Kozav (14 page)

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race leaned against Kozav
, enjoying the feel of him strong and sure at her back. He’d sat on the sand, knees bent and spread, with his feet on the ground. He leaned back and put his weight on one hand while he waved at her.

“Vids show females resting with their mates in this way. You are to sit here between my thighs and I will protect you with my body.”

He saw the position as protection while she looked at it as sweet affection. Well, she’d let him keep thinking whatever he liked while she enjoyed their closeness.

She welcomed the enveloping quiet, the comfortable silence only broken with the gentle murmur of the ocean. The water seemed to stretch out into an endless expanse and she was breathless by the time the edge of the sun kissed the horizon.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. She
knew
it wasn’t real, the senchamber reflecting its programming, but it was created by Kozav, which made it real enough for her.

“Not as beautiful as you,
shaa kouva.
” His lips ghosted over the delicate skin on her neck, sending a shiver of desire racing through her.

“Are you cold?” Her mate growled and she opened her mouth to… what?

Tell him that she was ready to get down and dirty? The question was still a question in her mind, the events of the last couple of weeks still whirling through her mind. There was the Knowing and all that came with it as well as the differences that formed a wall between them. There was both good and bad in both their pasts, events that shaped them today but still caused problems as well.

“Ship—”

Grace half-turned in his embrace and laid her hand on his arm to get his attention. “It’s fine. I’m not cold.”

“Ill? Ship—”

“Or ill.” He was cute in a very over-protective way.

“Then…”

If she was going to do this; be
present
in their relationship and move forward with honesty, she had to lay it all out. “Your kiss.” She stroked the small spot where he’d touched her with his lips. “I liked it. When human females become aroused…”

Yes, she chickened out. Sue her.

Kozav’s smile was slow, a gradual curling of her lips. It started at the outer corners, a slow procession until it was so wide, his teeth were exposed. “You wish to mate with me.”

“My body does.” It so did. Ever since their shared passion, her body craved him. She wanted his mouth on her, his hands caressing her skin and his cock deep inside her pussy.

“And your heart,
shaa kouva
?”

That sweet endearment whispered so effortlessly. Did her heart want him? Even if it was fast, even if their “courtship” was hardly the thing dreams were made of, and even if… Excuses were pointless at this point. They’d promised to speak the truth and that’s what she’d give him.

“Yes.” Her voice was firm and even when she spoke. “Yes, my heart wants you, too.”

He grunted as if to say, “I knew that” and she resisted the urge to thump him.

Cocky males. “And what about you?” she demanded.

Kozav chuckled, his deep laugh shaking them both. He closed his legs, holding her still, and then grinded his cock against her ass. “My
cokh
has been hard for you from the moment I sensed you. Never doubt that I crave you,
shaa kouva
.”

She glared at him and this time managed to suppress her trembling. “And your heart?”

He’d better say yes or she’d…

“You should never doubt that you own me,
shaa kouva
, body and soul. Never.”

Grace released the breath she’d been holding, the air coming out in a low whoosh of relief at his declaration. “Good.”

Kozav leaned down, his lips caressing hers with a barely-there kiss. “It is good. It will be better when I have you in my arms. When I can witness your passion and stare when you come apart for me.”

Grace shivered and didn’t bother holding back that time. “That sounds…” She imagined herself beneath him, his massive body pinning her to the bed as she screamed his name. “I like the sound of that.”

He trailed kisses along her jaw, tongue flicking out to sample her skin and teeth scraping the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He ran his nose up her throat and nipped her earlobe. “I can smell that you do, my
rasi
.”

She stiffened. “What?”

He widened his knees and leaned forward, arms sliding around her waist, and his palms came to rest just above her mound. Her pussy ached, heating with arousal and need. He scraped her with his fangs once more, scratching her skin and she whimpered in response.

“I can smell your desire. Sweet.” He licked. “Salty.” He nipped. “
Mine
.”

His growl stroked her every nerve ending, plucking each one until she trembled. Her clit twitched and throbbed in time with her heart as if silently begging to be stroked and pinched. Her nipples hardened within her
xina
, straining against the thin material. She stretched and twisted, moaning when the silken fabric caressed the hard nubs.

