5
Xia
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Almost entirely covered in snow, I’m on the brink of passing out when a roar forces my eyes open.
The sound of powerful wings cutting through the air overpowers the wind. When two glowing spots of crystal blue manifests in the darkness above me, my heart grounds to a stop before restarting at maximum speed.
Goddess above.
Tess’ words before she left come to me.
I hope a draki finds you and gobbles you up whole.
Maybe Tess should go into business selling her clairvoyance. She’d be rich in no time.
I try to sit up but my limbs no longer work. I’m so numb, the prickles attacking my skin earlier are all gone.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
And here I thought there was nothing worse than freezing to death. Turns out Kahafura really knows how to strap those Rurium steel-toed boots on and kick a person right in the genitals.
Maybe I should beg for my life? No, it’s no use. I’m a human and being treated as a worthwhile being is a fairly new concept for most rur draki.
Besides, I’m sure the cold has frozen my brain because I honestly can’t think of the words I should say to prevent this dragon from having me as its dinner.
Ha! Dinner? Yeah right. Look at the size of that thing. It’s a mountain with eyes and wings. At most, I’ll be like one of those finger treats they sometimes served in the Andrak’s cafeteria. Just enough to enjoy the flavour, but hardly anything of satisfying substance.
So, death by draki it is, then.
Probably still a half-decent joke on irony I can share with my dad when I’m dead.
The dragon reaches for me, plucking me out of the snow with its vicious claws. I’m high off the ground, dangling lifelessly. Being so close to a rur draki for the first time in my life, fear tries to fight its way through my acceptance of my inevitable demise.
The dragon’s body is black but covered in streaks of blue that glow like its eyes in the darkness. I’ve never given it much thought, but if I had, I would have assumed a Secan draki would be white like its habitat.
The cold wind slaps me and I squeeze my eyes shut. Hot tears burn the backs of my eyelids. They leak from under my eyelashes but I can’t feel them on my numb cheeks.
“Kill me quickly.” I muster that much at least.
Death I can accept, maybe what I’ve been searching for all along. But excruciating pain as a dragon’s teeth crush my bones to mush? I’ll pass on that ten times out of ten.
Instead of feasting on me, the dragon spreads its wings and launches itself toward the sky. A scream rises from deep in the pit of my stomach and explodes from me. The air quality in this awful cold is too low for my body to handle and after that scream my eyes droop shut and I pass out.
When I come to, I’m disoriented for a few moments as my brain processes a few important facts:
1. I’m no longer in the sky but in a cave.
2. I’m naked, lying on fur and I’m no longer freezing.
3. The large fire pit nearby is drying my wet clothes, and its heat is quite nice. The warmth from the hard body behind me is even nicer.
Where’s the dragon that was going to gobble me up whole like Tess predicted?
I’m guessing it’s him in his primary form currently caressing my stomach with his large hand. The slight roughness of his palm feels a little too good against my skin.
Alarmed by this Rur being’s touch and the fact that my body is responding to it, I roll out of his embrace so I can see his face.
In the glow from the fire pit, the Secan male’s stunning, silver gaze freezes me in place. This strange, tingling sensation rolls through me and warmth settles between my legs.
Lying on his side, his head rests on his bent arm. Soft lines spread out from the corners of his eyes, his jaw sharp and strong. His long, white hair hangs past his shoulders, a few strands caressing his broad, pale chest. His thick, muscular arms are covered in bluish-grey half-circle scales marking him immediately as a rur draki in its primary form.
He’s handsome. Incredibly so. I’m staring to the point of impoliteness. I know what he is and I know I should hate him, but the voice of logic is drowned out by inexplicable attraction to this male.
Yes. Him.
Not death.
He is the pull.
My skin comes alive with delicious little prickles beneath his gaze. The heat coiling in my stomach spreads lower and I become tight between my legs.
He’s naked too. After treacherously appreciating the impressive width of his shoulders and the way his abdomen is firm, defined muscle, my eyes dip lower. I can’t tell if his penis is semi-hard or if that’s just its natural, unaroused state. Either way, I’m having a hard—ha!—time finding words the longer I stare at it.
“What is your name, human?” His voice is low and silken, compelling me to meet his gaze again.
I hesitate. Giving him my name will form a tenuous connection I shouldn’t encourage. But I can’t not answer when his attention is focused so intently on me.
“Xia,” I say softly.
“Shhaah.” He draws it out because its an unfamiliar word in Rur language.
My name comes from an old language that has been dead for a long time, overridden by another called Human Standard so that all humans can communicate equally. However my dad, in his abundant knowledge of useless human history, sought to preserve some of our ancestry like his father did with him by giving me this name.
“I like it,” he says. “It is beautiful and different. Just like you.”
I purse my lips, trying to ignore the giddiness his compliment inspires in me.
“I bet you say that to all the females you strip naked and feel up while they sleep.”
“Would you have preferred I left you in your wet clothing to freeze to death?”
“Still doesn’t explain why you were touching me.”
“So I could keep you warm.” He snakes an arm over my waist and pulls me close. “And touching you pleases me.”
He nuzzles my neck, inhaling deeply as if the scent of my skin is what gives him life. A low growl in his throat vibrates my body and lights a fiery trail of arousal through me that burns hot between my legs.
His cock is undeniably hard now and its against my stomach, searing my skin.
“Are you insane?” Appalled and unbelievably turned on, I push against his chest. He’s stone under the guise of flesh beneath my touch.
“My dragon woke up for you,” he answers softly. As if that alone explains why it’s perfectly fine for our position to be so intimate.
