“Say it again,” he orders.
“Thank you!”
He slams home, deep and devastating.
Gasping, spreading my legs, hooking them over his hips. It drives my butt into the ground. Each time the thick middle of his prick slips in and out, I moan.
Grunting, he bows his spine and pulls my chest covering down, taking one tit, then the other in his mouth to suckle. I throw my head back, grabbing his horns, and finding the right leveragethere—I come.
I cry out, and Zaeyr’s rutting grows frenzied.
My core clenches wildy. His grunts turn to ragged bellows—then roars. He roars when his seed bursts and floods me. Clamping hard, I take it all, arching my hips and clinging to him for more.
My dragon gives me everything.
Hard, possessive, savage—everything.
Some time later, his thrusting stops, and I’m back to being an exhausted, weak mess beneath him. Rising, he stares down at me, licking his lips. My belly jumps and I tighten my legs around him. Somehow I’m still wanting more.
“Delicious,” he rasps.
He carries me to the ocean until the water is up to our chest. Still planted inside me, he uses one hand to wash the dirt and dried cum on my skin. I touch him everywhere I can in return. There isn’t a place he doesn’t allow my hands to go.
And when the first gulls squawk above us, he releases me, and we walk back to the shore.
“You want to go back?” I ask, curious. I like this time alone with him. Perhaps a little too much.
“It is your home, is it not? Where your family lives?” He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back. The action makes me melt. His gaze trails over my body. “Is it where you are most safe?”
“Yes.”
“Then we go back.”
Though I will miss this time with him without the others, I nod. Going back is the right thing to do.
My tribe needs me.And with Zaeyr by my side, I have everything I want. Everything they tried to take from me.
I keep reminding myself of this as we make it to the mouth of the jungle river, as I climb onto Zaeyr’s back and he swims us across at great speed. As he enters me again on the other side, mounts me against a tree, pulls my hair, and grazes his teeth over my flesh, I remind myself of this.
But I’m nervous. The elders don’t like having their power taken away.
Will they accept me as Zaeyr’s choice? Will they banish us?
Will they try to convince him there’s another who is better?
My thoughts drift to Delina—Leith—a surge of anger slices through me.Will she leave us alone?
I don’t know if I can forgive my sister for what she tried. I understand she’s been raised differently from me, but she knows better.Whether she is the chosen female or otherwise…
She knows better.I love my sister and am part of the problem with how she’s been raised. There was too much focus on me, and I had always suspected that Delina must’ve been hurt, overshadowed by the attention on me. Now that I’ve been in her sandals for a time, I can understand her more.
But even so, Delina’s always been spoiled. Chastised when she misbehaved, but never facing consequences. If my sister didn’t want to do something, no one forced her to.
While I had to brave dark dangers alone…
Shoving Delina from my mind, I study Zaeyr’s back before me. It’s toned and strong, like the rest of him.Whatever happens, I know he won’t leave me. Whatever my tribe and the elders decide, we’ll be together.
I’m not alone anymore.
