Fire In His Chaos – Fireblood Dragon Read online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Dragons, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
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He lifts his head and gazes down at me, his eyes so beautifully intense. Now, he’ll kiss me, I think. It fills me with a little thrill—I love the thought of kissing. Of sharing that intimacy with someone. It’s been so lonely in the After…

Jurik doesn’t kiss me, though. He leans in, nips at my jaw, and begins to nip a trail down my body.

I decide that I don’t mind all that much about the lack of kissing when he nips his way across my shoulders, sending skittering tremors of pleasure and heat through my body. His mouth feels like a furnace against my skin, impossibly hot yet somehow delicious despite that scorching sensation. He moves ever so slowly down my shoulders and collar, heading toward my breasts in a way that’s far too leisurely and yet makes me clench with so much anticipation that I feel all knotted up inside, in all the best ways.

“Ruh-chul,” he murmurs again, and then looks right at me as he leans down and licks one pale breast tip. His eyes look obscenely gold, like liquid metal, as he takes my nipple in his mouth and toys with it.

I whimper. Loud. My hand squeezes tight at my side, and then I hesitantly reach for him, brushing my fingers over his high cheekbone.

He groans, eyes closing as if my simple touch gives him more pleasure than he ever imagined, and he lifts his head, pressing against my palm, his lips parted.

Dear god, but he’s pretty. I shouldn’t be thinking of a dragon like that, I tell myself. He’s a monster, a killer, a conqueror, a man-eater…but when he rubs his lips against the meat of my palm and gives me a scorching look with his eyes? I pulse everywhere with arousal. Just…everywhere.

Jurik lowers his head again. My hand goes to the thick tangle of his hair as he rubs his face against my breast, teasing my sensitive nipple with his lips and then taking it into his mouth again. His other hand curls around my other breast, his claws terrifyingly close against my skin, but he never grazes me with them. He’s exquisitely careful as he uses just the pads of his fingers to pluck and tease my other nipple in time with his mouth, until I’m squirming and writhing under him, needing more.

I’ve never felt like this. Ever. It’s a mixture of hunger and arousal and need and just a hint of terror and naughtiness. I tell myself I shouldn’t be doing this. That I’m betraying all humans when I like this, but I can’t seem to help myself.

I’ll stop this at any time.

I’ll stop when this goes too far. When I feel like he’s taking things beyond the point of no return.

A small part of me doesn’t care about any of that, though. It wants him to push my boundaries…and then keep pushing, and pushing, until he makes me come undone.

“Please,” I say, and I’m not entirely sure what I’m asking for. Just that I need more of this, more of him, more of his touch, his hungry looks, his affection.

“Ruh-chul,” he murmurs, flicking my nipple with one last tap of his tongue before trailing downward.

I moan, squirming as his mouth travels down my belly, toward my navel. “This…” I pant. “This might be going a little too fast.”

He rumbles a soft, purring sound, as if he’s pleased, and rips at my uniform pants, shredding the fabric easily and pulling it away from my body as if he’s peeling an onion.

“Okay, this is definitely a bad idea.” I watch pieces of fabric go flying as he tears the clothing off and tosses it aside. “I don’t have anything else to wear. I don’t—”

Jurik buries his face between my thighs and makes a sound of pure ecstasy.

All the breath escapes me. When he gently tugs my thighs apart—ever mindful of his claws—I let him, fascinated as he spreads my body open and then gives the seam of my pussy a long, slow taste.

If I thought there was ecstasy on his face before, it’s nothing compared to how he looks now. Jurik looks as if he’s never experienced anything better than licking me. He purrs louder, spreading my folds apart with careful fingers and then diving down again to taste me once more. His tongue is slightly raspy, a bit like a cat’s, and it should feel unpleasant against my softest parts.

Except…it doesn’t.

It feels incredible. My skin is overly sensitized and all the nerves are screaming with awareness as he laps and sucks at my folds, learning my body.

Me, I’ve never done this before. It’s all completely and utterly overwhelming. My body starts to shake, even as his thick, achingly hot tongue sweeps up and down my folds. “Ruh-chul,” he murmurs again, and it sounds so sultry that I shiver…right on his tongue.


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