He continued to play with one taut peak, but he released the other and lifted her heavy breast in his palm. As he kneaded and squeezed, she reached out a hand to his chest for balance. Without it, her legs threatened to buckle.
His voice rumbled when he said, “Shall I keep playing with your nipples, little human, or are you aching for my touch elsewhere?”
Another pinch to her nipple, and all she could do was moan. She wanted his hot mouth on her sensitive skin, but not on her breast.
She might be straightforward with most things, but she had never felt able to do it with sex. Most likely because of the selfishness of the men she’d dated in the past, who’d only cared about their own orgasms and never hers.
As such, she couldn’t muster the nerve to ask for what she really wanted—his mouth on her *. Instead, she ran one hand down her belly and rubbed her clit through the material of her panties. She whispered, “Here.”
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Holy fuck. How he deserved the human in front of him, he didn’t know.
The little vixen was rubbing her clit and all but asking him to fuck her * with his mouth. He nearly came right then and there as he watched her hand against the thin material of her underwear. He needed to shred that material, toss her to the ground, and brand her taste on his tongue.
His dragon usually didn’t bother with foreplay, but at the thought of tasting the sweet honey between the human’s thighs, his dragon roared and said, Now. Taste her. Brand her with our scent there.
With great effort, he pushed the dragon back. Tristan wanted to take his time, and his dragon was impatient.
He reached down and pushed her hand aside. He ran a finger under her panties and he groaned. “You’re fucking drenched for me.”
Before she could reply, he thrust a finger into her * and Melanie cried out. He gave her a quick kiss and said, “You’re so tight and wet, but I want to feel your * squeezing my tongue.” He removed his finger. “Get naked, lay down on the ground, and spread your beautiful thighs for me.”
As she removed her panties, he drank in the sight of her curves. She was much softer and rounder than the females of his people, but he suddenly realized how he now preferred Melanie’s body over any other female’s. Just one whiff of her scent or a peek at her skin and all he could think about was molding and squeezing her flesh with his hands before licking every inch of her.
And, of course, fucking the shit out of her tight, perfect *.
Lying on the clothes he’d spread out earlier to form a makeshift bed, she parted her thighs. He growled at her pink, swollen skin now glistening in the late afternoon sun.
Unable to resist any longer, he kneeled between her legs and ran his hands up her thighs, up the curve of her belly, and back down to squeeze her soft inner thighs. He pushed her legs wider and looked up into Melanie’s eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated, and her lips parted. With her reddish-brown hair tumbling around her shoulders, it hit him just how beautiful his human was.
His dragon growled. Tell her.
Without thinking, he blurted out, “You’re so beautiful.”
She bit her lower lip and his restraint shattered. His dragon was clawing to get free; if he didn’t taste her now, his human-half would lose control.
Not bloody likely. His dragon-half had been the first to fuck her. Tristan wanted to be the first to devour her *.
He leaned down and licked her slit, reveling in the musky scent and taste of his little human. Merely tracing the seam of her slit wasn’t enough, so he thrust his tongue into her * and groaned. He lapped like a cat with milk, unable to get enough of her sweet honey, his cock now hard as steel.
Want her. Take her. Fuck her.
Not yet, he said to his dragon as he thrust his tongue deep in her * before retreating to focus on her clit. As soon as his tongue made contact with her slick, hard nub, Melanie moaned and tightened her thighs around his head.
He could draw this out, but from the sound of Melanie’s moans, he could tell she was close. Besides, he wanted to send her over the edge so he could have time to explore the rest of her body.
His tongue swirled and lapped at her clit. Melanie tried to raise her hips, but he held her down and squeezed them to keep her in place. Then he bit her. Hard.
Melanie cried out and his dragon rumbled in approval at how loud she screamed. Tristan ignored him and thrust his tongue back inside her core, feeling her muscles squeeze and release around him.
When she relaxed and stopped spasming, Tristan took one last drink of her sweetness, and raised his head. Melanie’s eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and her expression relaxed. His dragon approved of her sated look, but Tristan’s human-half was hungry for more.
He ran his hands up her belly, her breasts, and then cupped her face. As he lay on top of her, her softness cushioning him like a caress, he murmured, “That was just the appetizer. Are you ready for the main course?”
Chapter Six