Master of Dragons (13 page)

“Guess.” It was a rumbling growl. Turning her head, she saw him hit his knees behind her even as he forced her head lower.

Angling her ass in the air.

Nineva shivered as helpless arousal pulsed deep in her sex. Semira help her, she'd never been so turned on in her life. She knew she shouldn't be—she should be outraged at the way he was handling her—but her body didn't care. It craved this—his rough, demanding hands, his big hard body, the urgent upward curve of that big cock.

His hands closed around her hips and lifted her butt, forcing her to brace her hands on the ground. The grass felt cool under her fingers.

Then his mouth covered her cunt from behind. Nineva jerked with a startled cry as his tongue thrust between her lips and licked in one long swipe that made her writhe at the instant kick of pleasure. She felt him settle back on his heels, dragging her up and back, supporting her in a way no human could have as she hung head-down.

Nineva planted her palms on his muscled thighs to support her torso as he ate her like a plum. Gentle bites and nibbles, long licks, teasing circles of his tongue around her clit. She could feel the orgasm pulsing as it built like a storm, low in her tensing belly.

Bite. Nibble. Lick. A sudden hard thrust of his tongue went right into her core. She shuddered and clamped her eyes closed against the tight, merciless spiral of pleasure. “Kel! God, Kel…”

He growled back at her, feral as a tiger at a meal. His teeth scraped gently over the hard nubbin of her clit.

She screamed and convulsed, her body lashing in his arms as he held her against his mouth. Still licking.

The hot fire of her orgasm pulsed on, wave after wave as he ate her.

 

Nineva's long blond
hair whipped Kel's thighs as she tossed her head, writhing in his hold. He held her still anyway, enjoying her helpless, high-pitched cries of pleasure.

His cock throbbed and jerked. He ignored it, intent on dragging one more delighted scream out of her mouth. Intent on the sea-foam taste of her sex. Bathing in her.

Finally she collapsed in his arms, limp and panting in the aftermath. He lowered her to the grass with a raw grin of conquest, then flipped her faceup.

Let's see your fairy prince give you that
.

Kel surveyed her pale beauty as she sprawled on the ground, dazed and panting. A smile of satisfaction curled his mouth even as his cock jerked in demand. He thought about spreading those pretty legs wide and driving inside, then decided, reluctantly, against it.

He wasn't done with her yet. He wanted more. He wanted to stamp himself on her soul and her body. He wanted to make damn sure she never forgot him.

His gaze locked on the round, lovely globes of her breasts. Her nipples looked deliciously pink and hard, like little cherry gumdrops.

Kel instantly decided he wanted a bite.

Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer, then covered her body with his. She moaned, half in protest, half in anticipation. Kel smiled a pirate's smile and lowered his head.

The nipple he'd targeted hardened even more against his tongue as he suckled her. She tasted of magic and springwater and lush, helpless arousal. He suckled more deeply, loving the taste.

Her hands came up weakly and tangled in his hair. She moaned. “Kel, oh, Goddess—you're driving me insane.”

“Good.” He swirled his tongue around the hard little peak, then gave it a taunting nibble.

He loved the way her small, lithe body felt against his, all satin skin and velvet curves. He loved the way she tasted, loved the lush scent of her arousal. Loved her complete boneless surrender. She was his.

At least for the moment.

Later…

The thought of what would happen in that “later” made his temper heat again. He growled against the satin slope of her breast and pulled away.

So maybe he wasn't her kind. So maybe she saw him as an animal. He'd show her what an animal could do.

He flipped her onto her belly again and dragged her butt up, high into the air.

“Kel…,” she whimpered.

He ignored the pleading sound, aiming his cock at the tempting rosy entrance to her cunt. One hard, deep thrust seated him to the balls. Kel gasped at the tight, liquid delight. For a moment, he didn't dare move, knowing he'd come if he did.

Finally, carefully, he began to thrust.

 

Kel felt huge
inside her, a thick, rock-hard velvet club. He should have hurt, yet he'd done such a good job arousing her that all she felt was staggering delight.

