Page 28 of Selected By the Dragon Alien
Her eyelids were heavy-lidded. She licked her upper lip and trembled as his thrusting fingers brought her pleasure. “I’m yours, Ellion. I’ve been yours since you brought me here and I will always be yours.”
“Ah, Turi,” His chest ached with the raw emotions crashing through him. “My one true mate.”
He withdrew his fingers and lowered his head, kissing a trail over her breasts, belly, hips, to the sweet heat of her sex. Her legs tightened, but he laid a hand on her thigh. “Open for me,” he commanded.
She looked unsure, but spread her thighs.Thismust not have been part of the sex lessons Terian females received, because she watched him with wide eyes as he kissed the precious bud that glistened pink and inviting between her naked pussy folds. Female Terians were hairless between their legs, unlike other species, but the gold freckles that dotted from their foreheads and down their backs, speckled their mounds. It was a beautiful view, from Ellion’s vantage—the gold markings beckoned him to taste the quivering flesh of her sex. The scent of her drove him to the edge of madness.
He lowered his head and slid his tongue over the slick skin and smiled as her eyes rolled back in her head. With innate knowledge of how to please his mate, Ellion delved into the pleasures of his female’s sex, teasing her, learning about her. He penetrated her with his fingers as he suckled her clit and drove her to an orgasm that made her rear up and cry out his name. His cock was so hard it throbbed painfully. When she reached for it, he took her hands and pinned them to the mattress. “No,” he grunted. “You cannot touch me now.”
Her skin was flushed. The gold marks glowed against her skin. “Then take me, Ellion. Make me yours.”
He could take no more. With a swift move, he covered her with his body and positioned himself at her entrance. Her eyes flew wide as she felt the blunt head of his cock nudging against her slick folds. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on.
With a low growl, Ellion pushed forward, entering her in one long, smooth stroke. His cock stretched her cunt, filling her with a searing heat that made her cry out. The feeling was unlike anything he’d ever experienced—a raw, primal pleasure that pulsed through him with each thrust. Her fingers dug into his scales and he let out a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest and into her core. He leaned down, his mouth finding hers once more, their tongues tangling in a desperate dance. The taste of her was intoxicating, a sweet nectar that fueled his desire.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the ragged panting of their breaths, the soft, needy moans that escaped their lips. Each thrust stoked the fire anew, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.
He set a punishing pace, driven by the dragon that always curled in him. He plunged into her depths, his cock stroking that sensitive spot inside her cunt that made her whimper and arch her back. His hips pistoned against her ass. The rhythmic slap of skin was a sensual counterpoint to the frantic beating of their hearts. He groaned, his voice thick and strained, as each thrust brought him closer to the edge.
Turi’s body responded to him with an abandon he hadn’t known she possessed. Her hips met his thrusts with equal fervor, her cunt clenching around his cock, milking him with every movement. The pleasure was a tidal wave, crashing over him in relentless, overwhelming surges. Her nails raked down his back, leaving faint scratches in their wake. The friction between their joined bodies was intense, a fiery heat that burned brighter with each passing moment.
“Ellion,” she moaned, her voice barely a whisper, her body trembling on the edge of release.
“Mine,” he growled, his voice raw and possessive. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Come for me, Turi. Let me feel you shatter around my cock.”
His words were the final push she needed. With a cry, Turi came undone, her body convulsing around his cock as her cunt clenched around him. He knew his own end was near. The sensations spiraled up from his balls to his spine. He thrust harder, deeper, chasing his own release. The pressure within him built, a coil tightening, ready to spring. With a guttural roar, Ellion emptied himself into her, his seed hot and thick, filling her with a pulsing warmth. His body shuddered as the pleasure ripped through him, leaving him weak and spent.
He collapsed beside her, breath coming in ragged gasps. His heart pounded a wild rhythm against her chest. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal, mingled with the musky tang of their shared release. His wings, still slightly extended, draped around them like a protective shroud, enclosing them in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.
Turi’s arms tightened around him, her fingers tracing the thick ridges of muscles and jut of his wings on his back. Her own breath shuddered in and out. His body still thrummed with the lingering echoes of their passionate union. She pressed a kiss to his lips in a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had been forged between them. A bond that transcended species and defied the rules and restrictions of their oppressive world.
Eventually, Turi’s breathing deepened. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest lulled Ellion into a state of drowsy contentment. She snuggled closer, her head resting against his shoulder and his fingers traced lazy patterns on her thigh. Sleep may have claimed her in a blanket of peace, but Ellion remained awake. His mind raced with the implications of what had just transpired.
He had mated with a Terian female. It was a transgression that would undoubtedly incur the wrath of the Axis, should they ever discover it. But even as the fear gnawed at him, a fierce protectiveness surged within him, a primal urge to shield Turi from the dangers that lay ahead.
He gazed down at her sleeping form, his heart aching with a love he hadn’t known he was capable of. Her face was serene and peaceful in sleep and so different from the fiercely determined expression he had seen in her earlier that day. He knew that their path would not be easy. They would face challenges and obstacles that would test their bond to its limits. But as he held her close, his wings wrapped around them like a protective embrace, he vowed to fight for her, to protect her, to defy the Axis and their cruel decrees.
Hewouldbreak free from the Axis’ grasp to create a world where he and Turi could live together. He would carve out a future for them or die trying. He closed his eyes, his mind filled with images of a bright, sunlit world, a world where Turi’s laughter would echo through the halls of his fortress, or wherever they chose to live. And as sleep finally claimed him, he held onto that dream, a promise he made to himself, to Turi, and to the future they would create together.
EIGHTEEN
The courtyard, which sat far above the settlements, was bathed in the warm glow of Purrik, the closest star. It gave light in the mornings and late afternoon only, as the rest of the time, the Axis’ communications array blocked the light. The air was still and quiet, a welcome change from the usual hum of the fortress machinery. Turi sat on the edge of the parapet, looking out the opposite way of the settlements, where Ellion had gone today. Her arm, where the rock had struck her yesterday, throbbed faintly, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the turmoil within her.
Her body, whichalsostill throbbed, felt loose and alive. She couldn’t stop thinking of what she and Ellion had shared the previous night. He’d taken her body, but also her heart. He’d shown her that passion shared between mates wasn’t something to be endured—as she’d been taught—but was glorious pleasure.
Ara’s shadowy form sat beside her, looking very much like a Terian in this form. Turi didn’t care what shape the Skrac took. Ara was her friend whether she made herself appear like a Terian or as a nebulous dark blob.
“You seem troubled,” Ara observed, her voice soft.
Turi leaned back against the cool stone. She suspected Ara knew very well that she and Ellion had consummated their bond, but she had no desire to discuss the act with another. “No, not troubled. Just…thinking. I wasn’t prepared for Ellion turning into a full dragon.”
Ara chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “He was magnificent, wasn’t he? A true Zaruxian dragon in all his glory.”
Turi shuddered, remembering the terrifying and brutal beauty of Ellion’s transformation in contrast with the tender lover who had brought her so much pleasure. “He was. But also…wild. I thought he was going to slaughter those males. No wonder I was raised to fear him.”
“He showed great restraint, you know. He could have killed them all.” Ara moved closer, tilting her head. “And he would have, if they’d done worse than give you that scratch.”
Turi’s cheeks flushed. She didn’t bother to deny it. “I don’t want that power,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I care for him, Ara. But the more I learn about what the Axis have done to my people, the more I realize that they need our help, not more discipline and oppression. Not more death.”