Dragons Don't Love (10 page)

I want all of him, everywhere. My
palms smooth over his back as they learn each ridge of muscle. He’s
so big and his muscles so defined they are like the mountain range
where I went to hunt—valleys, hills, and peaks. I see his muscles
strain when we train, but touch is so much nicer. No, not
nicer—incredibly wonderful.

He moves to my other breast. “You
smell so good, so perfect, but you taste better,” he says as he
sucks, nips, and licks.

It’s exactly what I think of him. His
knee slides between my legs and his hand on my bottom moves. He
skims my inner thighs until he finally touches me in the forbidden
place. I moan.

“
You like that.” It’s not a
question and there is no way I can respond anyway. “Give me your
hand,” he murmurs.

I lift my hand from his back. He takes
it and carries it to his member. I jump slightly at first contact
and his growly laughter makes me smile. He’s incredibly hard and
also silky soft. I’m not expecting the combination.

“
Squeeze me,” he
groans.

I squeeze.

“
Move your hand up and down
and squeeze along the length of me.”

His hand is back between my thighs and
I stop squeezing for a moment when his finger twirls around the
outer part of me. For some reason I’m wet. I’m not sure what to do.
This is bad.

“
Don’t stop,” he groans
against my neck as he adds another mark to my throat. I forget
about the embarrassing wetness and move my hand up and down his
length. His teeth graze my flesh and he finds another place to
suck. I don’t remember women in our village having the marks like
the dragon leaves upon me. My dragon likes to do it, so I don’t
care. Did he mark all his brides?

His finger glides inside me and all
thought stops. I now understand the wetness as he slides one finger
then two in and out. It’s slightly uncomfortable, but not horribly
so. His lips return to my mouth.

“
You are ready for me,
bride.”

Am I? I have no idea. His body covers
me and I must release my hold on his member. He grabs himself and
poises at the entrance where his fingers were a second
before.

“
I am sorry, bride, but it
is better to do this part quickly.”

I have no time to ask what he means.
His hips thrust forward and I cry out as he rips me in two. Time
stops as pain consumes me. His sword has brought burning fire and
the dragon has killed me. It doesn’t matter that his member is not
made of steel, it has the same effect. I’m pushing against his
massive shoulders and he doesn’t budge. He remains buried within
me. I know I remain alive because the pain doesn’t
diminish.

“
Shh,” he whispers against
my hair. “You’re okay.”

How would he know? “I’m not okay, you
blue demon. You’ve split me in two.”

His chest moves up and down and I
realize he’s laughing at me. I try pushing again, which has the
same outcome as before. It does nothing.

“
Be still and I will make
this feel good.”

I realize the pain has faded slightly,
but it doesn’t stop my words. “The only thing that would feel good
right now is my sword buried in your chest. No… your
ass.”

His hand covers my mouth and the
merriment in his eyes is clear. His hips come up and his member
almost slides out. He moves back inside me slowly. I gasp against
his fingers as the pain recedes further. He releases my mouth and
places his fingers below my belly. He slowly circles the area and
something happens. Something I have no understanding of. My body
quickens and a trembling starts at the part of me that sheaths him.
I look up and he’s gazing at me, his smile still in
place.

“
Don’t be afraid,” he
whispers.

He must be able to tell by my
expression that I’m unsure of the trembling within my body.
“Something’s happening,” I say and he pulls almost completely out
and thrusts in harder than before. It hurts, but it’s not the same
type of pain he administered only moments before. The intensity
makes me lift my hips when he enters me again. Both of his hands go
to my bottom and he’s no longer gentle. His mouth buries against my
throat and his teeth bite down just a bit. He groans loudly as he
slams inside me. I blink in awe when a blue glow comes from his
body. The trembling is now an earthquake between my thighs. The
blue glow explodes from his body to mine and then out into the room
as my tingling down below erupts.

I don’t understand what’s happened and
I don’t care. My body pulses with the light. If I thought Laryn was
beautiful before, there is no comparison now. The iridescence
shines from within him. The blue so pure, I’m in love with a color.
I think of his member in dragon form. I’m no longer
laughing.

He lifts up slightly and rests on his
forearms. He’s watching me and the blue radiance coming from him
doesn’t fade. With the light falling across my body, I feel
beautiful. Everything the light touches is exquisite.

“
You are now my
bride.”

I am and everything within me knows
it.

Chapter Eighteen

Laryn

My color suits her. I’ve had brides
with brown, blonde, and red hair along with different tones of
skin. I remember none of them lighting up as she does at the moment
of my release. I’m so proud of her. It’s always painful the first
time. I’m huge and virginity is a barrier best dealt with quickly.
I’ve had brides wail for hours. My new bride fought back. She will
always fight back.

When she stood before me after
entering the room, I couldn’t watch her tears and not react. I hate
bride tears, but hers are different. She cried only because she
conceded defeat. Those tears affected me as no others.

Now we are resting in the afterglow of
my orgasm. I think this may be the best first fucking I’ve ever
experienced. She will be a great bride in and out of bed. She keeps
me on my toes, and there are so many things about fucking that I
will teach her.

Her breathing changes and I know she
sleeps. I don’t give myself the luxury of staring at her unclothed
beauty. This is one of the rules I set for myself. I must harden my
heart against love. When they are in my bed and I watch them sleep,
it’s impossible not to feel the crack in my heart that signals
love. This bride will always sleep in her own bed. When we are in
my rooms, we will not be sleeping.

As I lift her to take her back to her
tower room, there is enough remaining glow from my body that I can
see her blood on the sheets. After laying her in her own bed, I
don’t bother locking her door. She may come to my room anytime she
chooses or I will come and get her. I go back to my bed and lie
upon the blood she freely gave up. I smell her within my sheets and
it will be enough to get me through the night.

