Prince of Dragons by Cathryn Cade

to peer along the beam of light. “I count three, no—four eggs. They’re huge.”
    He grunted in assent. He couldn’t formulate a coherent response with her silken hair brushing his cheek.
    “I don’t suppose anything else would hide in there,” she said, rising to head for the dispenser of sanitizing fog on the wall by the hatchway. “Couldn’t stand it. So she must be the source of the smell we noticed. We’ve checked every other cage. I’m going back to the party.”
    Busy training the small micro-scanner on the cage, Slyde grunted. Nothing, just the kronos and the eggs. He hadn’t realized reptilian eggs were so dense. He couldn’t see the young inside.
    He looked up sharply as Sirena opened the hatchway, posing for a moment against the opening.
    “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Commander Stone. I’m sure the princesses will take very good care of you—if you let them.”
    She sauntered gracefully back to the ballroom. His fists clenched, and he felt his dragon self stir and growl. Was she daring him to go to another woman, or even women? It was all he could do not to shift and roar after her. He was aroused and enraged to the edge of his formidable control—with absolutely no outlet. How was it possible for the two of them to work so well together, yet be so at odds in this?

Chapter Twelve
    “Commander Stone?”
    He whirled at the sound of the soft voice.
    It was the cadet, Tawnee, dressed in a tiny fitted evening sheath of plum lii leaf. Her dark blonde hair curled about her head, her slanted eyes gleamed under a coating of cosmetics.
    She smiled with pretty shyness as she paused in the doorway. “I saw you leave the party, and I…I wondered if you needed help.”
    She walked toward him, her lashes fluttering as she let her gaze drop down his body. Slyde saw her soft lips part, and form a soft “o”. His cheeks reddened. She was looking directly at his erection thrusting against his snug clothing. Her forked tongue flickered out and wet her lips as she stopped before him.
    “Oh, Commander,” she crooned. “You do need my help.”
    She sank gracefully to her knees, giving him a great view down the front of her little dress. Great serpents—did she mean to…?
    Stunned, not sure what was about to happen, his usual iron will hammered to the breaking point by Sirena, Slyde stood frozen as Tawnee reached up, her clever hands unfastening his pants. His cock sprang out, so engorged it slapped his belly, the broad head swollen, even spangled with a drop of arousal. He bit back a groan as she looked at him with obvious delight. Her gaze, the very air, seemed to caress him, tease him.
    “Tawnee—” he managed. “This is not right. You should not…”
    She looked up at him and smiled, reaching around to cup his ass with her soft hands. And then she licked him into her mouth. Her hot, wet, silky mouth.
    A helpless groan rumbled from his chest at the exquisite sensation. Ah, it was nothing like his own hand slicked with gel-soap. Her touch was so delicate and yet so firm. He flinched as she raked him lightly with her teeth.
    He was so big she had to stretch her lips over him. She did so eagerly and then, to his astonishment, she took him even deeper until his cock was half buried in her mouth and throat.
    One of the reptilian adaptations that Serpentians had received was the lack of any gag reflex. Slyde had seen them win bets in bars with it, swallowing pickled gremel fruits whole, but this was the first time he had ever had a female demonstrate how pleasurable the skill could be for a lucky male.
    He groaned again, riveted by the sight as she let his now-glistening phallus slide almost all the way out and then took him in again. Sensation rocketed through his exquisitely sensitive shaft. His balls drew impossibly even tighter as she cupped them in one hand, stroking and squeezing.
    Still treating his cock to the amazing suction of her mouth, she looked up at him with knowing blue eyes and moaned