Dragon Lords Books 1 - 4 Box Set: Anniversary Edition (24 page)

“
R
igan
?” Ualan called, rushing into his home. The door slid shut behind him. The lights had been dimmed, but he had noticed his wife usually preferred the softer torches to the harsher top dome light.

He clutched the missive he’d received in his hand. It said there was an emergency back home. The guard could tell him nothing else, even though the prince had nearly shaken him with worry. When he left that morning, his wife had been breathing and appeared to be fine. Looking around, he frowned. “Rigan?”

“Here.”

He heard her call overhead. Taking the stairs two at a time, he said, “I got a message that there was an emergency.”

“There is an emergency.”

“Are you ill?”

Ualan’s feet slowed as he reached the top of the stairs. His heartbeat nearly stopped. Lounging on his bed, her silken body indecently clad in the strap negligee he had bought her, was his wife. His mouth went dry and his brain went momentarily dumb.

The white lace straps ran haphazardly over her chest, crossing over to barely cling to her budded nipples. The silk underneath kept the lace in place, though not at the expense of covering the valleys of her delightfully naked skin. Darting low, one lacy slash of material made its way between her legs, legs that were parted slightly in natural invitation.

“Rigan?” Ualan inquired, his head automatically tilting to look up the length of her leg to the center slash.

Morrigan gave him a bold look. “Yes, there is an emergency. I am sick and I am tired, Ualan. And so are you.”

Ualan barely heard her words. The mirrored headboard gave him a lush view of her backside. By all that was sacred, his wife was exquisite. His eyes roamed the back of her thighs, only to come back around to stare at her lovely breasts, turned gold by the torchlight.

Morrigan slowly crawled to the end of the large bed, letting him look at her. His breathing deepened and his stomach tightened. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, coming forward to brush the sides of her breasts, framing her dark eyes. Leaning back, she slid her legs around and placed two heels on the floor. She spread her thighs and wiggled her finger at him to beckon him closer.

Ualan swallowed to see the naughty expression on her face, revealing her plans for him. His body could not take it if they were interrupted again. It had taken all his might to leave her passed out on the bed. Not that he could have done anything with her lying unconscious.

“Rigan, no,” he said to both their surprise. Was he insane? Everything his tight body desired was right before him, wrapped up like a deliciously wicked present. Ualan’s eyes trailing of their own accord to where her breasts lifted with each gentle breath. Blood rushed from his head, down his body to fill his cock with liquid fire. Shaking his head to stop the dazing affect her pale skin was having on his body, he managed hoarsely, “It’s not working with us. Maybe we should stop trying to force it.”

Morrigan wasn’t so easily dissuaded. He detected the growing passion in her eyes, challenging him. Licking her lips much to his carnal pleasure, she shook her head in denial. “No, it hasn’t been working. But that’s going to stop right now.” When he would protest, she grimaced and demanded in a loud voice, “I invoke the right of
inn makti murr
.”

Ualan was shocked. She was demanding her marital rights from him?

“Only men,” he began, putting his hands on hips, though a soft smile formed on his lips at her dominating stance.

“No. Did I ever tell you that I was a reporter, Ualan? And like a good reporter, I did a little research.” She flicked a strap off her shoulder while she spoke. It slid leisurely over her skin to rest over the tops of her breast. If she were to move, it would fall completely away. She held still.

Ualan couldn’t breathe. He already knew what her job was, but this was the first time she had ever admitted it to him. Did this mean she was changing her mind? Thinking of the conversation with Gus, he doubted it. Still, he watched her every move, too far gone with lust to do anything else.

“You don’t have to be male to invoke the right,” she purred seductively. “A wife has every right to her husband’s bed and if he refuses to fulfill those rights, she can demand them. If he still refuses without good excuse, he will be thrown into the dungeons for thirty days to rethink his decision.”

Ualan’s gaze steamed over. He knew the law—knew it very well. Swallowing, he could barely listen to her words. “That’s an old law. We don’t—”

“Law is law and, from where I’m standing, you don’t have a good excuse,” Morrigan said, with a meaningful nod at his arousal.

Ualan tensed.

