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  Chloe eased a hand between her thighs. The very sight of Saul made her pussy throb. He filled her with unbearable tension and yearning to be claimed.

  “God, you’re so big,” she breathed out.

  He stood above her, his hard cock in one hand. It had been stiff and fully erect long before he shed his pants. Providing no further warning, he took Chloe by the hips to turn her on her hands and knees.

  “No!” she gasped, pushing at him with her fingers. She resisted his efforts to flop her onto her belly again.

  Saul froze in place, bent above her with his fingers curved over her supple skin. He released her at once and stepped back from the bed. “Have I misunderstood? You said you wished me to claim you again, Chloe.”

  “I do, Saul, I do. More than anything. But I want to look at you.”

  His bewilderment remained. “You do not like—?”

  “No, baby, I loved it. But I want to look into your eyes when you take me. I want to make love looking at your face.” She cupped his cheek with her palm. “Have you never had sex that way?”

  His silence provided all the answer she needed. Of course not. He did what came naturally. Their sex had been primal, filled with his dominance and her willing submission. It never even occurred to him to make love to her face to face.

  “Let me please you,” she whispered. “I want to show you how much I care.”

  Wariness flickered across his stony features but Saul didn’t oppose her. He remained perfectly still as Chloe slid her palms down his body, exploring the contoured planes of his shoulders and the corded muscles of his arms. Everything about him radiated strength.

  “Lie down for me,” she requested breathlessly. Saul complied without hesitation and drew her down with him to the silk sheets. Chloe smiled and disentangled herself from his arms, rising up to lean over him.

  “You’re magnificent.” Chloe placed tender kisses against his chest, working her way down. His erection stood tall, but when she reached it, she knew without a doubt that she’d never fit the entire thing in her mouth. She took ahold of him at the base of his cock instead and treated him to a tantalizing lick. Once he was driven to groaning out in pleasure, she teased the silken crown with tongue flicks against the tiny slit. Saul’s groan was the best reward.

  She wanted to give him a new experience. No. She needed to give it to him. Had to make amends for the hurt she’d caused him.

  “Chloe,” he growled. Saul’s fingers fisted in the ruby sheets.

  Encouraged, she flattened her tongue against the veiny underside of his erection and delivered a second slow pass. Her lips closed around the smooth pink head, taking him into her mouth. Saul’s groan urged her to try and bring him in deeper.

  “You are an enchantress, Chloe. A succubus or a siren.”

  I can live with that, she thought. She swirled her tongue around his corona, enjoying him as much as an ice cream cone. The way his body trembled, completely at her mercy, turned her on and filled her with confidence.

  My dragon, she thought. My Saul.

  She wanted to lay her claim as thoroughly as he had on her.

  Her mouth came off of him with a wet pop but her hands never ceased their rhythmic pumps. Chloe ducked her head down further and gifted his baby-soft balls the same treatment, licking and suckling the sensitive bits of Saul’s anatomy.

  His pulse became a pounding presence beneath her hand.

  “You’re mine,” she whispered. Then she dove forward again and plunged him into her mouth. She forced her lips to uncomfortably stretch, using them to shield his sensitive skin from the edge of her teeth. What little of him she could take in, she fucked hard and fast while using her hands in alternating strokes.

  She reduced her strong, proud dragon to incoherent moans.

  Just in time, Chloe placed her lips against his tender crown to catch the first burst of his seed. The sticky mouthful slid over her tongue, a perfect balanced blend of smoke and sweet. Like everything else about him, it was unique.

  Dragon come. I’ve tasted dragon come, she thought. The ridiculous idea surfaced in her mind and sent her into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

  Saul had become so still, and so very quiet, that for a moment she feared she’d killed him. His sudden breath and strained query assured her that wasn’t the case. “What amuses you so deeply?”

  “Your taste,” Chloe replied. Her fingertips skimmed his flat abdomen and the fair treasure trail leading to his cock.

