Sacrificed to the Dragon (17 page)

He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her up against him. “Are you saying that for the sake of our child or for yourself?”

She could barely breathe at the feel of his hard body against hers, but she made her mind focus for a little bit longer. She wanted, no needed, to know something before she let him kiss her. And judging by his half-lidded look, he was on the verge of kissing the shit out of her. “Before I answer, tell me this: does your human-half still hate me?”

Chapter Five

Reaching out and pulling Melanie’s soft body up against his had been a mistake. It was taking everything Tristan had to keep both halves of him from ripping off her clothes and losing himself in the curves and valleys of her body.

But then she went and asked him if his human-half still hated her, and his inner dragon roared for him to tell her the truth.
We can’t lose her. I need her. Don’t chase her away.
Find a way to keep her.

He pushed his dragon to the back of his mind. He wanted his human-half in control when he answered her. Because, as he stared into her searching green eyes, all he could remember was her telling Arabella how wonderful she was, or how she’d kept her cool in front of Bram and the clan at the First Kiss ceremony. Then there was the fact that she never wanted him to hide his dragon-half.

That combination in a human female was rare, and even Tristan was honest enough to admit it. He’d won the lottery when it came to his choice of sacrifice and the thought of her leaving him had the human-half of him saying, “No fucking way.”

His dragon gave a rumble before going quiet again. Apparently, his inner beast approved of that sentiment.

Tristan squeezed Melanie’s waist, took a deep breath, and said, “No, Melanie Hall, my human-half doesn’t hate you. If anything, I’d say the bastard is starting to like you a little too much.”

She smiled, but then it faded. Her brows furrowed and she tilted her head. “Now it’s my turn to ask if it’s for your sake or for the sake of our child’s?”

“Both, because right now you’re one and the same.”

Her eyes widened. “Tristan MacLeod is spouting fancy words? Am I dreaming?”

He growled. “I can say pretty words when I feel the need. It’s just that usually I’m too busy arguing with you, you stubborn woman.”

She grinned and he felt liked he’d been punch in the gut. Then she ran a hand up his chest until it rested on the side of his neck. The feel of the soft skin of her fingers against his skin sent a jolt straight to his cock.

It didn’t take much for this woman to set him off.

As she started to stroke his skin, his dragon crooned.

He noticed the playful glint in Melanie’s eye and his human-half pushed back into control just as she said, “There is a time when I never argue, and that involves you, me, and your dragon naked.”

His breath hitched at the same time his dragon roared inside his head at the scent of Melanie’s arousal.
Take her. Devour her body. She is ours.

For the first time since meeting Melanie Hall, Tristan wasn’t going to argue with his inner dragon.

He lowered his head and kissed her. The instant her lips opened beneath his, he growled, stroked her tongue, the inside of her mouth, and then nipped her lower lip before he drew her closer against his body. When her hard nipples and soft breasts pressed against his chest, his dragon urged for Tristan to let him take control.

But Tristan told him,
No. This time, she’s all mine.

The dragon was almost smug as Tristan fisted a hand in Melanie’s long hair and tilted her head for better access. Her taste was fucking incredible. As her hot, slick tongue met his stroke for stroke, he ached to feel that silky, talented tongue caressing his dick.

Melanie moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her plump arse and he released a drop of precum at the sound. Enough was enough. He needed to do a hell of a lot more than kiss her.

He broke their kiss, and whispered, “I need to be inside you, Melanie Hall. Will you let me fuck you under the sky?”

Her pupils dilated and the rush of her scent into the air told him all he needed to know, but he was determined to hear it from her lips.

He raised a finger and traced her bottom lip, and then the top before pressing his finger inside her mouth. She never broke her gaze as she licked his finger before sucking it deep into the wet heat of her mouth.

Yes, he was definitely going to have to let her suck his cock sooner rather than later.

As she pulled harder, he decided it was time to get naked because, bloody hell, at this rate he’d come from her just sucking his finger. He growled, “Say the words, Melanie, so I can toss you to the ground and devour you.”