Every thrust seemed edged in sweet fire. Panting, Nineva could only grab fistfuls of grass in her hands and hang on for dear life as he lunged against her. Each long dig coiled her building orgasm tighter.

She felt his wet hips slapping hers, jolting her forward. Her nipples dragged back and forth across the cool grass, adding another fillip of delight to an already searing moment.

Then he started circling his hips, pressing hard, screwing into her. Grinding. Incapable of speech, she could only throw back her head and keen.

Her climax was abrupt, blinding—and endless.

 

Kel growled in
satisfaction as he felt her coming around him, her tight little cunt pulsing, milking his long shaft with every thrust. He let go and began to drive hard, jolting her forward with every ruthless thrust. His balls drew into tight, hot knots between his thighs as his climax began to claw for release.

Abruptly it burst free. He came with a howl as heat spurted from his cock in long, delicious jets. And…

Fire!

The goddess touched him, alien and female and hungry. Hungry for his warmth. Hungry for his power. Her touch sent another desperate spurt of raw lust through him, and he pumped even harder in Nineva's depths as he convulsed helplessly.

Dimly, he heard her scream of delight and surrender. For a moment, he touched her mind—felt her writhing in the hot, sweet fire he'd inflicted. That searing instant drove his own pleasure higher. He howled…

Yes!
The goddess breathed.
That's it. That's what I need. More!

Unable to stop—not even wanting to—he came. And came. And
came.
And felt Nineva doing the same, her pleasure spiking his even higher.

Until at last they both collapsed on the grass, panting and spent.

In the distance, he could feel the goddess's pleasure. Slowly, like a dying ember, it faded away. That wasn't good—they needed her—but there was nothing his exhausted body could do about it. He simply didn't have the strength.

 

Nineva lay in
the loose clasp of Kel's muscled arms, listening to the desperate bellows huff of his breathing. She was panting just as hard, and not only from the amazing pleasure.

For a moment, she'd been linked with Semira again. They hadn't been able to sustain it, but she knew they'd strengthened the goddess.

They were on the right track.

Which was no surprise, really. Kel had broken over her like an erotic storm, flooding her mind with arousal and pleasure in turn. She'd never experienced anything so intense.

No wonder the goddess had reacted.

Wearily, Nineva lifted her head. He lay draped over her back like a hot male blanket, his softening cock slipping from her sex. His breathing had deepened, and his eyes had closed. Between the two of them, she and Semira had wiped him out.

There was a certain wicked satisfaction in that thought.

Of course, he'd wiped her out, too. She yawned in a jaw-popping stretch and nestled back against his chest. He felt wonderful against her, so big and warm, water droplets seemed to steam off his powerful body.

Drained, she relaxed. In moments, she, too, was asleep.

 

He moved against her, rolling his narrow hips, his long cock delving deep. Nineva threw her head back as pleasure shafted through her in time to his delicious strokes. Her eyes fell closed as she savored the hot sensation of Kel making love to her. Her hands caught his muscled forearms. She frowned. His skin felt odd…

She opened her eyes.

And cried out in horror. His muscular body was covered in scales, and his handsome face had become a snarling muzzle. His tail whipped like a crocodile's with every ruthless thrust of his inhuman cock.

“Kel!” Desperate, she fought to struggle free, but his clawed hands dug into her butt and held her helpless.

His crimson eyes watched her helplessness with reptilian pleasure. “You can't get away from me. You can't escape your fate.”

Kel opened his jaws, revealing teeth like stilettoes. In the depths of his throat, she could see a hot red point appear, growing into a boiling ball. Flame shot from his mouth…

Screaming, Nineva began to burn.

 

Hard arms caught
her as she tried to flee the agony and stark terror. She howled like a trapped thing and struck out, sending a fireball whizzing at her captor.

“Nineva!” Kel shouted, deflecting her blast. “You're dreaming again. It's all right, you're safe!”

Conjuring a light, she stared at him wildly. His skin was smooth and human, and his eyes were soft with concern. “You hurt me!”

