Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Daxter ~ How To Ride A Dragon

He found his mate sitting on the floor of their closet in a mound of clothes and shoes. Frowning, he sat down with her. "We should get ready to go."

Lauren grimaced. "Can I just wear jeans and a shirt to ride your dragon?"

He nodded. "Yes, and take one of your hooody sweaters to protect you from the dust and cooler winds."

She grinned at him and reached over to snag the one with the funny mouse on the front and pull it into her lap. "What do I wear to meet your parents? And how long are we going to stay there?"

He shrugged. "Just a day or two. You can wear what you like."

Turning to face him, his mate reached out and punched his shoulder. "That is not helpful. Is it going to be formal? Will I need something fancy for dinner? You said they lived in the mountains. Is it a lot colder there? Are there places to hike to? What are you taking?" The more questions she thought of, the more her voice became strained, and the look in her eyes turned wild again.

Daxter reached over, put his hands around her waist, then lifted her into his lap. "It will be ok. You need to dress like you. We aren't going there for some fancy dinner. We are simply meeting my parents at their home. If they try to have a fancy dinner while we are there, I will refuse, and we'll leave. We won't do anything you don't feel comfortable with. You are my mate. You are from Earth. Wear what you would wear if you were meeting someone's parents on your planet."

She narrowed her eyes at him, then reached over and pulled out one of her long dresses. It was a pretty one with Earth flowers on the material. Then she grabbed the cowboy boots her cousin brought her from their home. They weren't the ones she wore when they walked through the desert to visit her sister—they were the ones she saved for dressing-up .

He nodded his approval. "There are places outside where it is difficult to walk. I will show you some of them if you bring your outside shoes."

She stuck out her foot. "I'm wearing tennis shoes on the dragon. They will be good unless we'll be in mud or slick rock. Will we?"

He shook his head. Then suggested, "Add clothes for another day or two."

She pulled over a couple of shirts and another dress. "I'm done. What are you taking?"

He reached out and grabbed a pack that could be tied to the dragon's saddle. He pushed in a pair of pants and a few shirts. He rarely wore shoes, but added some sandals for the rougher terrain. He also had a pair of what his mate called goggles to keep the wind out of her eyes. He handed them to her, then added the clothing from her pile. He nodded and said, "That's it!"

Lauren snorted, scooted off his lap, and added in another dress, the makeup she sometimes used on her face, and stuff for her hair. She also threw in their toothbrushes… all things her cousin brought from Earth.

"Okay, I'm ready to do this."

He led her into the courtyard. Had her stand beside the entrance while he moved into the middle. He knew his mate was nervous about meeting his parents. About riding his beast, about… so many things. Now that their clothing choices had been made for this trip, she seemed calmer. He decided he would surprise Lauren with a trip to see her sister and cousin on the way home. After she met his parents, she would want to share the experience with her family. No matter if things went well or not, it would help her deal with the emotions.

He thought the introductions would go well. But it didn't matter to him. She was his mate. He chose her. His grin was fierce. If they didn't accept her, he would damn well walk away from the throne.

Before he changed, he walked back and pulled her into his arms, kissing her breathless. He murmured into her hair, "You are my choice, always. I love you, my mate." He looked down at her for a moment, smiling into her eyes. She nodded at him, and he released her to walk back to the center of the courtyard.

His tattoos, as Lauren called his mate bands, moved from his arms to the center of his back. The bands were the physical connection to his beast when he was in humanoid form. Yes, their primary function was for mating, but they were there to call upon for energy, and all the things his beast could do that this more fragile humanoid body couldn't. His dragon could scent enemies from miles away, know when his mate was aroused, and know when the rains were coming before the rare deluge hit them—so he could prepare his people and his castle.

Daxter tapped into his beast, moving the markings on his arms and chest toward his back. They would form a shadow of wings before they broke through his skin. Opening himself to the secondary life force beating through his veins, he started to change.

His mind expanded as he visualized the beast within… down to the scales, the color, and size of body bits, even how long his talons and teeth were. Daxter's reformation was pure magic. Between one thought and the next, the man morphed into the dragon.

