Dragon Fall: Masters of the Flame 3 (Mating Fever) by Elsa Jade Page B

urges had died out. Victim of the petralys, he’d thought with reluctant gratitude.
    Now he realized the desire had only been hidden, waiting.
    For her.
    He growled out a curse as she stroked one hand over the thatch of curls at his groin. She made a softer sound, less curse, more invocation, and his cock thickened another impossible degree, yearning toward her.
    She tilted her head to meet it, and he felt the susurration of her breath a moment before her tongue darted out to taste him.
    Even stone would’ve been hard pressed not to react to that shy caress, but he held himself utterly still as she traced the flared head. Only his thigh muscles quivered when she worked down to the pulsing veins. His knees wavered when she moaned, sending a vibration through him. Her tongue swirled around his shaft in a slick, lascivious embrace, and then he could stand no more.
    He hauled her to her feet and thrust her up against the column.
    She wrapped one leg behind his calf, her thighs spreading to release the perfume of her arousal.
    He growled low in his throat as he positioned himself at her opening.
    She flung one arm behind his neck. “What happened to never stop?”
    “It was an eternity.”
    She angled her hips and he impaled her in one slow stroke, plunging up into her hot, wet core. Her tender cry speared him in return, striking deep into his heart.
    He hadn’t meant to let her this close, not again, not when the dragon wanted her for more than a fuck. But she knew her own desires with a pure instinct and predatory intensity he could only admire. And fall before.
    Midway into each thrust, she met him early, the rhythm speeding like their matched heartbeats, swapping breaths as they reached for the same peak. But he raced to lose, ignoring the sparks that flew from his gritted teeth each time she milked his aching flesh. She threw her head back, a keening cry tearing from her lips, and he felt her inner muscles clamp around him. He slowed, holding her on the edge of release while she thrashed her head, her hair flying out to either side in a veil that turned the blazing gemstones to miniature novas.
    He pumped into her once more and seized with his own orgasm just as she flew, both arms wrapped around his neck, her pelvis grinding on his. His cock pulsed, and her eyes flew open at the tingling waves that washed over and through them.
    His breath stopped at the sensation, grown unfamiliar after so long. Though he’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t drop her, he lowered her to her feet more quickly than he’d intended.
    Only hesitantly did she unwind her leg from behind him, and her knees wavered.
    He held her up in the cradle of his deformed wing while he eased himself out of her body. He knew he was being perfunctory, but he had to see.
    See the glimmer of iridescence on his cock and smeared between her thighs.
    Ichor. Running freely in his veins.
    And elsewhere, apparently.
    His dragon, seeking to claim her.
    She followed his gaze. “Bale, are you okay? Is everything all right?”
    She had no idea…
    But how could she, when he was dumbfounded himself. “I…don’t know.”
    She clutched his shoulder. The one that was half wing. And she didn’t seem to mind his warped body or the deadly scales so close to her delicate skin. And she wasn’t even thinking of herself; she was thinking of him. “What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”
    Did he look that bad? He reached down between their bodies and touched the shining essence. Not blood or semen, even more vital. “Dragon ichor.”
    Her gaze flashed from his fingers upward, her cheeks pallid. “Oh god. Did I hurt you? Did I… I didn’t steal the last of your ichor, did I?”
    He laughed in disbelief at what had happened. “Steal it? No. You reignited it.”
    She pulled back a little to stare at him. “You made it seem like you… I thought you were in danger of…”
    “Dying? I am. Or was.” He shook his head. No pain anywhere down his spine. “There’s no way the