  “It is to your liking?”

  “Well… yeah. You taste much better than any human man, that’s for sure.” And she couldn’t be the only woman to taste him and determine that he was absolutely divine in every way. Unless… The answer struck her with crystal clarity. “Has no one ever given you a blowjob?” she asked incredulously.

  Saul laughed weakly and declined to answer. She had grown accustomed to it, gradually coming to understand that he chose silence over revealing his embarrassments. He was a proud man. A noble dragon she longed to satisfy.

  That’s it. He’s a blowjob virgin, she determined. “Did you… even know what blowjobs are?” Saul wasn’t a small man by any means, and the term ‘baby’s arm holding an apple’ seemed to have been created specifically with him in mind. Understandably, some women had to be put off by his impressive girth.

  “I am familiar with the term,” Saul answered dryly.

  Chloe giggled even more at his tone. “So was that your first?”

  “Yes.” He shook his head. “I am familiar with the term fellatio, however, I find the alternate choice of name to be ridiculous. There was no blowing involved.”

  “You’re a little too big for a proper one.” She peeked down at his half-hard cock. Heat rose in the apples of her cheeks and pinkened her skin in a flush. “Improvising was necessary.”

  “You appeared to have no issues. I…” He paused and drew in a deep breath, moving a hand from the bed to smooth her hair from her face. “I did not know such a thing was so enjoyable. But you pleased only me, not yourself.”

  She kissed her way back up his body, taking her sweet time. This was her chance to become fully acquainted with him, an opportunity lost to her during their single night alone in the cavern. Shamelessly, she delivered a nibble at his hip followed by a dip of her tongue around his navel. As he responded favorably to her teases, she crawled along his body to skate her teeth over each of his flat nipples. By the time she reached his neck and straddled him, her lover’s cock throbbed anew.

  “This is not how it is done.” Saul’s hand settled against her waist.

  “Maybe not for dragons but I promise you, humans find this quite enjoyable. You will too.”

  Chloe controlled her descent over his rock hard arousal. Or so she thought. With one hand on his chest for her balance, and the other gripping his cock, she dragged the smooth tip over her dewy pussy lips. Last night’s waxing hadn’t hurt as much as expected, and had been worth every penny.

  Thanks to Marcy’s impromptu kidnapping shortly after confirming her flight to California, Chloe had been subjected to female, ritualistic tortures. A professional with a soft voice and gentle hands had shaped the blonde curls at the apex of Chloe’s thighs into a perfect, narrow and closely trimmed runway strip. Her bald snatch was sensitive to the slightest touch.

  Dragging his dick over her slick folds eventually introduced him to her clit. As she groaned, Chloe positioned his tip against the hot entrance to her pussy. Saul promptly thrust his hips upwards and pulled her down, impaling her upon his erection. Her dreams over the past few weeks barely compared to the reality.

  “Now who’s being a naughty dragon?” she chastised, smiling down at him.

  Saul groaned something unint
elligible at first. It sounded like another language. “Naughty?” he echoed up to her. His bright eyes shined in the dimly lit room. Adjacent to the bed, a small nightstand held a single glass lamp with elaborately painted panels. Its soft glow cast warm light over his features.

  God, he’s glorious. From his smile to the shy way he caressed her hips and thighs, Chloe found every facet of the man beneath her indescribably attractive. His innocence to human sexuality made her question his origins and the life he had lived until now.

  “Here…” She drew his hands up to her breasts, rolling her hips in slow and sinuous movements. “I love feeling my breasts in your hands.”

  “Perfect as plums,” he murmured, squeezing. “I prefer them to the bouncing monstrosities decadently displayed in my studio.”

  The visual his words produced made Chloe giggle. She lifted from his body and nearly lost him from her tight grasp. Sinking down again resulted in the sweet harmony of their mutual groans.

  “I want them in your mouth, Saul.”