She grabbed his wrist and pulled his finger from her mouth. She leaned in close and said, “Yes, Tristan. Fuck me under the sky.”

~~~

Melanie’s heart pounded in her chest as she asked Tristan to fuck her. While she’d been turned on during their weeklong marathon of sex, this time, she felt more. This time, she wasn’t giving in to prevent the dragonman from harming her or the clan. No, right now, she desperately needed to feel Tristan’s hands on her skin to soothe the ache coursing through her body.

But it wasn’t just her skin. She also was wet and swollen for him, her clit pulsing and throbbing for attention. It felt like if she didn’t have his cock inside her, and soon, she would die.

Tristan glanced around them, took her hand, and said, “Follow me.”

She blinked as he half-dragged her along, heading for the nearby patch of trees at the foot of the closest hill-mountain. He pushed through the mini-forest, careful to hold the branches out of the way so that she wouldn’t get scratched. The act softened her heart a little. Even when aroused and no doubt battling his dragon for control, Tristan MacLeod was looking after her.

And she liked it.

A few seconds later, they broke into a small clearing and she gasped. Since it was early summer, everything from the grass to the low foliage was a bright shade of green. There was also a little creek bubbling in the distance, lined with what she thought were flowers. The trees made an almost perfect oval shape around the clearing, shading them from all angles but above.

With the hill-mountain rising up behind the trees, it was breathtaking.

When Tristan removed his shirt, she couldn’t focus on anything but the corded muscles of his chest, his abs, and his arms as well as his very thick and enticing tattoo. She definitely wanted the chance to trace it with her tongue.

Untying his boots and sliding them off, he moved to undo his jeans. The next second the jeans were on the ground, and since he was commando, he was now very naked and, glancing down at his thick cock curled against his belly, very aroused.

For her.

She wanted to reach out and stroke all the hard, thick inches of his dick, but then Tristan turned around and bent over. She barely noticed him arranging his clothes on the ground. She was far too distracted by his round, sculpted, and very bite-able ass. After he’d soothed the ache pounding between her legs, she was definitely going to nibble every inch of that fine posterior.

Tristan stood up, turned around, and she drew in a breath at the heat in his still very human eyes. “As much as I like your eyes on me, little human, I think it’s time for you to put your gorgeous curves on display for me to admire.”

He stalked toward her, and within a few strides, stood directly in front of her. “Either take off your clothes or I’m going to rip them off. It’s your choice.”

Wetness rushed between her legs at the thought of Tristan wanting her so badly that he’d rip off her clothes just so he could fuck her.

But she’d let him do that at a later date. They still had to make it back to the main living community and it wasn’t as if she carried around a spare set of clothes in case of lust-related emergencies.

Never taking her eyes from his, she reached down to the button of her jeans, undid it, and then unzipped them. She wished she could just let them fall and be all dramatic, but instead she broke eye contact to shimmy out of them. When she finally had them off, she realized her head was level with Tristan’s cock.

The tip glistened in the sun and she leaned over to taste him, but Tristan fisted her hair and tugged gently. With one last look at his huge cock, she reluctantly stood up and looked him in the eyes again. Her disappointment must’ve shown on her face because he said, “Later, little human. Right now, the instant I thrust into your mouth, I’d come. I want to taste you first.”

Her lips parted. If she’d been wet before, she was drenched now.

Reaching over, Tristan traced the sensitive skin of her belly just above her panties. His touch was rough, warm, and possessive; each stroke sent a little shiver through her body.

Tristan stilled his fingers, grabbed the hem of her stretchy shirt and pulled it up over her head. His gaze caressed her breasts, the curve of her belly, and her full hips before looking back into her eyes. “Take off the rest.”

While his eyes were still human, his voice was deep and husky. The fact that her semi-naked body could do that to him sent a rush of happiness and power through her body.

After sliding down her bra straps, she reached behind and unhooked the band. As her bra fell to the ground, she let out a sigh of relief. She felt free.

But then Tristan reached out and pinched both of her nipples and she forgot everything else as she cried out, “Tristan.”

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 pussy. Instead, she ran one hand down her belly and rubbed her clit through the material of her panties. She whispered, “Here.”

~~~

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 pussy 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 pussy and Melanie cried out. He gave her a quick kiss and said, “You’re so tight and wet, but I want to feel your pussy 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 pussy.

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 pussy.

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 pussy and groaned. He lapped like a cat with milk, unable to get enough of her sweet honey, his cock now hard as steel.