Rendan (Scifi Alien Dragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 4) (11 page)

He would apologize, but he did not feel sorry for his dick’s response to his mate’s nearness. The timing, however…

She slid her hands down his arms, along his biceps and then up his forearms before stopping when her palms overlaid his hands. Her fingers were soft and delicate, much like her body, and he wondered what such a perfect creature thought of his battle-scarred form.

Carla curled her fingers around his hands and lifted one from her cheek, turning her head as she did so. Blue eyes on his, she gently placed a kiss in the center of his palm, a tender caress that was over almost as soon as it’d begun. Then she turned and did the same to the other, moist lips glancing over his callused skin.

“Thank you,” she whispered the two words against his palm, warm breath bathing him in her scent.

“Why? I have done nothing but what any worthy male would do for his mate. It is my joy to—“

She shook her head, denying his words, and he realized he should have merely accepted her thanks with silence. “For listening. For holding me while I cried.” Another tear escaped and he swore he would never ask the question why again. “For just… existing.” Her grin turned rueful. “Though I should thank your parents for that one, huh?”

Rendan’s old pain did not resurface, his time with the heart masters lessening the agony until it was hardly a memory. That part of his life was nothing more than an impression, a remnant of emotional agony that simply taught him a lesson but no longer controlled his life.

“I have no
sire
or
dam
,
shaa kouva
. They went to the skies long ago.”

A tear escaped, sliding down her cheek, splashing onto his arm. “I’m sorry.”

“No reason to be sorry. It happened in the distant past. I mourn them but that pain no longer haunts me.” He leaned forward, unable to stop what happened next. He brushed a kiss across her forehead and then the bridge of her nose. Then the very tip before going farther south and caressing her mouth with his. “I have no room for pain in my soul now that you’ve overwhelmed me so completely.”

He repeated the motion, desire for his mate surging and forcing him into motion while his mind cautioned that now was not the time.

Rendan’s dragon’s heart dismissed his mind as well. Both parts of him wanted to touch and taste Carla, explore their mate until she no longer cried over her family and, instead, cried over the pleasure he gave her.

He was sure he had read that pleasure was a form of comfort… somewhere.

Their lips met again, the touch sensuous and gentle, a careful meeting that hinted at passion. Hinted, but didn’t overwhelm. He did not want to take what his mate did not offer even if his
wred
was harder than a
katoth’s
horn. His pulse thudded out a rapid rhythm, his desire for his mate’s supple body growing with each passing second.

A small shift of her hips reminded him of the plumpness of her ass, the way she fit perfectly against his body and the feel of her hardened nipples pressed into his chest. The air conditioner whirred to life and with the rush of air came a hint of her arousal. The musky, sweet scent teased his senses and that was when his cock hardened fully within his pants. He wanted her—his delicious mate—beneath him.

But not until he spoke with medical. That reminder put a damper on some of his desire, bringing his errant needs under control. Slightly.

Then Carla lapped at his lips, tongue seeking entrance, and he realized the coming hours would be a true test of his warrior’s strength. Any male could do battle, but could any male resist the temptation his mate presented.

He opened for her, remaining passive and following in her path. He did not want to push, but he craved her like no other. It was best if she directed their passion… for now.

Yet, just because she led, that did not mean he had to always follow.

He fisted her hair, tilting her head to the desired position, and then explored her tempting mouth. He lapped and tasted, suckled her tongue and nipped her lower lip. He stroked her, hands roaming, while he explored her clothed body. Beneath the fabric, hidden by the awkward human coverings, was a body he ached to worship.

Carla whimpered and moaned, pushing against him and increasing the pressure between their bodies. She countered each tempting lick and delicious flick, her hips adopting the same desire-inducing pace. He let his hands slide down her spine and rest on the top curve of her ass like once before.

Before, when he’d nearly lost his head and taken her in the middle of a public passageway. When he’d nearly claimed his mate for all to see.

When he’d nearly…

Rendan ripped his mouth from hers, unable to stop his racing thoughts and fighting to remain in control of his errant body. When his mate attempted to lean into him once more, he grasped her shoulders, holding her steady. Everything inside him rebelled at his actions. His body pulsed with the need to claim his female.

But he resisted. Barely.

“
Shaa kouva
,” he rasped, arousal and need filling his tone. “Wait. I will not be one of those males humans call dogs with horns.”

That, at least, got his mate to cease. The next time those blue eyes met his, they were no longer filled with sadness, but with laughter.

At him.

* * *

C
arla couldn’t help it
. A giggle escaped, body shaking with the laugh, and she shook her head. “Dog with horns?”

Rendan frowned. “I read of
horn dogs
. I will not be accused of being such a male. Not when…”

She sifted her fingers through his hair, the silken strands flowing over her digits. She fisted them, need making her rougher than normal. She couldn’t help it. Between their closeness and his obvious arousal, she found her body responding. She transitioned from the sadness of her mother’s death to the need to reaffirm life.

She captured
his
lips this time, delving into his mouth, savoring each snippet of his flavors. The spice taste teased her taste buds and the heat from his dragon warmed her from inside out. Her pussy clenched, aching for his touch, his cock. She wanted to be possessed by him and to possess him in return.

They were two halves of a whole—a genetic match that couldn’t be denied. Not when the Knowing flowed between them. The Knowing and ability to speak into his mind.

Once more his hands roamed her body, the thin fabric of her scrubs doing little to blunt his touch. Strong fingers massaged and kneaded her flesh, finding those places that made her moan and groan.

Yet she needed more. So much more. And the Knowing told her exactly how to get what she desired.

