Sacrificed to the Dragon: Part Three (6 page)

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 to 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.”

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Holy fuck. How he deserved this human, 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 causing Melanie to cry 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 think, 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.

Want her. Take her. Fuck her.

Not yet
, he said to his dragon as he thrust his tongue deep in her pussy 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

Melanie could barely think straight. While she’d orgasmed many, many times during her weeklong sex marathon, none of them had compared to the one Tristan had just given her. She didn’t know if it was because of her growing feelings for Tristan or the fact he no longer viewed having sex with her as a chore, but instead as something he desired.

But, quite frankly, she didn’t care because, holy crap, the man had a talented tongue.

But she didn’t have time to dwell on what else he could do with that tongue, because after giving her a very hot, possessive look, he crawled on top of her and cupped her cheeks and said, “That was just the appetizer. Are you ready for the main course?”

Despite her recent orgasm, his words shot straight between her thighs. Somehow she found her voice and couldn’t resist teasing him. “Do they only teach you corny dirty talk in dragon school?”

Tristan gave her a wicked smile and her heart skipped a beat. “Why, did you want to attend and learn a thing or two?”

The image of her attending a dirty talk class with a group of tall, gangly teenage dragon-shifters made her laugh out loud.

He nuzzled her cheek and her laughter died as she drew in a breath. She loved the feel of his late-day whiskers on her skin.

But she was having too much fun with her dragonman and she wanted to tease him some more in case he retreated into his gruff self once they both had their clothes back on again. “No, but maybe you could teach me.”

Tristan growled and he ended her chance to tease him further by taking a rough kiss. Opening to him, she savored the feel of his hot, silky tongue against hers. He moved one of his hands to her ass and squeezed, his touch like a brand on her skin.

She wanted, no needed, to feel more of his skin against hers. She wrapped her thighs around his hips, grabbed his shoulders, and tilted her hips in invitation. She wanted to feel him inside her.

As she rubbed against him, Tristan snaked a hand between them to pinch one of her nipples and then twist. The pleasure/pain made her cry out. Tristan took the opportunity to kiss her jaw, her neck, and then her shoulder. When he moved down her body, she put a hand on his head and forced herself to speak, “No, Tristan. I want your cock this time.”

He looked up. While she saw no sign of his dragon, his gaze was intense. He eased down some more, but before Melanie could work up the nerve to ask him again, he caressed her round belly with both of his hands before he placed a gentle kiss on her lower abdomen.

He was acknowledging their baby.

Her heart squeezed at the action. Tristan MacLeod could be gentle when he tried.

Moving back up to her face, he took her lips as he thrust his hard, long cock inside her. The sudden intrusion was slightly painful, but in a way that was unbelievably good.

Tristan remained motionless, and while she still felt full, she adjusted, her pussy clenching his cock tightly. Her body remembered the way he filled her up, as if he was the perfect fit for her body.

He broke their kiss, looked into her eyes, and said, “This time it’s for us and not for the sake of the contract, okay?”

His fierce and tender look, combined with his words, made her eyes grow misty. Rather than risk her voice cracking, she merely nodded.

Growling, Tristan moved his lower body in slow, long strokes, reaching deep inside her. As his pace picked up, she gripped his shoulders and moved with him, never taking her eyes from his.

His very human eyes.

While his human-half was in control, she knew his dragon-half was there too. She wanted to give his inner beast a reward.

On impulse, she scratched her nails down Tristan’s back hard enough to leave a mark. Rather than frown or scold, he growled in approval and said, “Mark me harder.”

The “before Tristan” version of Melanie would’ve hesitated, but she’d tumbled with a dragon and had survived. So, Melanie scored her nails down his back again. Harder.

Tristan cried out and stilled above her, the cords of his neck taut as he came. Much like before, she could feel each hot jet of semen inside her, and the contact sent her over the edge into her own orgasm.