  Saul sat up in one smooth motion. Her pink nipples budded tightly beneath his attentive fingers, but she craved the heat of his mouth.

  “That would please you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “That would please me very much.”

  Her body clenched around him, stimulated by the playful nip and suckle of his lips to her sensitive flesh. His mouth drew away from her nipple with a pop and the hands squeezing her ass grinded her down harder atop his cock.

  “It pleases me too,” Saul decided. He tested his theory with the other breast, and seemed to delight when the taut muscle surrounding his cock responded in turn, delivering a delicious contraction around his swollen arousal. He alternated longer strokes with shallow grinds, plunging in and out of her with force one moment and tenderly churning within her the next.

  The only constant, was that everything made her coo and moan just the same. Nothing that Saul did could displease her, especially when his lips tended to wrap around her nipple and dedicate sweet attention. Her breasts definitely pleased him.

  “Are humans always this slow?” he murmured against her tit. His tongue flicked out and dragged over the taut peak at the tip. She shuddered.

  “Sometimes. Do you want faster? I… I can do faster.”

  “I want whatever will please us both. I want to hear your cries again, Chloe. I wish to fill you with my seed and make you my own. Slow or fast makes no difference.”

  She trembled. The tempo of her hips quickened to match the racing pulse his words inspired, guided by the strong hand on her ass. Saul kept her close, ensuring their bodies remained joined.

  “You are mine now, Chloe. No more running away.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and drew her head back to expose her throat. His nose skimmed her neck, sliding down the slender column and inhaling her scent. Every tickle of his warm breath tensed her belly. “Tell me you wish it. Tell me you accept it.”

  “I’m yours, Saul. I was from the start.”

  Pain radiated outward from her shoulder beneath his bite, overshadowed by the ecstasy that followed. Chloe lost all control. Her body was aflame; every nerve exploded with heat. She grinded her pelvis to his with anxious need and dug her nails into his muscled back. In this position, her clit received an abundance of stimulation.

  Euphoric cries escaped them in unison, her name growled from his lips, and his name cried from hers. He slipped in and out, slapping their bodies together all the while, clapping skin to wet skin as she came and he spurted a messy release. His semen filled her insides with molten warmth that seemed to initiate another series of contractions.

  Saul held her. If he hadn’t, she might have collapsed. She was there, and she wasn’t, swept away in a tidal wave of emotions and unrivaled pleasure. Physical bliss rocketed through her core in orgasmic spasms that reduced her to jelly in his arms.

  No human man had ever reduced her to such a quivering state of ecstasy.

  Chloe opened her eyes and realized the moon had changed position in the sky again. It was no longer directly above the glass panel over their head. Time had passed, but Saul lacked a clock of any kind to determine how much.

  “Saul?” she rasped out. She needed a glass of water. Maybe a gallon.

  He dragged his fingers down her back. “Hm?”

  “Was I asleep?”

  “For a time.”

  Oh my god I passed out on him. The sex was that good this time, too. “I’m sorry.”

  “You have done nothing for which to apologize.”

  “You kept your human form this time…”

  Saul chuckled. “I would break this bed otherwise.”

  Chloe’s laugh turned into a dry cough. Saul shifted away then returned before she could voice a complaint. “Drink,” Saul coaxed her. He half cradled Chloe against his chest. A tall glass of water waited on the bedside table beside the small lamp. Once he offered it, she guzzled it down quickly.

  “Thanks, I needed that.”

  “Rest, Chloe. The hour is late and you are deserving of pleasant dreams. Sleep.”

  “No. I want to know about you… I want to know about dragons. Why this bite mark on my shoulder doesn’t hurt like… why doesn’t it hurt me?” Chloe curiously raised her fingers to the discoloration left by his teeth. Why hadn’t it broken the skin? “I need to know so many things about you, Saul. Don’t rush me to sleep,” she pleaded gently.

  Cold fear seized her. What if everything was a dream after all and she awakened to her boring, dull bed to discover nothing had changed? The sobering possibility shook the drowsiness from her voice.

