Astrid

 

 

was beside herself in fright. The last thing she wanted was Tem harmed on her account. She struggled against him, trying to find a way to break free and put distance between them.

But Tem didn’t let go of her. Instead he pulled her closer to him so that the globes of her bottom rested against his hips. Her frantic attempts to get away resulted in her shimmying against his body. But he held her fast and Astrid became very aware of not just the dragon’s heat against her back, but his arousal as well.

“She won’t hurt me,” he whispered hotly in her ear. “And with what you know about her, she can’t hurt you either.”

Astrid gasped as Tem pushed his hips and the sheathed length of his cock between the cheeks of her derriere. But Tem held her tightly so that she couldn’t wriggle away.

“Ssh, ssh, relax. I can handle Rhea.”

His voice was soothing and she stopped struggling. Astrid was so very aware of his hot breath on her neck and the strength of his arms holding her. His intoxicating scent, hot and male, hung around her and she couldn’t help but breathe it in. Her senses spun dizzyingly and Astrid melted against him.

Part of her knew she was succumbing to the seductive power of Tem’s dragon, but another part of her yearned for his touch. When the servants first led her away from Tem, she had nearly panicked. At first, she didn’t know if it was fear from being in a new place. But the longer she spent away from Tem, the more her anxiety had grown. But now, with his body pressed to hers, she understood why.

Grandmother had never told her about this intense yearning to be near a dragon.

This went beyond a wish, or a desire. She had never felt need shake her to her very core like this; as if she couldn’t touch him she would die. But his touch, instead of satisfying her, fueled a deeper hunger for more. He stroked her hair and her body shook under his caresses, yearning for his hands to touch her flesh. She craved the brush of his fingers on her breasts, her stomach and, God help her, between her thighs. A little sound escaped her throat as Tem nibbled on her ear, which sent an explosive jolt through her. 

It was too much. She couldn’t make sense of this and she desperately wanted to slow this down, to understand what was happening.

“You said you would explain things to me,” she said.

“I think,” he said in low voice that sent tingles down her spine, “you’ve explained more to me in a few short sentences than my family has told me in my entire life. They made it sound like humans always hated us, but that wasn’t the truth.”

And sharing thoughts?

There were rumors, as I said, almost myths, of certain humans who could do that. But I never heard of the seneschals, so there was nothing to connect it with.

But you heard something about that?

It was more in the context of having a special bond with a human.

A romantic bond.

Yes.

But I can speak to many dragons.

Yes.

So what we have isn’t romance?

“I wouldn’t say that,” said Tem, whispering in Astrid’s ear. He stroked her hair and she leaned into the touch. “The heat from your body travels through me like electricity. When we were in that cell, your hands kindled a fire, not just in my body, but in my soul. Do you know how rare that is, to touch a dragon’s heart?”

“Funny. I’ve studied dragons all my life but I find I know nothing of a dragon’s heart.”

He turned her around to face him.

“Up until now, I thought I did. But I find I was wrong.”

Tem bent his head and covered her mouth with urgent hunger. The heat of his mouth on hers sent shivers of naked desire down to tips of her toes. She took his questing tongue greedily and caressed it with her own. His hands cupped her face, holding in place as he took his fill of the flesh of her mouth.

Her knees wobbled under as waves of sensual pleasure washed through her body. The world slipped away into one sensation after another as Tem broke the kiss and worked his way down to her breasts. He cupped one, and squeezed it. In Astrid’s lust filled state, that one moment sent white heat tingling between her legs.

With a wicked glint in his eye, he unbuttoned her shift and peeled away the top to expose the creamy and round flesh of her breasts. Tem fingered the tips of her nipples and felt them harden by desire with his thumbs, making little circles around them. Finally he flicked his thumb against the nub, now over sensitized by Tem’s attentions.

A little noise escaped her throat and instinctively she pushed her hips to connect with his. His shaft pulsed beneath his clothing and Astrid wanted to feel more of him.

Soon. He sent this single word as if he was unable to say more. Tem’s mind was aflame and he was in the same state as she, wanting, needing, a primal urge filling him that he could not control.

Astrid did not want him to.

Soon. He urged again as a plea. She sensed that as much as he wanted her, he was holding back too and Astrid did not understand why.

Oh, my Astrid, you cannot know. We do not do this, like this. Not since the beginnings of our race.

His words made no sense, but then again what drew them together didn’t either. Tem wanted her and she returned that feeling wholeheartedly.

We’ll be bound together for the rest of our lives. Do you want that?

Did she? She hardly knew. And right now her thoughts were too scrambled to think. Astrid dropped her hand to his hard shaft.

Tem groaned.

I know I want you, Tem.

He sucked a nipple sharply into his mouth and her breathing sped as her heart did a dance in her chest. Tem nipped the nub with his teeth and Astrid gasped. With a swirl of his tongue he laved away the pain and a wave of shivers rolled through her body.

“Please,” she pleaded.

Astrid swore she heard an approving rumble from Tem’s chest. He walked forward, pushing her back, one step, then another, and a third and fourth. Something hard hit her back; a wall or one of columns of the big room.

Tem fingered Astrid’s prison guard uniform.

“Time we get rid of this,” he said and, reaching behind her, grasped the dress on either side and ripped it in half along the back seam as if it were tissue paper. The remnants fell at her feet and revealing that Astrid wore only a black lace garter and her black stockings.

His eyes raked her body and fell to her nearly naked hips. Tem fingered one of the straps that ran down her waist to her upper thigh.

“Astrid, you are full of surprises. I haven’t seen one these in a long, long time.”

She shrugged. “You were in prison for twenty-four years.”

“Before that,” he said huskily. “Where are the panties?”

“Laundry.”

“Lucky laundry,” he said. “Fortunate me.”

Astrid was totally exposed and vulnerable to the sexy dragon and as he raked her with an intense gaze filled with lust, she quivered. How did just a look wash her with pleasure?  It was if she was an instrument and all he had to do was pluck any part of her to draw out her pleasure.

Tem brushed his fingers against her mound crowned with reddish hair and she whimpered.

“You like that?” he said.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“This is so glorious. A true redhead.” His fingers explored the cleft of her mound inciting her desire to a level she had never experienced.

“Spread your legs.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Spread your legs,” he said in a seductively low voice and she could not refuse. He dropped between her legs and kissed her mound.

Your perfume is so sweet.

Astrid gasped as he buried his tongue in her cleft. He lashed her sensitive flesh with long, questing strokes, seeking pleasure spot. And when he did, the fire that ran up her spine nearly overloaded her brain.

“Oh!” she whimpered as he continued his sweet assault. Without thinking she grabbed his dark hair and pulled him closer.

You want more?

Yes. Oh, yes.

Tem’s fingers quested the tender petals of her entrance, seeking the way in.

You are so wet. You’re killing me, Astrid.

His fingers found the entrance and he slid the tip of his finger inside and Astrid squirmed at the delightful sensation. It was so terribly intimate. And new.

Tem drew back suddenly as if catching her thoughts.

“Wait?” he said. “You’ve never done this?”

She bit her lip as she met his gaze.

“I’ve never done anything, Tem. At least nothing serious, with anyone.”