Текст книги "The Dragon's Favorite Strays"
Автор книги: Ruby Dixon
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CHAPTER 68
DAKOTA
We kiss, and we kiss. It’s so nice to be in Murr’s arms with the realization that there’s nowhere we have to go, no one that’s going to need something. We can just luxuriate in being with each other. His mouth slants over mine, our kisses growing hungrier and more urgent the longer they go on…yet we don’t move on from this. Kissing is amazing and I’d be happy to do this for hours on end.
He pauses after a time, and we’re both panting for breath. Murr brushes his nose against mine, his eyes hooded with arousal. His hand goes to my shirt and he tugs on the fabric. “Take off?”
My first instinct is to pause, because what if someone comes in? It takes a moment to realize no one’s coming…and then it really hits me. We truly are alone.
We can both be as naked as we want.
I can touch him shamelessly all over and not have to worry that my daughter’s going to wander past.
The thought is a heady one. I reach for his wrap and give it a gentle tug. “Take off?”
Murr’s response is to kiss the heck out of me, his tongue teasing mine. I’ll take that as a yes.
I give it a quick yank and the fabric falls to the blanket at our feet. He’s gloriously naked a moment later, and I skim both of my hands down his hips, tracing over his body. He’s incredibly fit, without an ounce of fat, and all over, his skin has that strange, striated pattern that suggests scales but feels like silk under my fingers. His cock is thick, flushed with blood, and a vein traces down the thick length of him. The scaly pattern of him looks more prominent here, and when I reach down to trace one, it becomes obvious that they’re not scales as much as they are prominent ridges that ripple down his length.
Well now, how did I not notice that sooner? “Can I keep touching you, Murr?”
His eyes flutter closed and he presses his forehead to mine, cupping my face. “Murr yours,” he breathes. “All touch good.”
Perfect. That’s just what I wanted to hear. I take him in my hands, automatically testing the size of his girth. Yup, just as big as I’d thought. He’s thicker than a human man, and I’m fascinated by his size, wondering how that’s going to feel inside me, stretching things.
But first, I want to play with him.
“All touch good, you say?” I whisper, teasing him with another light kiss before I sink lower, pressing my lips to his chest.
“Very good.” His hands go to my head, burying in my hair as I kiss my way down his abdomen.
Excellent, because I plan on continuing. I sink to my knees in front of him, and then I’m face to face with his “big meat” (and I hate that I just heard Aggie’s voice in my head). He’s straining erect, desperate for my touch, and there’s a droplet of pre-cum wetting the tip.
I keep my hands on his hips, though, because I need to make sure before I get any bolder. “Can I kiss you here?”
The groan he makes is hungry and full of need. “Yes.”
I lean in and press a kiss to the side of his tip, avoiding the super-heated pre-cum just in case. I don’t want to spoil the mood just yet in case something isn’t quite what it seems. I’m supposed to be warmer now, so he won’t burn me, but what if I’m not? I carefully kiss the side of his cock again, mouthing it as I do. His skin is so gloriously warm and appealing.
Experimentally, I touch the wetness with a fingertip.
Hot, but not scalding. Perfect.
I drag my finger through the slickness and glance up at him. His face is nothing short of rapturous, his expression soft and full of wonder. “Should I stop?” I ask.
Murr’s eyes open and they widen slightly. “No.”
“Can I do more?”
In response, the hand in my hair tugs me forward. Yes, I can absolutely do more.
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CHAPTER 69
DAKOTA
There’s a wild, heady sort of power in sinking to your knees in front of a man and giving a blow job. It should be a position of vulnerability, but it depends on the man. If he looks down at you like you’re an angel come down from heaven, then you’re the one in control. It makes everything so fun.
So I decide to take my time with Murr. I want to give him an incredible experience. I want to show him how much I desire him. How much I care, even if I have a hard time letting down my guard at times. I skim my fingers over his buttocks as I press kisses to his shaft. I’m starting out slow, because I don’t know if this is normally a thing with his people. He was clueless about kissing, so I’m guessing that this might be new to him. I want him to have as much fun as I plan on having, too.
