Page 59 of Dragon Heir

She steps back. “So he’s going to immediately impregnate me and bind me to him?”

“If he finds you.”

I grit my teeth at the thought. I want to be the one to breed her, to be the first to plow the unturned earth of her body, to break her in and spill my sacred seed into her hungry womb, where no dragon has implanted before.

Yesss, my dragon whispers. Mine.

Despite the thousands I have bedded before, it would be a first for me too. I’ve never allowed my cock to grow in that way, to let go completely and let myself spike a woman. It would kill a human, and probably several other supernatural races. And with a dragon… Well, with what nameless, faceless stranger would I desire that type of intimacy?

Vynessa’s golden eyes meet mine, and I wonder what would happen if she and I made a child right here and now, in this clearing. We’re damp with sweat, and I can smell her cinnamon sweetness, the maddening pull of her heat beckoning me to enter her and breed her full of my line.

The Sun King would kill me if he ever found me, that’s what would happen. Vynessa and my child would never be safe. That’s what has stopped me from answering the irresistible urge to complete her first mating cycle all along.

Her hand rises to cup my cheek, soft skin on rough bristles. “What are you giving up to help me, Sinetar?”

I haven’t had a moment to consider. Vynessa needed me, and I acted. When I curl my hand around hers, though, I know I made the right decision, come what may. I’ve been miserable for so long, thinking happiness was lurking in the next warm hole, but it never was. Right now, even though I find myself in the worst circumstances I’ve ever been in, life feels like it could be good.

It could be wonderful. I could run with Vynessa, hide away with her and our children, fertilize every single one of her nine eggs so that she’d be useless to the king. We would have each other and our family.

“What if you go back now?” she asks. “Make some sort of excuse, like I ran away, and you were hunting me down.”

“You really think I’m that selfish? I would never leave you alone in the forest—”

She cuts off my words by grabbing my shoulders and slamming her lips to mine.

I’ve had many women, dragons, humans, fae, elven, witches, even demons. I’ve fucked five women who lined up in a row, begging for my cock, one after another. I’ve given orgasms that knocked women unconscious.

Nothing compares to a simple kiss from this woman.

Vynessa’s lips are soft and demanding on mine, begging me to come closer and take more. I do. I devour the spicy, sweet taste of her mouth. I lift her off her feet, spin around, and pin her to the pine tree, slamming my hard cock to her hot center. She moans, and I nearly come undone. Her legs wrap around my hips, and she grinds greedily against me. Her hands tear at my dragon tunic, the leathers that let me shift without coming back naked. Right now, I don’t care. I want them off, want nothing between us. I want our naked bodies writhing together in primal ecstasy.

We break off our kiss, gasping for air, and I peel the shirt off and toss it aside. Her golden eyes rake over my toned body before meeting mine.

Fuck the court. I would leave it all behind for one night in her arms, her bed, the stranglehold of her tight, swollen, weeping virgin cunt in heat. I open my mouth to tell her we can run forever when sharp pain sears at the back of my neck. I barely disengage my hold on Vynessa before I’m flying backward. My body hurtles through the clearing, and I slam into another tree. I’m on my feet on instinct, crouched before a snowy dragon staring down at me with white-hot fury.

True.

“Piece of demonling dung,” I growl even as my hackles lower. “I thought we were under attack, but it’s just a guard in a fit of jealousy.”

He hisses, snowflakes drifting up from his nostrils.

Standing to my full height, I brush pine needles from my arms. “If you would excuse us for a moment, Vynessa and I were about to fuck. But then, maybe you’d like to stay and watch me defile our fair princess.”

True shifts into human form, hulking in front of me, his face so red with rage that I’m surprised he’s not breathing fire. “You were supposed get her out of here, not fuck her less than ten miles from the palace.”

I give him a haughty grin. “You knew who you were sending her with.”

“Stop!” The command comes from Vynessa, and True actually freezes.

Vynessa rushes to slide between us, her back to me.

I wrap a hand around her waist and stare over her shoulder in a smug posture, but True’s eyes are only for the princess.

“I made Sinetar stop running,” Vynessa says. “We ran for ten miles, and I asked him to take a break and explain to me what the hell is going on. I kissed him, not the other way around, True.”

Leaning down, I kiss the side of her neck, tasting the salty sweet of her skin, and fuck if she doesn’t shiver. True’s expression grows murderous.

Good.