“What say you dragon prince? Am I to call the royal guards?” Morrigan stood before him. To his disappointment, she pushed the strap back up her shoulder, however she did give him the sexiest pout he had ever seen.

In the back of his mind, Ualan thought maybe she was trying to seduce him for her own purposes. But, seeing her creamy skin reflecting golden in torch light, he ignored the feeling. There would be time for listening to annoying little voices of logic later.

“Do you wish to be imprisoned, or—?” she whispered.

Ualan shook his head, his eyes hungry as he devoured her.

“—are you going to get out of those clothes and into this bed to finally make love to your wife?”

Ualan nodded enthusiastically.

“Then undress.” Morrigan unabashedly stared as he obeyed. With a graceful sweep, the tunic came off his shoulders. Kicking his boots, he brushed them aside before slipping completely out of his pants. Boldly, he stared back at her, his eyes glinting with his inner fire. He knew no embarrassment, standing proudly before her.

Morrigan’s breath caught as she looked at him, appearing at a loss for words.

“Do I meet my lady’s approval?” He came forward with an urgent need to touch her. His head lowered and his body tensed ready to pounce.

Her lips parted and she gave a weak nod.

Ualan detected her matching hunger and took his opportunity to regain control. “Now you, wife, let me see what you claim I have been neglecting.”

Morrigan shivered. When she didn’t move fast enough, a wicked smile formed on his lips.

Ualan’s hand darted forward, pressing instantly against her heated pussy. He stood away from her, pleased to find her hot and ready for him. His fingers were stiff against her softer, damp flesh as he dipped inside her through the silk barrier. “Now who resists?”

“Ah,” Morrigan tilted her head back and moaned. Delicately, he stroked her clit. Her breath caught in ragged, openmouthed gulps. Her hips searched for something more.

Keeping some distance, save for the undulating fingers, Ualan leaned to breathe on her neck.

“So hot,” he whispered in dominating pleasure, “so moist.”

“Ah,” she gasped, thrusting more insistently in her mindless torment. She tried to get his fingers to dip inside, past the lips of her opening.

“So ready for me.”

“Yes.” Morrigan grabbed his shoulder for support and her thigh lifted to restlessly rub Ualan’s outer leg. She leaned closer. His arousal hit near her stomach, touching intimately, branding, scalding. Ualan let his fingertip shift into a talon and cut through the material keeping her pussy from him. She gave a small jerk of pleasure at the more intimate contact of flesh to flesh.

Feet planted firmly on the floor, Ualan lifted Morrigan by her ass. Forcing her legs to spread wide, he wrapped them around his naked waist. He held her easily, shifting her weight so he could claim her. Morrigan held on to his shoulders for support. Her breasts bobbed before his face causing him to growl and nip at the air.

He held her to him, leaning her back slightly in his passion. Morrigan clung to him, trusting him completely. She arched to receive him, seeking what only he could give.

He placed her back on the bed. The motion caused him to thrust against her. Morrigan whimpered in pleasure. He held a thigh off the edge of the soft mattress, pulled up by his waist. Her other leg dangled over the side. The mirror on the headboard gave him the most erotic view as he watched them join.

Standing, he kept his feet firmly planted. Ualan guided himself to her, stoking the tip of his cock along her wet opening to part her delicate lips. Morrigan moaned loudly as the hard length of him flicked over her clit before hovering at her brink.

“Oh,
ye-ah
,” he whispered, panting with the control it took to ease in rather than thrust hard into the slick offering of the temptress before him. The close-fitting hold was sweeter than anything he could have ever imagined. He couldn’t stop as he pushed deeper. The heat of her gripped him tight. A groan stuck in his throat. When it felt as if he’d filled her tightly stretched pussy to capacity, he pressed deeper.

Morrigan’s eyes widened in shock and she cried out in near panic, “Ualan.”

He had yet to give her his cock’s full length, but the sound caused him to withdraw a few inches and try easing in again. Her eyes teared slightly.

“I thought you said you were not pure. Have you been with a man?” He really didn’t want to know, but felt he needed to ask before simply ramming his dick all the way in.

Slowly, she shook her head in denial.

Ualan smiled, leaning down to nuzzle her neck. He pushed at one of her thighs as it gripped his waist. He again pulled back and eased forward. “Try to relax and open your legs wider. I promise once you yield to me, my lady, you will enjoy being conquered.”

