Prince of Dragons (21 page)

“Now, Slyde!”

With a growl that rumbled up through him, he thrust carefully into her. It was frightening. It was wonderful. He was so hot, so huge—he was exactly what she’d been waiting for. He thrust again and again, forging into her tight channel, stretching her to the utmost, possessing her utterly.

When he was deep inside her, he let out a roar of triumph. As it echoed over the mountain tops, a tiny part of her mind hoped that perhaps all his servants were deaf—it was the middle of the day and they were on what was apparently his front doorstep, for serpent’s sake. Another part of her gloried in his possession of her—let the whole planet see him having her. She cried out in answer, a softer, feminine cry of surrender.

Then she forgot to think as he began to thrust inside her. He held her with one hand under her belly, the leathery pad of one huge finger on her clitoris, the other hand clamped on her hip. With each thrust, his armored chest rasped her back, his leathery heat slapped against her ass, and his huge phallus rasped sensitive tissues stretched to the utmost and slammed against the magical spot deep inside her.

It was glorious. She screamed with pleasure as her body convulsed around him. The wind carried her cry out across the peaks.

The Dragolin’s roar joined her cry as his seed filled her. Their orgasm seemed to go on and on, feeding off of each other. They writhed together, rocking to prolong the joy of this—their true mating.

She felt his great teeth close gently on her nape and gasped with shock. He growled softly, holding her there for a moment until she relaxed, accepting his possession, knowing he could snap her neck with one bite, but she could trust him utterly. Then he released her and laved the slight marks with his tongue. She crooned her pleasure.

Chapter Thirty-three

After a time, Slyde drew carefully out of her, cradled her high in his arms and carried her into the cave. Sirena looked around her as they passed into the warm shadows. The door closed behind them, and she saw a quiet form whisk away around a corner.

She bit back a guilty smile—there
were
servants about, then. Hmm, that was going to take some getting used to. She was used to being in close combat with minimal clothing, and certainly naked around the other female guards, but she had never had sex while others could hear and see.

“Where are we going?” she asked, stroking his jaw. It was pure Slyde, still the same broad, muscular angle, even under the armored face plate that swept up around his ears, and surrounded his jeweled eyes.

“To the baths.” He carried her into a passageway, steam billowing out. “I’ll have you there next.”

Since she could feel his seed dripping down her inner thighs, she was pleased by the thought of a hot bath
.
His arrogance was another matter. “Oh, will you indeed?”

He walked down into the hot pool rimmed with smooth rocks, carrying her with him into the depths. Even when they were immersed in the hot water, he held her in the circle of his great arms. Now he tipped up her chin, holding her eyes with his own.

Sirena’s heart skipped at the implacable fire in those jeweled eyes. This was a new side of Slyde Dragolin she had not seen. Sheer feminine trepidation warred with excitement. Perhaps she had at last found the male she could not handle.

“I will have you, sweet siren,” he growled. “You’re my mate now.”

“I’m still myself,” she hissed up at him, refusing to give in to the urge to twine herself around him in supplication.

“Yes, and you’re mine.”
He moved backward, towing her with him to an underwater ledge, and sank back on it. She found herself straddling him on her knees, the water foaming around her waist. His hot gaze dropped to her breasts, bare and glistening, her nipples tight spears of peach. “Mm, so lovely, siren.”

He stroked her nipples carefully with his claws, and then watched her as he pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting them a little. “And so sensitive. You enjoy this.”

She did. His leathery grip, so hot and powerful, sent sensation shooting from her nipples all through her, clear to her pussy, now bathed in the intense heat of the water. She moved on his massive thighs, enjoying the sensation of being astride such a dangerous creature. He palmed her breasts, squeezing and fondling them.

“I want to kiss you,” she told him, cupping his face in her hands.

“First, take me inside you. I need you again.”

She rose up on her knees and reached down to hold his cock steady as she began to sink down on him. She had to rock her hips to take him inside, and she was even more sensitized than before. He watched her face as she shivered with pleasure.

“I’m going to come so quickly this time,” she breathed. “Oh, Slyde, I love—”

Then she heard a movement behind her and froze, knowing they were clearly visible to whoever had entered the bath room.

“Just put the tray there and go,” the Dragolin said over her shoulder. He moved under her. “You were saying, siren?”

Sirena twisted in his arms and once again saw only a form whisking away through the swirling steam. A huge hover tray gleamed by the pool side, laden with a bottle of wine and other things.

Then he thrust farther up into her, and she moaned with pleasure, not caring if an entire phalanx of servants came and watched. She rose and sank onto him, loving the look of him, the feel of him. She was riding a dragon, a deadly beast, pleasuring him in his lair. She loved it.

“Tell me,” he urged. “Say the words, siren.”

“I love you,” she moaned. “Slyde! Oh, I love you.”

He growled and began to thrust harder, so that the water slapped in waves around them, splashing up out of the pool.

“Siren, you are mine. Mine!”
He came with a roar that filled the bath chamber, magnified by the low ceiling and walls, rigid under her. With a scream of delight, she came again as well.

Sirena sat for a moment, panting. Then she dragged her eyes open and looked at him.

He lay back against the smooth rocks, his eyes slitted, chest heaving with his breaths.

“Slyde?”

“I’m going to…shift,” he managed.

She slid off of his cock and his lap in one graceful twist, watching him anxiously.

The steam seemed to coalesce around him, wrapping him in a shifting curtain. It cleared, and Slyde lay there. He gave a great, shuddering sigh and opened his eyes.

