s flames wrapped around her, but no pain came.
Instead. . .she felt these tiny stings across her skin, like heated kisses. A flood of warmth that turned to aching, unbearable pleasure. Her body arched, mouth open in a silent cry.
Oh God. What is happening to me? This feels so good!!
It had to be true fire because the bear fur evaporated in a flash of ash.
Yet, her hair and skin didn’t burn.
It glowed, turning molten gold and glittering in the flames.
Her breath hitched.
It was pain, but the pain of no release.
Oh!!!
When the flames died down, Korin groaned again.
Ash drifted through the air, the last remnants of the fur she’d worn.
Sol now lay on the ground, gasping and naked. Only soot and coin lay beneath her. No more pelt. No more barrier.
Korin watched her with that heated gaze. "Now do you understand?"
Her lips trembled. "Yes. . .and. . .no."
She tried to sit up.
Couldn’t.
All she could do was remain laying on the coins, completely wrecked from his fire.
Korin took advantage of her weakened state, got right next to her, and loomed above, drinking in her nudity. “My queen is beautiful. I can’t wait to show him.”
“Show who?”
“You will see soon.”
She looked up at him. “W-why didn’t your fire burn me?”
“I told you, but you still do not understand.”
“How can a human and dragon be mates.”
“You are not human, little one. Humans are not born from eggs.”
“But, I am not a dr—” She couldn’t finish that. “I don’t know what I am.”
“Hmmm. Then, I will have to take my time to help you understand.” Towering over her, he opened his jaw wide.
She thought he was going to blast her with more of that pleasureful fire, but instead his tongue slid out.
Large.
Wet.
Velvety soft.
Panting, she quirked her brows. “W-what are you about to do?”
“Taste my mate.” That dragon tongue—wide, warm, and impossibly wet—dragged up the full length of her body.
From the delicate arch of her toes.
To the backs of her knees and then the front.
Over her trembling thighs, where he lingered just long enough to make her hips jerk and her breath catch.
Then up, up. . .between the soft press of her thighs, and the middle, the tender spot where she almost lost all control helplessly groaning and moaning in ecstasy. Then, he dragged that wet tongue over her exposed belly, her breasts, her collarbone. . .until finally, the tip of his large tongue slid across her throat, over her chin, and ended at the center of her brow like a crowned mark.
It wasn’t just a long luxurious lick.
It was a claiming.
The heat of him soaked her bare skin, but it was the texture—slick, velvet, impossibly alive—that broke her. His tongue left a gleaming path of wet heat in its wake, as if her body had been painted in liquid gold.
Her skin shivered as she moaned. “Oh. . .”
Her nipples pebbled.
A violent wave of sensation shattered her thoughts.
Her back arched without permission. A gasp burst from her lips, not from fear—but from stunned, keening desire.
I want him to do it again. Oh God. Please one more time.
She rose a little bit and then collapsed backward, landing among the gold. Some coins kissed her thighs, her breasts, her neck.
She remained there.
Devastated.
Changed.
Breathless.
Her limbs refused to move. Her fingers curled helplessly into the bear pelt’s ashes. Her thighs refused to close, parted by the echo of that wet caress. She trembled with something closer to awe than desire, but it was desire still, elemental and whole.