I slide one hand to his front and encircle the base of his cock. He’s a perfect handful, thick but not overwhelming, hot but not scorching, and I love the feel of him. I trail my hand lower, hefting his full sac and giving his balls a jiggle before returning to his cock, because toying with it is the most fun for me. There’s no hair on his body other than his head. It’s not all that surprising given that he seems to be covered in snakelike scales, but it’s still strange to see a naked pair of balls that aren’t nested in body hair. It makes it easier to lean in and kiss him everywhere, though. I angle his cock aside slightly so I can tongue his balls, and I’m rewarded with his sharp intake of breath.
Pulling back, I gaze up at him to see his reaction to my exploring. “Good?”
He huffs, the sound half laughter, half amazement. “Good good. Need word…big good.”
“Amazing. Incredible. Life-changing. Mind-blowing.”
“Yes,” he agrees, stroking my cheek as I press another kiss to the head of his cock. “All yes.”
I lick my palm and drag my fist up and down the base of his cock, working him slowly. He’s watching me closely, eyes avid, and I poke my tongue out, touching the tip of his cock with it.
He tastes like sweet cinnamon. I thought I’d been crazy the first time we’d touched and I’d tasted it. That I’d had residue of something else—God knows what—on my hands. But no, his cum is slightly spicy and sweet. It tingles against my tongue like a cinnamon candy.
Clearly this is so I can give him the licking he deserves. “Why do you taste so good?”
“Wife,” he manages, as if that explains everything.
Maybe so. Maybe us being bonded by his bite makes him taste amazing to me. I’ll take it. I give him another long lick. Our gazes meet, and this time, as I tongue him, I take the tip of him into my mouth.
His eyes swirl a rich, deep gold. The hand in my hair tightens, but he doesn’t shove me forward. He’s waiting to see what I do.
So I give him more. I swirl my tongue over his skin, tasting him. It’s addictive, the flavor of his skin and his cum, and I can’t stop licking him. I hold him like I would a lollipop, mouthing him with exaggerated motions. I take him deeper into my mouth as I continue, a little more each time, until the head of him teases the back of my throat.
Then, I pull back, releasing him almost fully…and then take him deep again, sucking on him as I do.
The full-body shiver Murr gives in response delights me.
Heat throbs between my thighs, and I work him with my mouth, getting even more turned on as I do. I don’t know how long I remain on my knees, lavishing his cock with my tongue and lips. He pumps slowly into my mouth, his movements speeding up as his excitement grows, and I love it. Time feels like it stands still, with nothing in the universe but his hot skin, his hard length dragging down my tongue, and the taste of cinnamon sweets in my mouth.
Murr’s breath hitches again and he starts to pull away. “Dakota—”
I chase after him, refusing to let him go. I want him to lose control, want him to release like this. “You can come for me,” I tell him between breathless licks. “We have all the time in the world tonight. We can do this as many times as we want to. Let me make you feel good.”
He gives a low hiss, and when I take him into my mouth again, his hips surge forward. He thrusts into my mouth deeper and deeper, his excitement taking over, and all I can do is hold on for the ride. I try to use my hands, but he’s so close that he’s moving too quick for me to control. A moment later, he comes, his release flooding my mouth and his growl shaking the windows in the bank office.
After years of feeling as if I’m helpless and weak, I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.
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CHAPTER 70
DAKOTA
I adore the dazzled look on Murr’s face as he catches his breath. He looks utterly blown away, and it makes me happy to the tips of my toes that I was able to do that for him. “Not bad?” I ask, keeping my voice light. Running my fingers over the corners of my mouth, I wipe away the last vestiges of his release and then lick my fingers clean.”Was that okay?”
“Amazing,” he says. “Incredible. Life-changing. Mind-blowing.”