“Tell me what you desire, my
rasi
.”

“
Shaa kouvi
,” she whispered the endearment, one she hadn’t used often, and Kozav stiffened in response. The tenseness in his body lasted a split second before he released a low, deep groan.

“Grace,” he rasped and he tightened his hold. “Grace, you cannot say that and expect me to behave myself. I want…”

So did she. So very, very much.

She traced his strong arms, fingers dancing over the corded muscle of his forearms before encircling his wrists. He went to withdraw, but she held him, not allowing him to retreat.

“Grace?” His strained tone was followed by the ruffle of wings. Her Preor warrior was slowly losing control.

Good.

She gently tugged on his right arm, pulling until his large palm settled between her thighs. She rolled her hips against his hand, moaning with the new sensations—the added pressure his touch gave her. “I want you to touch me here.” She encouraged him to move his left hand, sliding it over her belly, up her abdomen, and finally he cupped her breast. She arched into his caress, moaning when he captured one hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “And I want you to touch me here.”

“As you wish. Anything you wish.” The bestial growl had the hairs on her arms standing up, goosebumps covering her skin, and she found she liked that hint of dangerous threat with her lovemaking.

Kozav rubbed her cloth-covered pussy, heel of his hand rubbing up and down her sensitive flesh. His fingers toyed with her, stroking and petting, pressing when she needed more pressure and tapping her sex lips when he wanted to drive her crazy. All the while, she moved with him, rolling and rocking her hips, seeking out more and more pleasure with every breath.

He pinched and teased her nipple, plucking it and then gently toying with the stiff nub. She was torn between the pleasure, pussy aching to be filled and breasts begging for attention.

“Kozav, so good. Feels so good.”

“Will you come for me, Grace? Will you let me smell more of your cream?” A growl followed those words, the deep rolling sound adding to her desire. “Will you let me taste you, my
rasi
?”

“Oh God.” She shuddered and she wheezed, the image of Kozav’s teal head between her thighs as he lapped at her pussy nearly sending her over the edge.

“Will you let me devour your,” he nibbled her ear and whispered the last word in her ear. “Cunt?”

Grace’s body contracted, trying to curl in on itself with the wave of bliss that overtook her. The hard word coming out of his mouth, dirty and delicious, had tiny orgasmic tremors snatching control. Even she could smell her arousal, the musky scent of her craving for Kozav filling the air.

And he wanted to taste her—taste that part of her.

Taste her
cunt
. Even thinking of that single syllable had her pussy riding nearer to the precipice once more, almost throwing her over the edge into release.

“
Please.
” She wasn’t too proud to beg. Not when she needed her mate with such ferocity. “Please, Kozav.”

He increased the pressure on her center, fingers drawing small circles along her hidden slit. “Please lick you? Please fill you? I will give you whatever you desire,
rasi
. You but have to say the word.”

That’s when her throat closed up, when the reality of having to make the decision creeped up on her. Now… Now her body sang for his and she didn’t care. Her pussy needed to be filled, fucked, and claimed.

By Kozav.

Now.

With that realization came a few other surprising events. In one hurried movement, Grace fell forward and spun around in the sand, her knees rubbing on the uneven surface. But no grating of sand on skin harmed her. No, the ground was silky soft, almost like the bed in their room. The moment she faced her mate, she pounced, pushing him until he fell against the pale sands. His wings spread, stretching out behind him, and she sighed when the sun sparkled over his blue-green scales. So beautiful, yet so deadly. And all hers.

“You. I want you.”

“How?”

She ran her hands along his abdomen, caressing his flat stomach and muscular chest. “However I can have you.”

Every way I can have you
.

“Since you do not have a preference…” Kozav’s voice was practically a purr, like the
rasi
he called her.

Grace was not expecting her world to tumble and turn, for up to become down or for her back to land on the cushioned sand while her mate loomed above her. His wings shielded her from the sun, the glow filtering through the thin flesh. The position of the sun accentuated his size, the breadth of his shoulders and every carved line of his muscles. Strong. Fierce. Powerful.