Arching his now six-foot-long neck, Daxter stretched wings that spanned almost twenty feet. He waited quietly while the small saddle was attached to his back—the straps going around his neck and through his front legs before fastening around his chest. He grunted in satisfaction when his mate watched how the saddle was secured so she could replicate the process on her own. When he changed from dragon to man, he could just step out of the straps. But she would need to fasten them once he shifted back to the dragon.

The man in Daxter controlled both beast and his humanoid body. Except… when his animal instincts took over. When Daxter fought as a man, the dragon would allow it until he felt threatened. Then the beast would burst into being and finish the fight his way.

Today, the feelings running through his dragon concerned Daxter. His blood pumped and his heart thudded. The beast was excited to have Lauren to himself for the next few hours. Come ride me, he purred.

Daxter understood the mental caress of his dragon's voice, shocked Lauren.

Daxter realized he should have warned her. In this form, the dragon could speak to her mind-to-mind.

That connection ramped up the craving he had for his mate.

Lauren

Inside her head, Daxter's voice was a deep, dark rumble that reverberated in her mind, stroking something buried within her. She closed her eyes at the erotic pull. What have I gotten myself into?

Soon it will be me that is in you. Daxter laughed in her mind. Only it wasn't really Daxter, it was his beast.

Her body shuddered at his promise.

Watching Daxter change from human to dragon amazed her. Lauren felt his transformation in the air. It was like champagne bubbles burst against her skin. It was an incredible experience. One minute he was standing on two legs, his long black hair blowing in the wind, his green eyes staring straight at her… looking very human. The next… he was all sharp teeth and talons.

He bent his knee, and she moved forward. Then stopped and stared into those big, green lizard eyes for long moments, and relaxed when they reminded her of her mate's eyes. They were just bigger than they were when he was human-sized. It wasn't difficult to climb iridescent black scales until she got to the saddle and settled into place. There weren't any reins, but the saddle had a belt that she could fasten around her waist, and there was a handle of sorts for her to hold if she got nervous.

Holding tight to that handle, her thighs pressed into the saddle and the dragon's body as he moved a few feet. She held her breath as he leapt into the air, squealing when he circled the castle. Once he took off in the direction of the mountain range where his parents lived, it took her several minutes and lots of deep breathing exercises to relax.

Finally, she could breathe normally and look around. Peering over the side caused her to hyperventilate again, so she narrowed her focus to the dragon's back. The scales were a little rough, giving her legs plenty of traction. The thick jeans she wore offered protection, which was a good thing, or the flesh on the inside of her thighs would be rubbed raw. The black mouse-keteer hoody protected her from the sun and wind.

Daxter's pronunciation of some of her Earth terms was so cute. Many of the words he didn't really understand at all. Like the mouse on her shirt. He thought it was a real animal. Well, mice were real. But the cartoon wasn't. One day soon, they'd have to watch a few movies, so he'd have a better understanding.

The longer they were in the air, the more she relaxed. She enjoyed looking at the mountains in the distance and avoided the view of the desert directly below her. That just reminded Lauren how high they were flying. Besides, she'd seen that desert up close and personal. She'd hiked across it more than once. But she'd never been to those tall, tree-covered mountains. So, the distant view kept her attention for many minutes.

Eventually, she realized Daxter's dragon was humming. She could feel the vibration of his body between her legs and through the saddle. Her eyes flew open when she quickly became aroused.

Lauren tried to push the desire away by focusing on something else. On the wind, or the silent flight. But nothing seemed to work.

Talk to me. Distract me from picturing your long legs wrapped around my body while I plunge my cock into your sweet heat. Otherwise, we'll be taking a break soon. Daxter 's voice growled in her mind.

She could feel his need and it delighted her that she wasn't the only one burning. What do you want to talk about? Her muscles quivered as the beast kept rumbling beneath her. She tried to concentrate on how the breeze ruffled her hair. The temperature was much cooler than it was on the ground. She was glad she had her jacket.

That breeze also brought the scent of Daxter's dragon. It was a musky, dark scent that reminded her of sandalwood and cedar. It was a wonderful fragrance that also worked on her libido and made it impossible for her to carry on a conversation. So she didn't try.

