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  Kei held himself still as all strength drained his body.

  They both sank to the table. After a long moment, he pushed up onto his elbows, relieving her of some of his weight. But he couldn’t leave her body. Not yet. He held his hips firmly against her, keeping his cock deep inside her.

  He listened to the sounds of their breathing.

  He’d never fucked like that before—or come that hard. And it stayed in his thoughts—each thrust, each sensation ran through his mind—replayed. He felt his cock harden inside her. Impossible. He couldn’t recover that quickly. Lorran whimpered as he grew inside her.

  “Kei?” Her voice sounded worried.

  He should leave her. He’d used her hard already. But he couldn’t convince his body to respond. It felt like he’d been waiting forever to be inside her.

  “Shh, shh. Slow and soft,” he promised, feeling none of the impending desire to drive himself into her pussy. Just the lovely feel of her cunt. He straightened and settled his hips behind hers. He pulsed deep inside her. Her passage clung to him, trying to hold him in place.

  Lorran blinked and stared into the fire, feeling the slow throb of arousal. Her body was exhausted but she couldn’t fight the tingling pleasure. It was just as he promised—slow and soft. Short thrusts deep inside, massaging her inner walls. The rise to climax flowed through her body. It was a long steady climb.

  She had no idea how long she lay there, flat against the table while Kei fucked her from behind. She only knew the tension built slowly to an unbearable level, until she begged for him to let her come.

  He adjusted, giving her the deep caress she needed. Release built through her body, long and deep, just like his loving.

  “Mine,” he whispered as he poured himself into her for a second time.

  * * * * *

  In the early morning hours, Lorran lay in bed, staring into the darkness. The weight of Kei’s arm was heavy around her waist, holding her back to his front. Her heart was slowly returning to normal. Kei was asleep. Her body was exhausted but her mind raced with possibilities. And reality.

  What had happened tonight? By the pale light of the triple moons shining in the window, she could make out the lines of her dining table. Would she ever be able to look at it again without thinking of Kei bending her over it, riding her hard and long? The steady rhythm of her heart increased at the thought, when her body should be sated.

  Her husband had come to her bed on a consistent basis, until it was clear she was barren. Then he’d taken his pleasure with the women in town. After Brennek had left her bed, she’d missed the physical contact and the gentle orgasms she’d reached.

  None of it could compare to the feeling of Kei inside her body.

  Even now, her body quickened, looking for more of the delicious sensations. It was impossible. She’d lost track of the times she’d climaxed. Kei had carried her to the bed and mounted her again and yet again. She pressed her lips together, crushing the whimper that threatened. Her body was sore but beyond the slight pain was the need—she wanted him inside her.

  “Hmm?” Kei shifted behind her, rubbing his chest against her back and pulling her more tightly against his hips. The rough brush of the hair on his thighs scraped the backs of her legs. Lorran took a deep breath, hoping to calm her rapid heartbeat. It didn’t work.

  Kei’s hand slid downward and brushed lightly against the top edge of her bush. He stroked the pale hair, lazily running his fingers through the curls. Almost unconsciously, Lorran tilted her hips forward, trying to catch the tips of his fingers, wanting to guide his random strokes.

  “More?”

  The word was mumbled into her hair. She didn’t know if Kei was asleep or awake but it didn’t matter. He reached around and slowly turned her until she faced him. His hand slid down the outside of her thigh and pulled her leg forward, opening her pussy to him. In a drowsy movement that seemed to last forever, he slid his hard cock inside her sex. Lorran tensed for a moment, the thick length still new to her body. As the penetration was completed, she relaxed, the aching need gone.

  Slow short pulses rocked his shaft into her cunt—soft and sweet, as if he needed the connection between them as well. His hand slipped down and met the point where their bodies were joined. There was no move to make her come—just the union of their bodies.

  Kei pulled her head down to his chest and seemed to settle deeper into sleep.

  What would he think when he woke up the next morning? Would he look at her in disgust? Would he remember? Had somehow the dragon already begun to influence his behavior? It didn’t make sense. None of the dragons she’d studied had shown any sexual interest in her. No, there had to be another explanation.

  It was probably the same drive that had sent Brennek to the village girls while his transition lasted. Her eyes began to droop. And she vaguely acknowledged that she was drifting to sleep with her questions unanswered—and Kei’s cock buried inside her.

  She awoke to the sound of her own groan and the thrust of Kei’s shaft into her. Her eyes popped open. He was above her, watching her intently as he drove into her pussy.

  The heat in his eyes was marred by a hint of something else—pain? Fear? At what? The dragon? Her rejection? She didn’t know. She only knew she wanted to banish it. She curled her legs up, wrapping her ankles around his waist. She used the leverage to pull him deeper. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second and she was satisfied by his sharp intake of breath. He pulled slowly back, as if savoring the clinging of her walls to each inch of his cock. His eyes still drilled into hers, he pushed in deep. Her body rushed to accommodate him but it was still tight. She wiggled, trying to take him deeper. She wanted it all—more of what he’d given her last night. His strength, his power, his seed. Everything that he offered—that he needed to give—she wanted.