I chuckle, noticing that he’s parroted back all the words I gave him just a short time ago. There’s an intense wave of affection floating through me, but when he gazes down at me, his eyes whirling warm and rich gold, I can practically feel how happy he is, how full of wonder and joy.
It’s probably just my imagination, though.
Glancing around the room, I notice that the blanket has gotten a bit churned up under my knees. I straighten it and then sit down, curling my legs to the side. “Should we get comfortable? Relax for a bit?”
Murr laughs. “Comfortable, yes. Murr very comfortable.”
He drops down onto the blanket across from me and reclines, stretching out. Immediately, he reaches for my hand and pulls it to his lips, pressing kisses to my fingertips. Again, I feel that intense wave of affection, like a shift in the air. It’s like being wrapped in a cozy blanket of feelings. I can’t stop smiling.
We sip some water from my canteen, and he keeps watching me with avid, whirling eyes, the color of them rich and deep, telling me that his mood is as pleasant as the kisses he lavishes on my hand. I’m still turned on, heat curling through my body and the fire stoked with every press of his mouth to my skin, but he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to continue.
Not that I’m trying to rush things, of course. I just don’t know how to move things along, and I’d really love an orgasm or three of my own. I extricate my hand from his with a small smile. “Maybe I’ll get comfortable now.”
I sit back on the blanket and undress, pulling off shoes and socks and the unsexy bits that cover my body. Under my shirt, I squirm out of my sports bra and pull it through the sleeve, and then I’m in nothing but my T-shirt. I hesitate, wondering if I should get fully undressed or wait…and I decide to wait, because if he needs more time to recover, I want him to have that.
He pulls me close, burying his face against my neck. His hands go under the shirt, stroking my bare skin. “Why clothes?”
I squirm a little at his pointed question. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to rush you and just sit here naked and waiting.”
“Naked good.” He nips lightly at the bite mark he’s left on my throat. The spot is sensitive, but in a good way, and his bite sends a shot of pure erotic heat through my system. “Dakota naked amazing, incredible, life-changing, mind-blowing—”
“Okay, okay, I get it,” I say with a laugh. I’m still not used to being vulnerable. My first thought in taking off my clothes is always “am I going to get caught off guard?” But if I am…Murr is here with me. I strip off the shirt and fling it away, sitting absolutely naked with him on the blanket. “Better?”
“Very better,” he agrees, kissing my shoulder before pulling me in closer. His mouth moves over my collarbones. “Murr kiss everywhere too.”
I know he doesn’t just mean my throat. My strangely gorgeous dragon-husband’s mouth between my thighs is a no-brainer. “Yes. Absolutely.”
His hand moves to my breast, teasing over the tip, and I let out a sigh. He teases my nipple until it’s aching, and his mouth fastens over the peak, his tongue moving over it. I hold his head to my breasts, making all kinds of obscene noises I wouldn’t normally make at home. Here, we’re free to be noisy, and I want him to know how good he’s making me feel. His big hand strokes over my other breast, the shorn claws noticeable, and then slides to my thighs. I suck in a breath, my body full of need.
Maybe we should have the birth control conversation before he goes down on me and my brain gets too fried. “Murr, let’s get the condoms.”
He sits up, a frown on his face as he digests the unfamiliar word. “Explain ‘condom’?”
I knew that was coming. I find my bag and open it, pulling out the box.
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CHAPTER 71
MURR
“It’s a condom,” Dakota explains to me, pulling out a long strip of something shiny from the box in her hands. It rustles and crinkles as she does. “Condoms prevent babies.”
I…think I am not following. Perhaps I am misunderstanding her words. Sometimes the humans make sounds that are the same but can mean different things, like the color “red,” or when they stare at a book, which is also “read.” “Explain?”
She rips off one end of the strip into a perfect square and holds it out to me. “It’s a sheath that goes over your cock, and it will prevent a baby. It catches all of your sperm and prevents it from entering me and impregnating me…just in case.”