He encouraged her to spread her legs, placing one foot on either side of him, making herself vulnerable to him. He skimmed her outer legs with his palms, caressing her through the
xina
. “Then perhaps I shall do as
I
wish,
shaa kouva
.” His gentle caresses reached her hips and the lower hem of her top, teasing the cloth and gradually lifting it up her body. “How does that sound, my mate?”

He wanted her. Wanted her to strip for him. Wanted her to make herself vulnerable by choice and not forced circumstance like the last time she’d been half-dressed with him.

She wanted the same. She brushed his hands aside, hating the twist of disappointment in his expression, but that sadness vanished when she finished the job he’d started. She did a half sit-up, giving herself room to lift the shirt up her body and then over her head. She tossed it aside and returned to her relaxed pose. The wind teased her skin, the senchamber-generated sand ghosting over her flesh and her nipples hardened even further. They’d become puckered nubs that were desperate to be touched, kissed, caressed.

“You are so glorious, Grace.” He traced the dip of her waist and skimmed her rib cage before turning his attention to her breasts. He cradled them in his palms, her plump flesh overflowing his large hands, and rubbed the hard tips with his thumbs. “So responsive.” He pinched those bits of flesh, a jolt of pain adding to her desire, and she whimpered in response. “So mine.”

“Kozav.” She arched against his tormenting ministrations, seeking more of the pleasure and aching pain.

He leaned forward, his gaze never leaving hers as he captured one nub with his mouth. He suckled her, licking and nibbling the sensitive bit of flesh. He tormented her left breast before moving to her right, giving it the same torturous treatment. She whimpered and whined, begged him for more and more. Every pull on her breast went straight to her clit, her center anxious to be filled—taken—by him.

He lifted his head and blew a soft puff of air across a damp nipple. “You are mine, are you not,
shaa kouva
?”

Kozav scraped the nubbin with one of his sharp fangs, snatching a pleasurable scream from her throat. “Yes!”

His, his, and his again.

He gave her the same snip of pain on the other breast and then moved on. He kissed the valley between her rounded mounds, going farther south to tease her stomach and then pause at her belly button. “This is where your
dam’s
life cord connected you while she was bearing,” he murmured. “The dragonlets I give you will have the same.” He nuzzled her belly. “I will fill you until you are bearing and heavy with our offspring,
shaa kouva
.”

Grace shivered at the promise and pleasurable threat. “Yes.” She wanted that tie to him, wanted them as connected as possible. “Yes.”

Kozav grunted, this one sounding more pleased than cocky.

He dipped his fingers below the waist of her
xina
pants, plucking the cord that held the soft material in place. “And are you ready to give yourself to me? Ready for me to fill you? Claim you?”

The way he said those words—the deep growl and seductive tone he used… She rocked her hips, lifting them slightly and widening her legs a hint farther, and she sought any friction available. “Please.”

He chuckled. Now that was cocky. But when he untied the cord and slid the fabric down her legs, tossing it away when he was done, she didn’t mind him sounding so cocky. Not when his gaze was filled with wonder and she held his entire focus.

“So glorious.” He petted her newly exposed skin with gentle fingers, teasing the closely cropped curls that shielded her mound and her damp sex lips. “So pink and moist.” He lowered his head, nuzzling her curls and breathing deeply. “Do you know how delicious you smell? I cannot wait to taste you,
shaa kouva
.” Teal eyes met hers. “Say yes, Grace.”

“Yes.” No hesitation. Not ever again.

Grace had been with men before, but never a Preor. Never a male whose dragon gave him a forked tongue. And Kozav used that tongue to his advantage. He slipped along the seam of her pussy, sliding between them to stroke her inner flesh. She arched her back, crying out to the skies while her mate did his best to drive her mad. He licked and teased, flicking her clit with rapid flexes of his tongue and then soothing the overwhelming sensations with gentle laps.

He suckled the bundle of nerves, each one followed by a burst of bliss that consumed her entire body. Her pussy clenched, inner walls rippling with every tormenting caress of his lips, tongue, and teeth. Yes, teeth. Teeth he used to nip her clit and nibble her lower lips. His ministrations were pleasure on the border of pain, but every part reveled in that hint of an ache. She wanted more. She wanted it all.