It wasn't long before flying on the dragon became a form of sensual torture. He didn't stop rumbling. And every movement of his wings or shift of a muscle meant having his strong body shift between her legs. Every rumble of breath through dragon lungs vibrated her core.

She wanted to land. She wanted Daxter to shift back into a man so she could let her hands and mouth roam freely over his magnificent body.

Realizing she was panting, she squelched those urges and tried to concentrate on where they were going.

The spasm of muscle beneath her destroyed that focus.

Daxter

He realized that introducing his dragon to Lauren for the first time on a trip to meet his parents—was a mistake. He should have done this earlier. Taken a short ride with no time restraints. This was the first time his dragon met its mate when the beast wasn't locked in Daxter's body. He could smell her arousal. Feel her weight on his back, and in his mind. In his natural form, the dragon was unable to think about anything but sex.

There was only one way for the dragon to have sex with its mate, and that was through the mating bonds that had moved from Daxter's body to become part of Lauren's. The bands had formed bracelets around her wrists. But they didn't have to stay there.

No, the dragon controlled the mating bands, and he had plans.

The sides of the beast shuddered as he sucked in air, heavy with Lauren's sweet scent. In the next moment, he felt his mate's surprise when the bands moved over her skin.

The dragon pushed them up her arm, sending one to her breasts and the other toward the heat between her legs. The mating bands started to vibrate and twist over her flesh, sliding through the moisture gathered at the juncture of her thighs, tugging at her nipples and clit.

With Lauren's mind linked to his dragon, he could feel every sensation as she felt it. The mating bands pulsed, vibrated, and even moved to her entrance and slipped inside her. The motion teased her inside and out. But never allowed her to climax. The pressure would ease off when one more stroke would take her over.

Daxter felt Lauren's frustration build. She was panting, mewling with need.

Her desire fed his.

Daxter whipped his head from side to side, frantically searching for a place to land where they would be safe. Secluded. The desert was just starting to give-way to the mountains, and he found the perfect shelter.

Tall rocks and trees surrounded a small stream.

Within moments, he landed. Lauren fumbled with the straps on the saddle and slid to the ground.

The mating bonds continued their throbbing torture.

Daxter didn't waste time with the shift. He took control of his beast and, between one thought and the next, stood before his mate… naked and ready for her.

Lauren

The damn mating bonds were driving her insane. She started stripping off her clothes before Daxter was human again. When the dragon melted away, she flew into his arms. "Kiss me," she demanded. Dax's mouth didn't put out the fire, it made it worse, and she moaned. "More!"

Her hands slid over his flesh, tugging him closer. "Hurry," she pleaded.

Daxter lifted her into his arms, guiding her legs around his waist. Opening her to him. He wasted no time, shifting his pelvis up while pushing her hips down. Burying his cock deep within her body in one thrust!

It felt fantastic. His thick shaft filled her perfectly. She reveled in the hard slap of their bodies, in the slam of his groin against her mound, and his almost violent possession of her.

She needed this. Wanted this. The mating bonds continued to pulse inside and out as the dragon kept her aware of his presence.

Her inner muscles clenched, spasmed. And yet it still wasn't enough. She arched against Daxter and begged, "More! Oh. God. Dax. Pleaseoh, pleaseoh, please!"

She felt the bands respond to her pleas, and the vibration increased as Daxter changed his rhythm. He set a low, steady, pounding pace. Deep, driving thrusts kept her poised on the edge of madness, and she begged again. "Harder. Faster. More!"

She felt the tempo change again. He backed her into the rock wall until he discovered a small ledge where she could lie back, and he could surge over her.

Undulating beneath him, she thrashed her head from side to side as she found footing and pushed upward, meeting him stroke for stroke. Between one second and the next… she flew.

Lauren howled and sobbed when she came. The experience shattered what she'd come to believe was physically possible between them. This was so much more.

Dax's mind was open to hers. The dragon was there… sharing the pleasure. She shuddered through another orgasm when their sensations were shared with her. She writhed in ecstasy for a long moment and then went still. Only moving to drag in a breath.