  “Very well. What do you wish to know first?”

  “Talk to me more. Anything.” She paused and pressed lightly against the palm-sized smudge of color on her shoulder. No pain. “Maybe begin with this.”

  Saul’s warm laughter turned her into jelly. “That is the Dragon’s Brand, a mark of promise betrothing one dragon to another.”

  “So… if I wasn’t human, I’d bite you back?”

  A quiet nod provided her answer.

  “How many humans have you claimed this way?”

  A quiet sense of bashfulness surrounded him. His eyes cut away briefly, but they returned with his softly spoken answer. “Only you. I do not know why, but the compulsion overwhelmed me during our mating… You are the first human to ever bring me release at the end.”

  Renewed heat pooled at her core, initiated by his admission. No human woman had ever made him come. He’d never reached orgasm with a human until meeting her. It was an honor, a gift, and she would strive to make it happen again and again if she could.

  “No other woman?” she echoed.

  “I have lived in this world for many years. Sometimes I slumber, passing in and out of sleep from one generation to the next,” he confessed to her as they lay sprawled together in the massive bed. It was comparable to a cloud. “But no woman has ever captivated my heart or lured me as you did in the cave. I awakened two weeks prior to our meeting, after a half-decade’s rest.”

  Every answer spawned at least two more questions in her mind. Why had he been in a cave in the first place? “Why do you sleep so long?” she asked curiously, limiting her inquiries for the moment.

  “The oldest among us have traveled this world for centuries. Were we to live each day, life would become monotonous. Dull.” He ran his fingers through her hair and toyed with the sleek ends. “I know what you wish to ask. I have lived four and fifty-two years.”

  Four and fifty-two… He can’t mean that he’s four hundred and fifty-two, could he? Her startled gasp drew tension between them. Saul stilled again, a telling sign of what he expected from her: horror, fear, and maybe even a change of her mind
.

  Chloe chose her next words very carefully. “Since you must have a vivid recollection of colonial times… we will watch The Crucible one day, and you can tell me how accurate it depicts their way of life.”

  “A decent movie. As far as accuracy, they took many liberties.”

  Chloe idly stroked her foot along his calf and snuggled her face between his throat and shoulder. She breathed in the musky scent that reminded her of his dragon body. Earthy with a woodsy aroma that reminded her of the forest after a rainstorm. She shivered.

  “Are you cold?”

  “No.” She exhaled and trailed her fingers over his chest. It wasn’t as smooth as she previously believed, but the fine scattering of golden blond hairs were so fair and silky they were almost impossible to see. “Can I ask another question?”

  “You may ask anything. I keep no secrets from you.”

  “Why do your wings have feathers? Aren’t dragons supposed to be all jewel-colored scales and stuff?”

  Saul snorted. “ All true dragons are adorned with feathers. Of the scalewings, there are two breeds: our distant but inferior cousins, the wyverns, and the great wyrms who are our nemeses. Your mortal legends carry many inaccuracies.”

  She yawned into her hand. “Mm… tell me about them.”

  “Tomorrow. For now, you must sleep,” Saul encouraged her.

  He kissed her brow, tentatively brushing his lips against her skin as if the act were foreign to him. She’d noticed that in all of their time together, Saul had never kissed her once.

  “But I’m not tired,” Chloe protested. She struggled to resist the heavy, exhaustive weight anchoring her limbs to the mattress. Between his fingers sliding through her fair hair and the jet lag catching up to her, she didn’t have a chance.

  Chapter 7

  “Saul?”

  Chloe jerked up into a sitting position with the sheets pooled around her body. Her eyes opened to a decadent and lavish bedroom. Its unfamiliar walls, opulent interior, and absolute silence warred against the expectations of her own bedroom in a crowded city apartment. Saul lived away from the outskirts of Los Angeles’ concrete jungle, where the green hills rolled into glorious mountains.