“Really?”
“Yes.”
I lick my lips. “And if I’m not?”
Kaos’s eyes flash, shifting from green to black again in an instant. “I will fill you with my seed again and again until you are,” his voice deepens.
I swallow, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. “What if I want you to fill me again anyway?”
He stiffens and sits up straighter, his hands falling to cup my hips. Moving to face him, straddling his muscled thighs, I wiggle and clamp around his thick prick, showing him how eager I am for more.
His black eyes narrow, edging his jaw and cheekbones into points, arching his brows. “Humans mate for fun?”
“They mate all the time—if they have a mate,” I add, trying to keep from smiling slyly. His fingers bite my skin. “You are a human now, and we’re bonded. In my tribe, a bonding ceremony lasts for months, and a female takes her mate every night—even encouraged to take her mate every day—to ensure a healthy match.”
A small trail of steam slips out from his parted, panting lips. His chest presses to mine. “I will not be taken. I will takeyou.” I feel his prick jerking in me. “Your touch has done enough.”
Gripping his shoulders, I bounce once on him. “Are you sure?”
His growl fills my ears.
Clamping around his girth, I rasp, “Let me please you. Like I’ve been instructed to.”
This time, he doesn’t stop me when I rise up and thrust back down. He doesn’t stop me again when I do it several more times. And with his wicked gaze boring his ferocity straight into my soul, I show him how a future matriarch takes her mate.
16
The Second Night
Nuzzling under Kaos’s arm,we’ve long since exhausted ourselves. Evening has come, and we still haven’t moved.
His chest pushes and recedes against my back where we lie by the basin; he’s sleeping deeply. I don’t know if he slept at all the night before or how taxing the transformation was for him. With my hand curled around my makeshift spear in front of me, pleasure is all there is, knowing I can do this for him and that I can protect him also.
Darkness is soon to fall. I glance now and then to the sky visible between the canopy—where the bluish-red sky has long since turned to a deep purple, deepening still—all the while listening for any telltale signs of predators or an approaching femdragon. We bathed our bodies and washed his seed away multiple times—after each rutting—to hide our scent.
Now it’s been hours since I’ve heard anything but Kaos’s groans, the croaking of frogs, and the trickling water. Hoping the femdragon has moved on, I take my cue from Kaos’s relaxed form, though my ears still prick with every sound.Being so high up on the slopes helps,I realize. We don’t have to worry about crocodiles here, at least.
Our second night together.It feels like we’ve known each other forever. I can’t remember what it was like not being bonded to him, not feeling this warmth and contentment, not having his body so close to mine.
I was cold. Lonely. Wishful.Before this. I’d long since given up having a mate myself, focusing on my baby brother Leith instead, ensuringhewould make a great and worthy male to another someday. Pride fills me, knowing he will be just that. And though there is still sadness lingering for Aida, having lost her hope of a mate so abruptly, I remember Kaos mentioning another dragon nearby…
Maybe Aida isn’t as lost as I thought I would be.If I know her at all, she’s already seeking a dragon of her own.
Kaos’s chest bumps my back several more times, and pushing back against him further, I relish his warmth in the coming night chill.
Then my stomach growls, and he stiffens.
Suddenly, I’m on my back and he’s above me, pinning me with his eyes.
“Hunger,” I remind him.
A low noise answers me. His teeth flash. My legs spread for him in answer. My core flutters. The pain of his initial penetration has long ago vanished, soothed by his seed.
“Or a baby dragon,” he rumbles, rising up to stare at my belly. He pushes his face right up to me.
Shivering, my hand slides over my belly. “A human,” I whisper. “We will have a human, and they do not growl in the womb as far as I know. It’s only hunger…” Though saying it makes me wistful. I want more than anything for it to be a baby, even a dragon baby, something of both of us growing in my belly, making noise. “It’s just hunger.”
Rising up on my elbows, his eyes snap back to mine. “Should I seed you again?” His voice is deep and sly.