Daxter didn't move. He let her have a minute and simply held her. But she knew he was still hard inside her.

When she shifted on the rock, he stood with her still seated on his cock. He grinned down at her and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose.

"We aren't finished."

She realized he was talking about himself and the dragon. Because she sure in hell was finished.

Before she could comment, he started walking toward the small creek.

She buried her face in his neck and moaned each time his hips rolled. Maybe she wasn't done.

At the water's edge, he lifted her off his body and set her feet on the ground. They walked into the slowly moving stream. It was only about knee-deep, but it was warm. First Daxter cupped water into his hands and sluiced the sweat from her body. Then he did the same to his own, slicking water over his chest and down his arms.

The sight of water droplets gliding down Dax's body snagged her attention.

Her man was mouthwateringly sexy. A slow bead of moisture ran from his chest, down to his stomach. Calling attention to the light dusting of iridescent scales that started below his belly button, and tempted her eyes to follow the trail down to his thick cock. The shaft jutted fiercely from coarse, dark hair and his heavy ballsac hung just below. His cock bounced and expanded even more while she watched.

A dark blue vein pulsed along his length, tempting her. She licked her lips in anticipation. The knobbed head glistened with a drop of clear fluid.

Moving closer, she trailed her hand down the center of his chest. Taking her time, slowly gliding over his muscled contours, she paused to rub a finger across his nipples. Then leaned in and licked over them. She bent to trace each one of his ribs with her tongue, smiling as he sucked in his breath and held it.

Eventually, she reached the iridescent scales. She used both fingers and tongue. Rubbing and teasing for long minutes before she dropped her hands to his hard length.

Daxter

"Oh, gods and goddesses!" He sighed, overwhelmed by the sensations.

Lauren's wet, warm hands slipped over his shaft and his cock swelled even more.

She stroked, and he couldn't help but groan in ecstasy. Spreading his legs apart to give her unrestricted access to his body, he hissed when she dropped to her knees and looked up with a wicked smile. He wanted to remember that smile forever. The love and laughter in those eyes.

His legs shook, and it took everything he had to hold himself upright when Lauren slipped her lips over the head of his cock. She teased the slit and circled the tip for long moments before swallowing several inches of his shaft. Grasping the base, she ran her hand up and met her mouth as it moved down. Bringing her lips and fist together in the middle. The sensations and slow pumping rhythm overwhelmed him.

When he looked down, the sight of Lauren's dark head bobbing over his manhood was almost more than he could bear. He watched her pink and glistening lips slide up and down his straining flesh. The sight of her small tongue darting out to tease the tiny slit in his blood-engorged crown made him grit his teeth.

"Lauren!" The single word burst from his soul. He couldn't take anymore. "Enough," he growled.

Reaching down, he gently pulled his mate to her feet and kissed her hungrily. He inserted his hand between their slippery bodies to palm her breast, pinching the nipple between his thumb and finger.

Moaning, she shifted against him.

Dax guided her to the creek bank. He turned her around, so she was facing away from him. Then showed her where to place her elbows on the soft grass. He stepped up behind her. Lauren's ass was up in the air, at just the right angle. He pulled her hips toward him, using his knees to open her stance. Taking his cock in hand, he pressed forward, gliding inside her slick passage. They both moaned.

Daxter couldn't wait any longer. He plunged in and out of her clasping channel, rocking his hips. Faster and faster, he pounded into her until his release was close. Then he leaned over her back, wrapped his arm around her waist, and slid his fingers between her folds to stroke her clit. Dropping his head, he nuzzled the side of her neck with his lips and tongue. Felt her body tense in readiness for her orgasm.

He sucked her flesh into his mouth and bit down carefully. Just enough to soothe the dragon's need to claim his mate.

Beast and man rode Lauren's climax and pushed her into another. When she shattered a second time, Daxter let go of his control and pumped his cock furiously, finally allowing his body to explode.

Lauren collapsed into the grass, and he slid down to lie beside her.

They gulped in air. And then Lauren started laughing. "We're going to be late." She giggled.

Daxter slung an arm and a leg over his mate. "We're going to be very late," he agreed. His dragon was just getting started.