Free Dragons Don't Forgive by D'Elen McClain Page A

irritation.
    He’s smiling at me with relief written
on his face. I thrust my pelvis against his cock, which has
hardened again. He doesn’t take me up on the offer and walks us
from the lake with my legs tightly circling his waist. “Thank you,
Sierra. I don’t deserve you,” he whispers as I slide down his body
and my feet touch the ground. He takes my hand and pushes me back
so I’m lying in the tall grass. He follows me down and begins
kissing me once more. I’m incredibly relieved that I won’t be left
with this aching burn that needs to be soothed. I want him inside
me and try to wiggle into the needed position. He’s having none of
it. His lips begin a slow descent over my neck to my breasts. I’m
flooded with desire and not happy. Enough with the buildup. I.
Need. Him. Now. Deep inside me so this ache will crest.
    When he gazes at me, his eyes are a
darker violet that I’ve yet seen them. “Relax, Sierra. I need to
make something up to you.” His voice is husky velvet as his warm
breath tickles low over my stomach. He kisses my belly and spreads
my thighs with strong hands. His lips move lower and I can’t gather
air into my lungs until he finally touches me. There.
    He licks over my center, which makes
my hips lift up from the grass. I gaze down and he’s watching me.
He sucks just a bit and I can no longer keep my eyes open. His
hands are now splayed across my stomach and are holding me in
place. One hand glides slowly down across my flesh until he rubs
against my sensitive clit. I moan when his lips replace his hand
and he sucks once more. His finger enters me and he presses hard
against my belly because my hips are starting to buck with my need.
He’s strong and demanding as another finger enters me. My head goes
back and forth and I don’t even recognize the sounds coming from my
throat.
    I need!
    It’s a flame that has risen so high
I’m about to burn from the inside out. “Sarn,” I yell.
    “ Let go for me, Sierra,” he
licks along the seam of my sex and I can’t take any more. A wave of
pure pleasure envelops me and stars burst behind my eyes. Sarn’s
tongue laps at me with the rhythm of my release as his fingers pump
in and out. I’ve never felt anything so exquisite.
    I come down slowly and realize his
head is resting on my belly and my hands are in his hair. I feel a
flutter in my womb at the need I have to hold onto him forever. He
finally peers up and smiles.
    “ Is that making up for what
happened earlier or should I try again?”
    I laugh and he resituates himself so
I’m half lying on him with my head against his chest. “No, you
don’t deserve me, Sarn, but you are stuck with me.” I tilt my head
back a bit so I can meet his eyes. “But you can make up to me like
that anytime you choose.”
    A short while later, Sarn stands and
pulls me up beside him. His cock is jutting out before him and I
realize he’s in need. He shakes his head and gives a small tug on
my hand. “No,” he says and leads me back toward the cabin. We
remain quiet, each lost in our own thoughts until we enter the
front door and I head to the kitchen area. Plates and cups are
stacked in the sink along with two dirty pans. “Did you have
company?” I question curiously.
    He wraps his arms around me and I feel
his heart beating against my breasts. He rests his chin on my head
as he speaks. “Dmitri early this morning and your brother after I
returned from our ride.”
    I snuggle in close. “Dmitri I would
expect, but my brother not so much.”
    He chuckles and it vibrates through
me. “We had a pleasant discussion that left us both bruised and
bloody. After we settled our differences, we shared a
meal.”
    I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “I
didn’t notice bruises,” I whisper against his warm skin while
smiling so big I’m lucky my jaw doesn’t break.
    “ Dragons heal quickly. Your
brother might look a little worse for wear for a few days,
though.”
    I kiss the skin at his collarbone.