M
orrigan thought of the emotionless
, almost medical puncture of the human-like droid. She had chosen a beginner’s model to make it easy, one with a little endowment and a quick couple of pokes. The machine was nothing compared to the real thing inside her now.

Seeing his body was almost as pleasurable as feeling it. She watched the hard lines of his flesh ripple with muscles. He was so handsome. Bronzed skin lit with firelight, the flames dancing teasingly over the contours of his chest. He hadn’t even needed to touch her to make her body respond. Sparks, fire, flames of lust, whatever it was shooting through her, it was potent with its heady force and it was all for him.

The hole inside her began to mend. He was the piece she’d been missing. His chest heaved with hard breaths and she knew he held back from hurting her.

Her sex quivered and tensed. He felt much bigger than expected and his cock burned like a flash of searing heat. She’d known he was thick and long from taking him in her mouth, but even then she’d not accepted the entire length. Now he planned on conquering her completely.

“Does this hurt you?” he asked, his words a low animalistic whisper.

Morrigan shook her head. “No.”

“Your pussy is so snug I just want to pound into it and force it open.”

Morrigan took a deep breath and then another. She had waited for so long, been teased to such an unimaginable point that the pain of it was only a minor nuisance.

“More,” she demanded. Ualan looked in surprise when she thrust her hips up hard. “I want more. I want it all.”

He urged her legs onto his shoulders. Her polished toes curled next to his head. Ualan growled, going even deeper as he leaned forward.

Morrigan cried out. The small pain was nothing to the mind-blowing pleasure ripping through her. Suddenly, he couldn’t hold back. Encouraged by her continued cries of pleasure, he quickened his pace. His hips pumped faster and the thrusts became more powerful and urgent in his hunt for release.

Morrigan tensed, grabbing the bedding. She couldn’t move, couldn’t fight. Her sex trembled, sending quivering waves of intense pleasure throughout her entire body. Ualan didn’t stop. His finger found the sensitive nub guarding her entrance, circling it with fast strokes as he pushed her onward, hammering his violent need into her slick hold, forcing her over the trembling edge.

Morrigan’s body racked, exploding with the full force of her climax. Ualan’s conquering yell joined hers. He jerked inside her before holding frozen like a statue.

Morrigan panted, too weak to move, sure she was near death. Growling in masculine approval, Ualan dropped her legs and stared deeply into her eyes as he pulled himself free. She winced a little, but gave him a shy smile. He fell next to her on the bed.

Ualan stroked her tousled hair with the backs of his fingers. His eyes dipped over her disheveled negligee. Leaning over, he kissed her nipple lightly, before finding her lips to do the same. He pulled her into his arms.

“Did I hurt you?” Ualan asked.

“Not too bad. It just stings a little.”

“It will get better.”

Morrigan stroked his face. Trailing a line over his forehead, she whispered, “Does it hurt when you change?”

Ualan gazed at her in surprise, as if he’d thought she wouldn’t remember the event.

“Ualan,” she stated at his look. “I am a reporter. I have been all over the galaxy. I’ve even seen giant slugs get married. I’ve seen birds that could speak seven languages. I’ve seen—”

His lips cut her off. Pulling back, he said, “I get the point.”

“Anyway, I don’t know why you would think I would be shocked by a little thing like shifting.” Dipping her eyes shyly, she admitted, “In fact, it was kind of neat.”

“You love it, don’t you?” he asked quietly.

“What?” She nuzzled his jaw, her whole being singing with contentment. His warm flesh felt so right against her skin. Her hands began to roam aimlessly, unable to get enough of him. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his muscular frame. She lightly trailed each and every indent of his chest, skating across it with her fingers. Ualan’s stomach tensed as she went over his ribs. “You mean reporting?”

“Yes.” The word was low. His hands tightened slightly on her in possession.

“I’m good at it. I get to set my own schedule, see the universes. I’ve learned different customs. I even get to set my own pay. I’ve worked hard for what I have.” She ran her fingers slowly lower, eager to see how much better sex would get. “It’s been my whole life. I don’t really know how to do anything else.”