  “More?” Kei growled, interrupting her scattered thoughts. “You’ll give me more pussy?”

  He asked softly but she heard the pain, and answered.

  “Yes, Kei. All that you want, all that you need.”

  Chapter Five

  She could never have imagined how those words would haunt her in the days that followed. He’d asked for access to her body and she’d given it—willingly. Often.

  Lorran looked down at her body—her breasts were bare, the edge of her gown clinging to her nipples, a last bit of modesty. She didn’t know why she bothered. Kei would have her naked and spread in moments.

  He’d seduced her with so much more than his touch. He’d talked and listened. And fucked her. She squirmed as the simple word invoked the complex memories of his mouth and tongue, cock and hands, him filling her body. She groaned silently and relaxed on the bed.

  In her more self-deluding moments, she was almost able to convince herself that she’d allowed his attentions to ease his need for sex. To keep him comfortable while he made the transition.

  With her body empty and aching to be filled, she knew it was a lie. In four days, she’d become addicted to the pleasure he could provide. She’d gone from modest to wanton.

  His prediction had come true. She’d learned to crave the feel of him inside her. She would never lose the sensation, the thick throbbing length of his cock in her pussy.

  And worse—she’d never lose the memory of him in her life. She didn’t know how it had happened but she was learning the man. He was much more than a warrior or a King who ruled a nation. He’d become her companion, working around the cabin, filling the day hours between mounting her and doing odd jobs, building furniture, sealing gaps in the logs.

  He’d somehow fit himself into her life.

  It was not a good idea, she acknowledged. She couldn’t grow to care about him, either as a man or a dragon. It was too risky. She knew Kei’s future and it didn’t include her.

  His future was a ragged life in a rock cave creating havoc until someone found the strength to destroy him.

  She took a long breath and looked at the situation with stone cold distance. Kei l
iked having sex with her. She liked it with him. They would leave it at that. She’d separate her observations from their physical relationship. She would keep her distance. It wouldn’t do to fall in—she stopped herself before she could even think the word.

  With a groan, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back on the pillow. Could she do it? She just had to focus on the pleasure he gave her. It wasn’t difficult. There was no way to escape the memories in this cabin. The sights and smells would forever remind her of Kei’s touch and the feel of him. She shifted around on the bed, cognizant of her solitude.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  She opened her eyes. He’d returned from the waterfall and waited beside the bed, fucking her with his eyes.

  “You.” The breathless honesty of her answer seemed to please him.

  “Tell me.”

  Lorran’s first reaction was to refuse. She still hadn’t grown used to the words or the power of his attraction. Then she looked into his eyes. He was fighting his demon tonight. He stared intently, waiting for her.

  Lorran inhaled deeply and tried to speak her desire. “I was imagining you inside me, hard and thrusting.” The words sent physical memories through her body. She raised her arms over her head and closed her eyes as the dream took her. “You’re so thick and fill me so deep. Over and over you slide into me. Hmmm. More,” she sighed.

  “Is that what you want?” Kei’s voice dropped to a deep gravelly sound. “A hard fuck? From me?”

  Lorran opened her eyes and smiled. Power and seduction flowed in her veins. She could make this man want her—something she’d never imagined before. “Yes. A long, hard fuck.”

  She held his gaze while she reached down and pulled her nightgown up. She watched his eyes. They started to glow then turned almost black as she lifted the material above her waist. She bent her knees and spread her thighs. Her fingers teased the top edge of curls protecting her femininity. Kei licked his lips and stared at her sex, his eyes captured by the sight.

  “I love your mouth,” she whispered. His body tensed. “The way you lick my pussy, taste me. The way you push your tongue inside me.” A shiver moved over her body and she moaned. “It’s so good.”

  She never saw him move. He was beside her, on top of her, his hands flung the rest of her skirt out of the way and his mouth was hot against her cunt before she could react.

  He covered her sex with his mouth and eased his tongue deep inside. Lorran cried out and grabbed the back of his head. He licked the supple lining of her flesh, teasing her, tasting her until she could only gasp and beg. And she did, filling the room with her cries, her pleas for more.

  The first climax slammed into her body. This was what he gave her—the constant pleasure. And the need for more.

  “Oh, Kei, more. Please.”

  He growled as he moved up her body and Lorran opened her arms to welcome him.

  “Inside me. Please, come inside me.”

  She watched his eyes flare and then he was there, hard and deep and filling her.

  “Oh, yes. Kei, that’s so good.” Words tumbled from her mouth as he began to move. Every thrust he went deeper, as if he wanted to climb into her body, become a part of her. She watched his eyes. The dragon was growing stronger.

  The idea made her tense. Kei pushed in to the hilt of his shaft and held himself there, stretching her tight passage.

  She stared into his eyes and was struck by the pain. The beast was on him tonight. Lorran reached up and smoothed her hand down his cheek.

  “I need you tonight,” he whispered. It was a plea and the need came from a place she couldn’t understand. But she couldn’t leave him to ache like this.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  * * * * *

  The bleak light returned to Kei’s eyes the next morning. In the cold dawn, there was no way for her to comfort him. And he didn’t seek her comfort now. He knew his destiny as well as she did.