Carla released his hair and caressed his neck, fingers teasing his warming skin. She teased the straps of his uniform—one designating his position as offense master and the other listing his honors.

Without stopping, she changed position, moving to straddle his thighs. He gave her a half-hearted protest, but she wouldn’t be denied. And when his cock was nestled against her pussy, he stopped his protests all together.

She slipped her fingers beneath the
katoth
. Stroking the skin normally hidden by the thick straps.

“Rendan,” she whispered his name. “Let me.”

Let her recite the warrior’s prayer. Let her remove the proof of his status with the honor it deserved.

“
Shaa
…”

She leaned forward and kissed the hollow of his throat, beginning there before moving on to tease his neck. “Let me.”

He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing, but remained silent. Was that permission? No, not yet. But when he tilted his neck to the side, giving her access to his bindings, she reached for the clasp. Warrior’s prayer on her lips.

“Surzu ryu kouvai hia loaona.”

Serve the kouvai with devotion.

One latch released, the
katoth
loosening.

“Surzu ryu syh hia hanas.”

Serve the skies with honor.

The second buckle snapped open, the matching strap falling free.

“Surzu ryu Preor hia shavar.”

Serve the Preor with strength.

Carla pulled them free of his body, the
katoth
soft against her palms, and let the straps fall to the ground. She’d said the prayer, blessing her male, and now she’d enjoy what’d been unveiled.

She ran her hands over his bare chest, fingers learning the sharp planes of his abdomen and pecs, studying every inch she could reach. His cock remained hot and hard against her center, teasing her with its unmoving presence. She wanted to roll her hips, torment him like he tormented her, but she resisted. Barely.

She wasn’t ready for her exploration to end.

She stretched her arms, wrapping them around his shoulders and reaching as far as she could. She wasn’t searching for more skin to caress. No, she was searching for his wings.

Before he realized what she was up to, she pressed their mouths together once more, instigating another kiss that served to stoke her arousal even further. Her fingers danced over the smooth skin on his back, continuing south until the landscape of his flesh changed. It went from silk to dry, slick flesh—his scales. Specifically, his wing base.

Rendan moaned, hips rocking and rising to press tightly against her pussy. That movement wrenched a moan from her, and she shuddered with the pleasure that shot through her.

And all she’d done was run one finger between his wings. The Knowing assured her there was even more in store if she explored his flight lines, traced the delicate bones in the webbing and gently scraped her nails along the upper joint.

All things Preor males enjoyed. All things that would make her mate lose control.

She twined her tongue with his, resting more of her weight on his lap, and then… explored.

She ran her fingers over the strong lines of his wings, digits gliding along scaled flesh and delicate bones. Rendan trembled and growled, his groans lost beneath his dragon’s sounds. Tiny pricks of pain attacked her, the skin on her hips burning with a growing ache. At the same time, long fangs nipped her lower lip, the sharp tips pricking her.

He’d adopted more than just his dragon’s sounds. It was as if that part of him wanted to be present for their lovemaking.

Yesss…
The hiss that filled her mind sounded like Rendan and yet… not.

And rather than turn her off, her desire doubled, the idea that she’d pushed him so close to the edge of control spurring her need.

Carla reached the upper joint of his wings, tracing circles on the vulnerable flesh, and that seemed to be what pushed him over the edge. The room whirled, Rendan’s hands rough and at the same time gentle as he spun and tossed her to the center of the bed. They lost contact for a split second while she bounced and then he was there, his body nestled between her spread thighs.

His hard dick once more settled against her pussy, his body rolling as he purposefully caressed her with his hardened length. He flexed again, and again, rubbing his shaft along her cloth-covered slit. Her body heated, her craving for him warming her blood. Her pussy ached, sheath clenching on air, silently begging to be filled with his hard cock.

Fuck, she wanted that—wanted him. Deep. Hard. Long.

Forever.

That strange voice filled her mind once more.
Yesss…

That word was followed by a pleased rumble that seemed to reach into her body and caress her very soul.

She reached for his wings once more, arms stretching, hands wide as she sought his scaled flesh. Only to have him lift and spread them, pulling them out of reach.

“Rendan,” she whined. Just as he found pleasure with her touch, she found pleasure in touching him. She wanted to kiss and explore every inch of those massive wings. But he wouldn’t let her.

“Shh…
shaa kouva
.”

The endearment sent a tiny shiver down her spine, the words resonating in her soul.

Shaa kouvi…
She projected the words at him, returning his heartfelt declaration.

Are you, Carla?

She knew what he asked, more than a small hint of hope filling his mental voice. Was she? Problems aside, how did she feel about the massive Preor male between her thighs. The male who could overwhelm her—overpower her—without breaking a sweat.

Yes, he could, but she didn’t think he ever would. It’d be a betrayal and Rendan had more honor than anyone she’d ever met.

Was he her beloved?

Yes.

That single word seemed to shatter the floodgates that’d kept him under control. Whatever hint of restraint he’d had disappeared in an instant and her world transformed into one of ripping cloth and ruined
katoth
. Soon cool air bathed her overheated body, the soft breeze caressing her wet pussy. Goosebumps rose along her arms, body reacting to the cold and desperate craving at the same time.

She stared at her mate, his body fully exposed to her. She saw all of his cinnamon skin, his thick muscles, his strong wings, and… his large cock. He was long and thick, thicker than any human man she’d ever been with. A droplet of cum decorated the tip, the liquid white and oh so tempting. Would he taste like heat and spice? Or would he be sweet and seductive?