“You are well?” she asked, touching his arm.

He smiled slowly, a broad slash of white teeth. Then he laughed, a deep huh-huh of sound in his broad chest. His eyes gleamed.

“I am well, siren. Very well indeed.”

She splashed water at him. “I meant does it hurt you, to change?”

He shrugged. “Yes. It burns. But that’s part of being who I am.”

She sank into the water, letting it cover her head, and then emerged, sleeking her hair back with her hands. Slyde slid into the water with her, immersing himself as well. When he came up, he reached for her, and she floated into his arms, wrapping her arms about his neck, her legs about his waist, letting him support her.

Then she kissed him, as she had been wanting to since the moment she saw him. With her lips, her tongue and her heart and soul.

It was a very long kiss. When at last their lips parted, he held her tightly, his forehead against hers.

“Say it again,” he murmured.

“I love you,” she answered, her heart swelling with tenderness.

“And I love you, siren.”

She laughed shakenly. “I believe you do. In a most uncivilized way. Such manners, Commander. Not what we on the
Orion
became accustomed to.”

He reached over her shoulder. She heard the clink of glass and the gurgle of liquid. He handed her a delicate flute of blue wine.

“Your favorite wine,” he said. “Civilized enough for you, princess?”

She choked on her mouthful of wine, staring at him over the glass. What had he just called her?

“Are you really…a prince?” she asked when she could speak.

He grinned at her, clinking his own glass against hers and settling back on the bench with her on his lap.

“I’m really a prince,” he said. “And you’ll be a princess. If you wish.”

She sipped her wine thoughtfully. “Hmm. I wondered, when Azuran bowed to you. He knew, didn’t he?” she asked, frowning at him. “Who else knew?”

He shrugged, his attention on her bare breasts. He cupped one in his free hand, and she felt his cock stir again.

“Pay attention,” she said severely.

“Navos divined the truth,” he said without looking up. “Do you know how long I waited to see these bared to me? And now I can look at them and touch them, whenever I like.”

She swallowed the last of her wine and reached over his shoulder to set her empty glass down, kissing him while she was close.

“Yes, and I can do this whenever I like,” she said, and nuzzled her face against his, kissing his ear and then moving down, nibbling a leisurely path along the powerful line of his throat, his trapezius, following the bulky muscles down to his broad shoulder and across his chest. She rubbed her breasts against him as she went and he groaned as though she were torturing him. “Because you’re mine. All mine.”

She licked his small, flat nipple, and his cock sprang up, slapping her on the belly.

“Already?” she asked, nipping him even as she took him lovingly in hand.

“Already, again, still…” he said, looking a little abashed. “Because of you.”

“Oh, Slyde.” She smiled at him tenderly. “You don’t know what a gift you give me with your honesty and passion. Never stop wanting me.”

He let out a hiss of pleasure as she rose and sank onto him. “Oh, I can promise you that, siren.”

She stilled, staring down at him. Then she started to laugh.

“What?”

She leaned forward, tipping her forehead against his. “I just thought of something. Our wager—you won. So now I must stay and make love with you exclusively.”

She sighed elaborately and tried to look resigned as she began to ride him, but mischief gleamed in her eyes. With a breathless laugh that was half groan of pleasure, he grasped her and picked her up with a great swish of the waters, swinging her around so she sat on the ledge, and he knelt between her thighs, the water lapping around his chest. With a flex of his powerful buttocks, he drove deep within her.

“Good,” he said. “I told you I would win.”

She smiled at him. “Yes, you did.”

Then they stopped talking, intent on how good it felt as he thrust harder and harder inside her.

Dressed in light robes of lii silk, they lay on cushioned chaise longue on a small balcony cut in the stone of the mountainside. Below them the mountains fell away in golden splendor. He kissed her tenderly, then gazed into her eyes for a long moment, as if he would peer into her very soul.

“It may take me time to trust this between us,” he said slowly. “I’ve wanted you so badly, for so long. I may be demanding for a time. I’ll want to know where you are, where you are going, who you are with.”

She snorted delicately. “For a time? You big beast—you’re going to be a jealous husband until we both totter on the edge of death.”

His cheeks reddened slightly, but then he shrugged. “Perhaps. For you, my crown jewel, will be the most sensual old woman ever. I’ll have to protect you from other males’ advances even then.”

She chuckled. “Perhaps, but I’ll never give in to them. And I will protect you from other females, also.”

He considered this, then lifted a brow. “You’ll let me watch you fight them off? And perhaps all of you could be naked?”

He gave a grunt of laughter as she pinched him. Capturing her hand, he raised it to his lips. His eyes laughed at her over their entwined hands.

“I used to wish you would laugh with me,” she told him. “I would see you smiling with Panthar, or Izard—but then you would scowl at me.”

“I was angry at you. You stole my heart the first moment I saw you—but you didn’t want it.”

“I think I loved you even then,” she said ruefully. “I was afraid to admit it, even to myself. Especially to myself.”

“Are you certain, siren? That you are willing to be with me alone?”

“Oh, yes. My love, I’ve been with other males. And never has one come anywhere close to comparing with you. Why would I ever again be tempted by lesser beings? Besides, you’re a prince,” she added wickedly.

“I’m a Dragolin,” he said arrogantly. “And if you ever even look at another male, I’ll remind you of that.”

“Mmm, I have such a short memory. Perhaps you should remind me now.”

“Perhaps I should.”

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