“Just in case,” I echo, then shake my head. How does this square fit on my cock? “No understand.”
“Here, let me demonstrate.” Dakota takes the packet from me and rips open the top of it, then produces a small blue ring of…something. “This goes over your cock.”
That? That tiny thing? I snort.
“It stretches,” she says with a chuckle. Dakota pokes a finger into it and a little dome forms. “You pull it over your cock like a sleeve.”
I glance down at my now-hard-again cock, then at the impossibly small ring again.
My doubt must show on my face, because her smile grows broader. “You want me to put it on you?”
Her hands on me? I like that idea, even if it means she’s putting some strange blue “sleeve” on my cock. I nod, watching her as she leans in. She presses the circle against the head of my cock, and the blue band expands, swallowing the tip of my cock…only to immediately break apart into thin strands, my skin peeking out again.
“Shit.” Dakota pulls it off my cock, rolling it back down and tossing the now-broken band aside. “We’ll try another.”
I grunt, willing to do whatever she likes. She pulls another circle out of a crinkly square and holds it to my cock. Her fingers move over me, and I twitch, enjoying her touch. At least this part of the ritual is pleasurable. She makes another frustrated sound when this one breaks just like the last one.
The next one does, too. And the next.
When we have gone through an entire strip, Dakota crosses her arms under her breasts, drumming her fingers on her skin as she does. “I don’t know what to do.”
I pick up a shred of the blue thing. “This…important?”
Her gaze is full of frustration as she eyes me. “It is. We can’t have a baby.”
“Explain.” I would be fine with a half-human child. I like the thought of a family, establishing a nest here. But perhaps there is something I am not aware of.
Dakota sighs in frustration. She pulls her knees up and rests her elbows on them, her chin in her hands. “Because this world sucks. It’s not safe. We never know if the next meal is coming or when. I know you’ve been feeding us, but if something happens to you, we’re screwed. Even if it doesn’t… We can’t live on meat alone, because it doesn’t have the proper nutrition. We need vegetables and fresh water, and babies need a healthy mother. A mother giving birth needs a doctor. All of it is just…dangerous. Crazy dangerous. When Rabbit was little, I was terrified she was going to get hurt all the time. A scratch can be lethal. Stepping on a nail, or falling over on the debris that’s everywhere, or even a baby putting the wrong thing in their mouth. I lived in fear of what would happen to Rabbit constantly, and she was a little girl. I can’t imagine how terrifying having a baby would be. I’d never sleep again.”
Her fears are reasonable ones, but…I would be at her side. I would feed her and make sure she is safe and warm. But Dakota does not yet trust this. She has been alone for so long that she still imagines she is alone, that no one can help her out. She will need time to realize this.
Time is something we have plenty of. “Then we no have baby,” I say, taking her hand from her chin and pressing my lips to it. Her skin is soft and fragrant, and I drag my teeth lightly over the heel of her palm, loving her shivers. “No seed inside.”
“No?” Her expression turns hopeful. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”
“Murr seed…here.” I brush a finger over one bare breast. “Here.” I touch her belly. Then I reach up and kiss her mouth that still smells faintly of my release. “Here.”
“You’re amazing,” she whispers, sliding her arms around my neck.
“Dakota safe, happy…Murr happy,” I tell her. It’s as simple as that. Whatever my mate wants, this is what I want, too. We have plenty of time to figure out what the future looks like.
For now, I want to touch my mate. My wife.
With my mouth on hers, I slide my hand between her thighs. She’s slick and heated, and her legs part to welcome my touch. Dakota makes a needy sound and kisses me harder.
We need no blue circles to enjoy each other.
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CHAPTER 72
MURR
I push my sweet mate’s thighs apart, eager to explore her cunt with my fingers and my tongue. The moment her knees separate, I’m hit with a wave of her incredible scent. She is musky and rich, her perfume drenching the air around us and making my mouth water.