“No,” he insisted. “It was only a dream.”

And it had been, she realized, coming fully awake at last. With a groan of mingled relief and shame, she collapsed into his arms. “Sorry.” Her voice sounded hoarse. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Sorry I went off on you.”

“Hey, it's okay.” He rubbed her back in a silent offer of comfort. “The burning dream again?”

“Yeah.” She rested her cheek against his chest and wrapped her arms around him. “I don't know why. You saved my life today. If it hadn't been for you, they'd have taken me and the queen. And then it all would have been over.”

He tightened his hold into a hug. “You can't control your dreams, Nineva.”

“Maybe not, but I wish I could control this one.”

 

Slave…

With a soundless curse, Varza jolted upright, her stolen heart pounding as she stared around herself for the source of the voice. All appeared well, with Arralt sprawled naked and sleeping next to her. But that was an illusion.

Her master was calling.

She rolled out of bed and padded silently into the next room. There, a golden orb hovered over the black stone altar on which lay Merlin's Grimoire and the Sword of Semira.

At least she'd have something to appease the bastard.

Slave…
The orb pulsed with dark, swirling colors, blood red and purple and a putrid green. Her master had probably had to work death magic to push a message through Merlin's Wards and reach her here on Sidhe Earth. She wondered which of his slaves he'd killed.

She pushed her stolen hair back from her face. “Aye, Master?”

What progress?

“We've captured Merlin's Grimoire and the Sword of Semira.” She coiled her fists in her lap as anxiety twisted her gut.

What of the sacrifices?

Varza winced. “We were unable to take them. Llyr Galatyn and Arthur have them guarded too well.”

Unacceptable
. Her master's rumble of rage made the orb vibrate.
Our forces are ready to begin the invasion.
Merlin's Wards must be broken if we are to begin our conquest.

“We have an alternate plan,” Varza said quickly. “We only need one more element to begin work, and we're in the process of acquiring it.”

Then I suggest you work fast, slave
. The orb's rumble grew still more menacing.
And quickly. Or you'll pay the price.

She bowed instinctively, though she knew he couldn't see her. “We mean to have it very soon, Master. You'll be able to claim your conquest within the week.”

The orb rumbled once more, then went dark. Varza slumped in relief.

The Dark Ones had ruled Varza's home world of Odra for thousands of years, feeding on pain and death as they destroyed whatever culture had existed before their arrival. Varza herself knew no other life but fear and the ruthless determination to survive.

Then Arralt had decided to learn the Dark Ones' magic as a means to overthrow his father and his equally hated uncle, Llyr Galatyn. He'd transported himself to the nearest Dark One–ruled planet with a gate powered by his own mother's murder.

Varza, luckily, had found them first, there in her master's capital city. Given the chance, her rival slaves would have slain them all, but she'd had more foresight. Instead, she'd defended Arralt and his Sidhe entourage—collecting more than a few injuries in the process—and escaped back to her lair with them.

There, she'd started her investigation into exactly who the aliens were and where they'd come from.

At first, she'd thought only to claim credit for discovering a new planet for the Dark Ones to overrun. Unfortunately, her probe soon revealed that Sidhe Earth was protected by yet another of the Fae's cursed ward shields. The Dark Ones' rival race had been warding every world they discovered, a gambit that was slowly strangling the growth of the empire.

Disgusted, Varza had handed the Sidhe over to her master, Rakatvira. She'd expected the Dark One to sacrifice them on the spot, but he'd surprised her.

It seemed Sidhe Earth was a very rare and valuable planet indeed—one of the few that had a twin in another universe. Centuries before, Rakatvira and the other Dark Ones had occupied both worlds. Now, however, he had conceived a new plan: they could use the alternate Earth as a launching point to invade the surrounding universe. True, they'd have to draw on magic from their own, but that was no problem at all.

Best of all, the plan would allow them to sidestep the Fae's interference. The empire could begin to grow again, fueled by a new supply of slaves.