19. Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Maeve

T he Dragon holding me safely against its massive chest shrank. Blinking open my eyes, I found Taran’s familiar face inches from mine, the moonlight dousing him in silver and lust burning bright hot in his eyes.

Without another word, I slid my arm around his neck to pull myself up to his mouth .

Our bodies were in sync, as if we were two parts of the same creature, two beating hearts controlled by the same brain. His tongue darted out, and I felt him do a slight double-take when it met mine.

God. The two kisses we had shared had been great, and feeling his split tongue dance over my flesh torched my body, and my soul, again.

Taran shifted me in his arms, guiding my legs around his waist without letting go of my mouth, and carried me through massive open glass doors.

Gauzy curtains danced in the soft night breeze.

Am I dreaming?

The feel of his scaly skin under my cheek, and his scent—a dark sweet one, that made me think of caves, and Pagan gods, of altars and sacrifice—mixed with what I imagined moonlight to smell like and turned me on beyond anything I had ever experienced. It all tuned me in on him, aligning our beings in a dance as old as life itself.

A feverish groan rumbled in his chest when my fingers found the spiky tip of his horn, slowly trailing over the brittle surface. He pressed me closer, both of us moaning when my core collided with his groin.

God, he’s so hard for me.

“Does that feel good for you, Scales?” I murmured into the kiss, wrapping both hands tightly around his horns and stroking up towards the bases.

“You have no idea, sweetling,” he snarled, smoke curling from his nostrils. “This body is confusing.”

“Oh, I don’t know, baby. Feels pretty primal to me.” Slowly, I jerked his horns, both our breaths quickening with arousal. “I know you’re trying to be a gentleman.” I kissed one corner of his mouth. “But I’m so fucking wet for you.” Another kiss landed on his—open-mouthed, lewd . “Begging for your cock in my poor—” I couldn’t say another word.

Taran sank his hand into my hair and dragged my lips on his, the hand holding me on his hips squeezing my ass.

He carried me over to the bed and sat me down on the satin sheets.

“I love this dress on you, Maeve, but if I don’t get you naked this instant, I will die.”

Good thing Dragons aren’t dramatic at all.

Unzipping my dress, he helped me take it off over my head.

Then that massive man dropped to his feet before me, and for the first time, I saw his cock, thick and hard, pressing to his stomach. Like the rest of him, it was covered in scales, some of them minuscule like a fish’s, others larger than my thumbprint, stretched tightly over thick bumps curving up the underside. A row of blunt spikes circled his cock under the almost human-shaped head and ran all the way to his groin where they thickened into an elevated bit.

God, I bet that will feel great on my clit.

Large hands roamed up my thighs, taking hold of my knickers and pausing to get my approval. I raised my ass off the bed so he could slide them down my legs, baring me to him.

“I need to taste you, sweetling. May I? Please. I feel like I will perish if I don’t get to eat you at last.”

Fuck me! I mean literally, just fuck me, Scales.

I nodded hastily, spreading my legs wider to make more room for him .

With a low growl, Taran dragged my ass to the edge of his bed, bringing my thighs over his shoulders.

His hungry eyes feasted on me for so long, I squirmed impatiently.

Then he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss first on the inside of my left leg, then the right.

“I’ve been dying to do this. And now I’m so close and scared I’ll mess up.”

He looked up at me, his split tongue wetting the scaly lips.

“I’m not here to judge your performance, Scales. Don’t bite me and we’re all good.”

The Dragon between my thighs snorted. “What if I cannot give you any pleasure at all?” He averted his eyes and pecked the inside of my leg again.

“Taran?” I waited until he met my gaze. “We’re both adults, yeah?” He gave a tiny nod.

“If there’s anything I need you to do, I’ll tell you. It’s okay.” I reached out to cup the side of his face, brushing the bulge over his eye with my thumb.

“It’s just…I haven’t done this in a couple of years.”

“Years? Like, any of it or just eating someone out?” I spluttered, sitting up straighter and bringing my core closer to his mouth. He didn’t need to answer. “How did you survive?”

“I waited for you,” he whispered, tongue darting out to taste my skin, and a growl rumbled deep in his chest.

“You said you were going to die if you couldn’t get to eat me.”

Fuck. My voice was so freaking lewd .

“We wouldn’t want that, would we? I don’t think I’ll survive without your mouth on me, either.”

Taran gave me a half smile and leaned in the remaining inches.

“Let me save you from that terrible fate, my sweet human.”