  After cleaning the cabin and watching Kei stalk into the forest, Lorran decided to walk to town. She needed the time to herself and she was out of some staple items.

  Lorran lifted her chin as she walked into the General Store about an hour later. The glares that were sent her direction were not new. She’d grown used to the disdain of the townspeople. But today it was different.

  Always before she’d been able to ignore their taunts, knowing she had righteous virtue on her side. But now, it was true.

  She’d become the dragon’s lover. Dragon’s whore is what they’d call her.

  He’d been relentless last night, pushing her ever higher and himself ever deeper as if trying to banish the darkness with her body. Her legs ached. Her pussy throbbed from the constant pounding. And more was the memory of her own voice begging him to fuck her, to come inside her. She blushed as the door closed behind her.

  “Mistress Lorran, welcome.” The storeowner, Mr. Fiya greeted her with a friendly smile. Many in town didn’t approve of his serving her. They wanted her to leave and hoped if she were unable to purchase goods, she would do so. He’d shrugged and welcomed her anyway. Fiya owned the only store in town so few could afford not to patronize his shop.

  “Mr. Fiya,” she said.

  “It’s been awhile since you’ve been by. I bet you’re desperate for some fresh flour.”

  “I am.” She followed him around the small store, dismissing the small group of women who gathered to stare at her. It was a stare designed to intimidate. Most days, Lorran had no problem ignoring them but today, she felt decidedly conspicuous.

  “Humph,” one woman grunted as Lorran passed by. The woman led the crowd as they pointedly turned their backs to Lorran. The situation suddenly seemed so ridiculous. These women didn’t understand. They never would.

  Lorran squeezed her lips together and resisted the urge to open her arms wide and shout, “Yes, I’m fucking a dragon and it’s incredible.”

  Fiya gathered her order and placed the items in a rough cloth sack.

  “Now, Mistress, you be careful on the walk home,” he warned. “Effron’s been particularly nasty these last few days. Don’t know what’s got him so riled up.”

  Another dragon in the neighborhood. Lorran kept the comment to herself. No one knew about Kei and it had to stay that way. Riker had somehow managed to keep it a secret. Kei still sent and received daily messages from the Castle. He gave instructions to his advisors and commanders but only provided vague assurances of his recovery and imminent return. She didn’t understand it but she had a feeling there was someone at the Castle he didn’t trust. She didn’t think it was Riker. Kei spoke of him with great fondness. There had to be someone else.

  “Dragon whore.” The hissed comment snapped Lorran from her thoughts. She raised her eyes and stared defiantly at the women crowded at the back of the store.

  Mr. Fiya placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t let them get to you,” he whispered. “You just keep on doing what you’re doing.”

  Lorran nodded and walked out. And what am I doing?

  That question haunted her as she walked home. The past week had changed her. She’d gone from an observer to a participant. Even now, she couldn’t believe the things she’d done with Kei. When they’d started, she never realized the danger. The obvious danger of living with a man about to take on dragon form had proven easy to endure. No, the true danger had been to her heart, during those quiet moments after the loving, when Kei held her in his arms and told her of his plans for the Kingdom; or those meals when Kei listened intently as she discussed her research; or the long hours when he loved her body, whispering hot sexy words and showing her how desirable she was.

  She was falling in love with him. Her steps slowed as she left the town and started down the path to her cabin. In love. With a dragon. This was what she’d feared last night.

  Dammit, she couldn’t do it again. She hadn’t been in love with her husband but that would make this time so much worse. The pain as Brennek had turned from her
, as the dragon Cronan had ignored her presence, was an ever present wound. She’d tolerated it because she’d committed herself to Brennek. And because she felt responsible for his change.

  But how much worse would it be when Kei changed—when he turned from her, not wanting her touch. When he stepped around her to reach for a woman he’d kidnapped from the village. Her throat tightened and she swallowed deeply, trying to dislodge the lump that had formed.

  She had to stop it. Somehow. She had to step back. She’d lost her ability to observe, involved herself too deeply in the subject. The few others who studied dragons as she did had warned her not to get involved. She had to remain separate—apart from the victim. Sympathy only led to pain. Dragon’s rarely lived for long and they made rotten friends.

  This time, she’d let herself get involved with the human but the result would be the same.

  She pressed her shoulders down. Well, she’d just have to get herself uninvolved. How hard could it be? She would keep her discussions with Kei strictly to learning how the dragon was impacting him. And she wouldn’t watch him as he split wood or worked in the garden. She wouldn’t wait for his reaction to dinner to see if she’d pleased him in some small way.

  She could do it, she silently vowed. In the interest of her own sanity, she could pull herself away from the Kei.

  Until nighttime. Then, what was she going to do? Each night as they ate dinner, his eyes would begin to warm and with a word or a slight tug of his hand, he would lure her into passion.

  It didn’t take much to get her into his arms. Just the hint of fire in his gaze. He’d watch her, pierce her with those hot eyes as if he wanted to look away but couldn’t. She’d fight the pull, until the pressure became too much and they’d fly together, desperate to be united.