Rushing in—swimming to the middle where he floats—I grab his arm, flip him over, and pull him to the shore. He’s incredibly heavy and my fingers can’t fully reach around his wrist, unlike any other male I’ve ever known or encountered. It’s a struggle but I get him out of the water and fully onto land.
Exhausted, I drop next to him.
Several branches fall from above and hit the water, making me jump up. Enough of the brush is gone that the comet’s red glow and last rays of sunlight fall upon us. A gruff rasp and cough startle me further.
I pivot to him and gasp.
A male unlike one I’ve ever known, one I could possibly fathom, lies next to me. A male who could only be created from the darkest of dreams and most unusual fantasies coughs up jungle water but then falls back down.Alive, I note,very much alive—and real.And thankfully asleep.
It allows me to gawk without shame. Mermen are outrageously beautiful, but they’re nothing compared to this male. Danger and strength exude from him even in rest, so much so that I feel weak and disoriented and so unmatched to his power even though I’m awake and he’s not. Bulging, lean muscles ripple down his arms and legs, his chest sculpted to terrible perfection.
His prick is hard and primed and impossibly large against his thigh. My gaze takes his shaft in with clenching fear. A wayward thought fills my mind for a quick moment, telling me to mount him and relieve his aching appendage—my body agrees hungrily, stiffening with anticipation—to sate my own need. Every midnight desperate desire comes back to me, and I reach out to grasp him and take him in hand.
I stop short when he coughs again. I palm my face with mortification.
Inhaling to calm my rapidly growing desire, I study him further. His body is a pale green, with a mixture of mossy-colored and emerald scales over his joints, much smaller than those he had when he was a dragon although still the same. Black hair, long, snake-like, and straight, falls wet around his face—down his chest—where it’s plastered to his limbs. Strange black wing-like appendages sprout out from the sides of his arms. They remind me of his large wings from before, only smaller.
He coughs again and his hands ball into fists at his sides. Small black claws are where his fingernails should be. I touch one with the tip of my finger and his hand twitches away.
Distant cracks and snaps fill my ears, and my gaze rips away from him to the other shore where it’s coming from—reminding me that nightfall looms, that the unconscious male and I are far from safe.
A yelping screech rips the air. It’s near.
I duck over the male, hoping the plants hide us.
Another dragon emerges from the broken trees, much smaller than the last. It’s different yet eerily the same. A long worm-like green head without horns sways back and forth. Its nostrils rise high from a thin snout to sniff the air. Slanted glossy black eyes survey the scene. I study it in return, as well as I can through the leaves. It looks like a giant boulder rolled through.
The new dragon hisses and fans out long wings. It lifts its head and screams.
The mating call.
The male beneath me tenses, his muscles jump, his shaft jerk against my arm. I pray that he doesn’t wake up, that he doesn’t give us away.Please stay asleep, please, please stay asleep.
The new dragon stills after the call ends. It waits. My heart thunders so loudly I’m certain it’ll hear it. I’m afraid to move for fear of giving myself away.
I won’t survive another dragon, I know it. I’m not even sure I’ll survive the first.
When I can barely take it anymore, the dragon turns and disappears back into the jungle, thrashing its long, thin tail from side-to-side. A sickeningly sweet smell lingers in the air after it’s gone.
I exhale.
Thank you, waters.
I barely have a moment to be thankful before a hand grips the back of my neck, tossing me over. Gasping out, I’m on the ground staring up into the furious dark eyes of the dragon man. A sneer twists his lips. His nails poke my flesh.
I press my hands against his hard chest.
He’s going to kill me.
9
Femdragon
“You,”he growls.
He speaks my tongue!Pushing even harder against his chest now, I try to get him off me. He doesn’t budge. “You know my words,” I gasp. The warmth from his body covers me so thickly I feel I might drown.
“You wretched human,” he says, tightening his hold on the back of my neck. “Death is too good for you.” He slams his fist into the ground beside my cheek.
