Yes.It was hard to form speech in the confused recesses of her mind. The part of her that was nothing but beast wanted to simply fight him until he fucked her. But the part that was Layla fought back, wrestling that animal mind down and forming language.Adrian, I… need you…
I need you, too.He thought back clearly, nuzzling his scaled lips over her face and fangs.But I don’t want our first time to be like this. It’s too brutal, having sex as our Dragons. Can you let go, Layla? If you breathe with my power while holding on to your human mind, I can bring us both back to our regular forms.
How…?She struggled with that thought, with the sensation of having a human body. Her beast wanted to stay in her powerful new body, even as uncoordinated as it was. Her weakness wouldn’t last. The longer she stayed in this form, the greater control she would gain, until she could fight this Desert drake.
Fight him until he fucked her – brutally.
No.Adrian spoke as if he could read her Dragon’s thoughts, as he nuzzled her lips again.Breathe, Layla. Stay in your human mind and breathe in my power. Let me bring us both back…
Layla saw a brief flicker through her mind, an image of placing her lips to Adrian’s. Of opening her jaws and letting him breathe his power down her throat, holding her down with his talons and coils as he did it. But it was a terribly vulnerable position. He could breathe fire down her throat from that position, and she couldn’t fight him. She couldn’t scratch or flail to get away. Somehow, Layla’s drakaina knew fire breathing from her own throat was safe, but if he breathed fire down her throat, it was deadly. No Dragon’s fire burned the same as another’s; no-one’s power and magic breathed quite the same way. If she drank someone else’s fire, it would burn her up from the inside out, devouring her body like high-molarity acid.
Layla blinked, the thought of chemical reactions pulling her back from her beast. Her beast didn’t understand chemical compounds or acidic reactions, only danger and instinct. Closing her eyes, Layla rested her muzzle against Adrian’s, forcing herself to stay conscious in her human mind by holding on to images of a long-ago college chemistry class.I’m ready.
Hold on. Breathe.
Adrian rested his lips against hers and Layla fought to remain calm even as her Dragon shrieked inside her. She fought to relax and not fight him, even though everything inside her roared at the danger. But this was Adrian; this was her true mate.
Her true mate wouldn’t kill her.
That thought was the only thing that calmed her drakaina. As Layla felt the idea oftrue matemake sense to her Dragon, relaxing the last bit of fighting-tension in her coils and jaws, she felt Adrian press his lips deep to hers. As he slowly opened his jaws, he forced hers gently open. Layla felt their fangs scrape together; she felt their tongues meet in a deep, sensually terrifying kiss as he opened her jaws as wide as they would go, locking his fangs upon hers.
Layla’s neck strained as Adrian curved his neck in a powerful movement, forcing her head back. Her panic rose to screaming as she was bent into a position of utter submission beneath him, and still she fought to breathe, to think of the periodic table and electron orbits as he bent her into the deepest kiss she had ever known. And then his tongue slid across hers, curling hers up in an erotic, delicious sensation – as the first wave of his cinnamon-jasmine winds breathed over her tongue and down her throat.
Breathe, Layla. Drink me in. Breathe and let go.
It was the last thing she heard before she was obliterated. As if wind and breath could carry thickness and weight, Adrian’s power suddenly roared down her throat and Layla gasped it down, feeling it spread in a thick wave through her neck and chest. She roiled beneath him as that hot wave spread through her entire body, down to every last barb and scale. Adrian orchestrated that flow, pushing it into her with every breath, heaving it deep into her lungs – commanding that it fill every part of her.
Layla flailed; too full, too hot. Her skin was going to burst with all that power coursing through her; her muscles and bones were going to snap with it. But Adrian held her, giving not an inch as he held his jaws locked upon hers, his tongue holding her from the throat all the way down her long, muscled body.
In her mind, she saw a picture. Of him and her, wrapped around each other but naked in their human forms. Of having soft hair again and smooth contours and tender flesh. Of having fingernails rather than talons and soft lips rather than scales and rasping tongues. Of having sweet parts that could join gently, rather than the barbed, heaving fury of what would happen in Dragon-form. That thought more than any other shocked Layla back into her human mind.
No way. She wassonot doing it with Adrian if his junk had barbs.
And then his power took her. Like a hot wind, it gathered her up, surging through her and tumbling her back solidly into her human form once more. Layla felt her skin split and writhe; she felt her bones crack and melt down, along with the snapping of diminishing muscles. She felt her fangs slide back into her skull and her talons do the same at her fingertips. She felt her long tail split back into legs once more and cascade down.
But none of it was as painful or terrifying as it had been the first time. In a wave of scalding heat and fullness, Layla was suddenly folded back down into her human body as her Dragon-scales raced back through her hair follicles like ants burrowing beneath desert sands. As she flowed back to human in a sweep of wind and light, Adrian did the same atop her. Twined together, they were naked on the broken bed as he pinned her to the mattress beneath his long, strong body – kissing her deep as she fell back beneath him, her entire body surrendering to his.
“Layla…” He breathed at her lips, moving his body against hers, sliding with her as deliciously as they’d done in Dragon-form.
“Adrian…” She sighed back, feeling him move, remembering all the power in his beast and feeling it still present in his human body.
“Make love to me.” He sighed at her lips, kissing her softly now, sliding his hips lower, angling them close so she could feel how hot and thick he was, pressed against her.
“Yes.” Layla breathed, sliding her hips up beneath him. “Please. I want you. I need you…”
“I need you, too. God, I want you so much…” He breathed back, nuzzling his lips over hers just like he’d done in Dragon-form. But he was already sliding down atop her, already pressing his hips in. Already forcing her legs gently apart, bracing his upper body on his elbows as he corralled her close with his hands like he’d done with his coils.
With a sigh, Layla opened to him, to his power and need. Sliding her thighs up, she trapped his hips as she eased her hands up his strong shoulders. She felt him press the tip of himself at her opening, and she was so wet already, it was only with a will that he held himself away. Setting his lips to hers, he kissed her with a sweetness Layla had never felt before. And then he pulled back, enough to watch her with his devastating aqua eyes as he tensed, firming his intent.
And sliding in deep.
Layla gasped, drinking him in, glorious as Adrian shuddered, gripping his hand behind her neck as he set his forehead to hers with a gasp. She writhed beneath him as Adrian moved his hips, riding her slowly. It wasn’t just his body he’d slid inside her with that thrust, it was his power also. As he pulled back, watching her eyes while they moved so slow and so deep, Layla saw her same glory shining in his gaze. It was more than power as they fucked each other, Layla’s magic flowing deep within her body now, coiling around his and pinning him inside her. It was more than love as he gazed into her eyes, seeing her, knowing her, understanding her. It was more than bliss radiating from their hearts and twining into a thick cord of gold that bound their passions more closely than ever before.
It was truth. True mates. Life-mates.
A sensation Layla knew to the depths of her soul.
She watched Adrian’s eyes as they made love, deep and slow and complete. She watched them change from bliss and lust into knowledge. She saw their sharing affect him just as much as it affected her, and Layla’s breath hitched as he thrust again, stronger now. His lips fell open and his eyes blazed as she cried out, unable to contain this enormous, living sensation inside of her.