The sun is up when a noise wakes me.
She stands at the foot of the bed dressed in her clothing from
dinner last night. My bride does not appear happy. She holds her
halberd improperly, but I have no doubt she can still do damage
with it.

“
Why did you return me to my
room, dragon?”

So that’s her morning tantrum. I’m
used to one sort or another from all my brides. They just don’t
usually hold a weapon when they have them.

The steel of the halberd reflects a
ray of sun shining into the room and my eyes are glued to it. “Are
you planning to use that or is it just for effect?”

She strikes so fast I have no time to
move. She steps back a foot and the halberd comes down as she
buries it into the mattress inches from my foot. She shrugs. “I
have no idea how to use it, so I think it’s simply for effect.” Her
tone is soft and deadly.

I should be angry. A few inches and my
foot would have been separated from my leg. My cock grows and it
pains me that she is so far away. I like this kind of tantrum. I’m
suddenly up from my bed and have her wrapped in my arms. Well… my
arms are wrapped around hers keeping them from further fight. She
kicks my shin at the same time her little teeth sink deep into my
shoulder.

“
Ouch, dammit.” My angry
warrior is not without weapons and she’s drawn blood.

“
Release me, you rotten
dragon dropping.”

I grab her hair to keep her teeth from
gnawing on my shoulder again. Her eyes are spitting mad. The gold
flakes are brighter than any gold chalice I possess. She didn’t tie
her hair back, which I’m grateful for. I slam my lips on hers then
immediately pull back before her teeth bite me. I bring my mouth
down gently this time and place small kisses on her lips before
moving down to her throat. Her breath catches and her body goes
lax.

“
I will not sleep with you
at night, bride.” I place another kiss at the soft skin at the top
of her breast. “You may visit me anytime you choose.” Another kiss
lower at the very edge of the leather. “I will always welcome you
to my bed to fuck.” Her body goes hard. I expect it. She hates the
word and I’d hoped the night before changed her mind. “I will
always give you pleasure and hold you afterward while you are
awake.” I lift my head and gaze into her eyes. “I cannot watch you
sleep because if I do, I shall love you.”

Her eyes immediately soften and for
some reason it bothers me that she doesn’t want my love. If this is
true, then she doesn’t love me. Why do I want it all even knowing
the great pain ahead if I allow it?

No. This time and all the brides ahead
will live by my new rules. Dragons don’t love.

I ease up on her hair and it’s her
mouth that slams against mine. My bride remembers all her lessons
so well. She smells of our sex from the night before and she tastes
better than any sweet wine. I could drink from her body for hours
and stay nourished. I carry her down to the bed, her head resting
beside the halberd. It’s sexy as fuck. I pull her lower leathers
off and go to my knees on the floor and pull her legs over my
shoulders. She watches me with an unsure expression. Only until my
mouth descends. Her eyes close and her lips form the most perfect
pucker.

She’s so sweet and delicious as I lick
the folds of skin that surround her treasure. I take her small,
stiff bud between my lips to pull and suck. Her cries fill the
room. My cock is thick and pulsing, but it can wait. My bride needs
this attention. She needs to understand that I control her body and
also what I can do to it if she withholds her female tantrums. Her
greatest punishment will be the denial of orgasm. I will teach her
this. Today is about teaching her pleasure. You cannot withhold
something that has no value for it means nothing. So I let her body
find release and plan to do it many times. Until she’s
addicted.

Her hips buck as I thrust two fingers
in deep. She comes undone and I continue fucking her with my mouth
as her pleasure consumes her. Before she can gain her equilibrium,
I pull her up the bed and bury my cock deep. I unbuckle her breast
cover while leaving on her boots and arm guards. I want a warrior
in my bed and she’s perfect.

Her palms smooth across my back. When
I thrust in, her nails do the same. My leg slides against the sharp
halberd that remains in the mattress. I feel it slice into me. I
don’t mind, I just don’t wish her hurt by it. I lift up and she
groans her objection. I reach for the weapon, dislodge it, and toss
it across the room.

I again bury myself deep within her
warmth and we return to our mating dance. She pulls my hair until I
attend to her lips. I bite and suckle my way down her throat when I
need more than her lips. Her hips arch to meet mine as my dragon’s
magic builds. My balls tighten, my cock grows even larger, and with
one final thrust, the magic explodes. The light consumes us and I
cannot stop my shout of fulfillment.

I can go to Earth’s realm and fuck as
many females as I want, but this never happens. Only with a bride
can I share this special gift. The light puts us on a different
plain. The energy ripples against our skin and within our bodies.
This is what I miss most in the years after my bride passes. It’s
not the actual fucking but the after effect of the magic. There is
nothing more beautiful than a bride bathed in my blue light. And
this bride is the most beautiful of them all.

Chapter Nineteen

Roxanne

To wake up alone after what I gave him
the night before was devastating. To hear the dragon’s explanation
more so. I want his love so badly my chest constricts and I have
trouble breathing. Gaining that love will cause him additional
suffering and I cannot allow that to happen.

I rest in his arms, the blue glow
fading slowly. My hand is on his chest and my fingers draw small
circles around the small pucker at the tip of his breast. I’ve seen
my share of human male chests. Nothing compares to my
dragon.

“
May we fly this morning,
dragon?” I’m tired from lack of sleep and I don’t want him
returning me to my room if I nod off.

“
If my bride wishes to fly,
we will fly.”

“
I’m sorry for the
halberd.”

He laughs which reassures me that he
isn’t angry. “I will teach you to use it properly and you will have
better aim next time.”