“Are you talking about your penis? Because that’s apparent.” I should be more afraid of him than I am right now, but for some reason he feels familiar. Like if I already know he has no intention of hurting me. “Let go of me, male I don’t know.”
“I am Adan.” His smile is lazy and indulgent. It amplifies his handsomeness by an absurd and irritating amount. “If you want to call my cock a dragon, go ahead. But that is not what I meant.”
“Well, Adan, I don’t care what you meant.” I frown. “Just because you saved my life doesn’t mean I’m going to fuck you as a reward for your good deed.”
“I don’t want a reward,” he says, leaning his face close to mine. “I just want you.”
The honest way he speaks warms me all over. My experience with males and sex start and stop with Jogen. And even though I’ve enjoyed my encounters with Jogen, he has never been as direct as this male is with me.
“Well, I don’t want you.”
“Your scent speaks the truth when your tongue does not.”
His hand slides over my ass and down my thigh. A soft, involuntary gasp escapes me when tingles erupt where he touches.
You hate dragons, remember?
I do. I really do. I hate them all. They killed my father and they all deserve to die.
My concentration is shot. His caress steals my voice and my will to fight. This male I barely know has his hand between us, questing higher and higher along my thigh to where I’m already wet for him.
Adan’s fingers find the apex of my thighs. He can easily push them between my legs yet he doesn’t. He just leaves his hand right there, a gentle touch that makes me grind my teeth together in frustration. I seesaw between hating him for not going further and hating myself that I want more.
His silver eyes focus intently on me, his lips curved in amusement as if the bastard knows his effect on me. He’s not holding onto me anymore. I have the freedom to move away.
“What…” I start. Don’t do it, Xia. Don’t be a traitor and give in to a draki. But my body is tense, straining toward his fingers. I shift my legs a little to make it easier for him to touch me and my face burns when I speak. “What are you waiting for?”
He doesn’t respond. He holds my gaze for a moment, the hunger in his eyes thrilling me. Then he closes the tiny gap between us, brushing his lips against mine.
It’s such a light touch, but my body’s response to it is strong and overwhelming. This sweet, shivery sensation runs along my spine, arms, and legs, then coils in my stomach. When Adan presses his lips fully against mine, my toes curl and a soft moan escapes me.
I don’t know if I’m doing this because the freezing cold did significant damage to my brain, or that some part of me is grateful he showed up in time and saved my life. I guess I wasn’t ready to die after all.
Maybe it’s because we know absolutely nothing about each other. So there’s something extraordinarily exciting about our intimate discovery.
His tongue slips into my mouth at the same time he pushes his fingers between my legs and up into my wet heat. The invasion reminds me of all the many logical reasons I should put an end to this. Easier thought than done when Adan’s kisses and his thick digits stroking me batter my self-control.
Guiding me to lie on my back, his upper half looms over me as he kisses me. My legs part, giving him better access to fuck me with his fingers.
I’ve been so accustomed to one thing that I never knew it was mediocre. Until Adan. Until this moment as he pumps his fingers into me in quick, short strokes, the heel of his palm rubbing against my clit, sending sweet shocks throughout my body that make me shiver and whimper.
I dig my nails into his shoulder when he sucks my tongue into his mouth, pulling on it as each thrust of his fingers increases the heavy tightness building between my legs.
It’s my undoing when he slips his wet fingers out of me and circles my clit. His firm, measured strokes pitches me over the edge. I cling to him as I come, my body lifting away from the fur toward him. The heat and pulsing between my legs is so intense I have to squeeze my legs together, trapping his hand there.
“That was beautiful,” he growls into my ear as he crawls on top of me.
He pins me with his stare as much as his solid weight holds me down against the furs. His arms are thick, corded muscle covered in blue scales positioned on either side of me so he doesn’t crush me. His hair slides over his shoulder, tickling my chest.
He dips his head and kisses me again. I wrap my arms around his neck and let myself get carried away by our feverish kissing. I don’t want to think about what he is and why I shouldn’t let this happen.
So many days have gone by where all I felt was an unending cycle of anger and guilt and sadness. This is the first in a long time I’ve felt something completely different. Something good. Something that makes my body come alive with pleasure.
Adan’s hands and lips are everywhere, tasting my skin, fondling my flesh. His mouth finds my breasts, his slippery wet tongue curling and lapping against one nipple before sliding over to taste and suck the other.
His groans make me tremble because they sound like an animalistic growl. His fingers dig into my flesh possessively, and I’m super aware of his hard, hot flesh resting heavy on my stomach. That deep, intangible ache return between my legs, making me desperate for relief all over again.
“Adan… please…” I beg him finally because I suspect that’s what he wants to hear.
He lifts his head and meets my gaze, a satisfied look on his face. Nudging my legs wider with his, he guides the head of his cock into me. I grow rigid because even just that bit already tells me I’m in for a rough time trying to accommodate him.
“Relax,” he says. “I will not hurt you.”
“You’re not the one about to have a tree trunk split you in half.” Nevertheless, I do as he asks.
He chuckles softly. “Tree trunk? How many creative names do you have for a male’s parts?”
I’m about to answer, “Too many to count,” but he steals my words and my breath when he pushes into me fully.
I gasp and tighten around him but there’s not a lot of room left for my walls to squeeze, to be honest. I’m stuffed to overflowing with cock and my hips lift as if my own body is surprised by the fullness.
Adan retreats and thrusts into me again, pulling a groan from the both of us. I press my face to his skin, inhaling his clean, natural scent.
Why is this male I’ve never met before so intoxicating? So overwhelming? He kisses me again, deep, hungry, thrusting into me quick and hard just the way my body craves. I moan shamelessly into his mouth as I come, and he groans into mine as he endures me constricting him.