“Kiss now,” I tell her, tongue thick. I drag a finger through the cleft between her thighs. “Here.”
She sucks in a breath, and I can feel her tremble. “Okay.”
I touch her again, stroking my finger through her folds, and slide lower so I can admire her body. Her thighs are quivering as I glide a hand over them, pale but hard with muscle underneath her soft skin. Between her legs she has a tuft of curls that cover her cunt, a surprising difference between a drakoni and a human, but a delightful one. I like this. I find it fascinating. She has tufts under her arms, too, just as charming as the one between her legs. It amplifies her scent and makes me long to bury my face there. The skin underneath her tuft is flushed with color, the flesh here a deeper shade than her pale thighs. Wetness gleams when I slide my finger through her cleft again, and I long to taste it. I want to kiss her here like she kissed me, and make her feel just as good as I feel right now.
But I do not have to have the mind link to know that she is skittish right now, my Dakota. It’s in the rapid rise and fall of her breath, the trembling of her limbs. I stroke her leg like I would one of my cats, and gaze into her eyes. “Good?”
“Just nervous,” she admits. “I haven’t done this in a long time.”
“Want stop?”
“No, of course not.” Dakota reaches out and caresses my face lightly with her fingertips. “I’m just…in my head. That’s all. I’m enjoying this, I promise.”
Reassured, I situate myself between her thighs. I press my lips to her knee, and she quivers, but her scent grows richer. That is a good sign. I want to drown in her arousal. I want it so thick in the air that I can taste it with every breath I take. I kiss along the inside of her thigh, moving inward, taking my time so Dakota grows comfortable with my touches. Her fingers move to my mane and she sinks her hands into it, scratching at my scalp.
I kiss the inside of her thigh again and ease the other over my shoulder, so my face is in the perfect spot. “Good?” I check with her, just in case. “Or stop?”
“Good,” she reassures me, her eyes luminous. Her mouth is flushed from licking her lips, and as our gazes meet, I smell another burst of her arousal.
I kiss the top of her mound, then look up again. “Good?”
A hint of a smile curves her mouth. “Yes, good. Thank you for asking.”
A smile. We are getting somewhere. With a grin, I kiss the tuft and slide a fingertip through her wet cleft. “Good?”
This time, laughter bursts from her and she tightens her fingers in my mane. “You can keep going!”
Her chuckles have eased the last of her anxiety, and the legs that frame my head no longer tremble with uncertainty. I understand so much about my Dakota now. She has had to be fierce and capable for so long that she does not know how to let her guard down. It is up to me—with laughter and kisses—to ease her into being comfortable. I kiss her again, and then move lower, letting my tongue tease where her flesh parts.
She sucks in a breath, holding me close. “Murr…”
“Still good?”
“Still good.” Dakota is breathless now.
I glide the tip of my tongue through her folds, exploring her like this, as it seems that lip kisses will not be nearly as effective as using my tongue. This way, I get to taste her, and her taste is incredible. It’s the scent of her, but magnified a hundred times, and I could lick her for an entire afternoon and never get my fill. My cock aches, full of seed once again, but I am in no hurry.
Right between Dakota’s thighs, with my tongue on her cunt, is where I most want to be.
I love her taste. I love the soft sounds she makes when my tongue moves over her, and I kiss and sample each fold, each nook, every flushed mouthful of skin. I suck on one part, graze my teeth over another, and wait for her subtle signals. “Good?” I ask when she’s quiet for too long. “Or stop?”
She makes a ragged, needy sound and reaches between us, spreading her folds with her fingertips. “I don’t mean to be bossy, but could you kiss me…here?”
Bossy. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her to explain, but then I see the flushed nub that she’s pointed out, protruding from the apex of her cunt. She can explain later, I decide, and lower my head to taste her at this new spot.
This time, when my lips close around her, Dakota nearly jumps up from the floor. The fingers casually wound in my hair turn into a vise. “More!”
Aha.
Bossy.
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