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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Ruh-chul moves around one of the rooms, delicately touching things, and then sits down on the edge of a long, flat platform. She bounces on the edge, and then lies flat, and I realize it is a sleeping place. The sight of her on her back makes my cock stiffen, and I want nothing more than for her to roll over and present her spine so I can claim her properly.

“Ruh-chul,” I murmur, sitting down on the bouncy edge next to her. It is soft, this sleep platform. I can see why she likes it.

Ruh-chul’s face turns pink again, and she looks over at me with a wary gaze. I remain where I am, because I do not wish for her to be afraid. I do not want to maul her like a beast—I want to claim her as my mate. She has shown me she does not like rough caresses, that she is gentle, so I will be gentle with her. I lightly touch her cheek, hating the mottled bruises that mar her skin.

I will destroy anyone that tries to harm you, I tell her. Even myself.

She sits up slowly, facing me as I turn toward her. I can feel her nervousness. It is obvious on her face, and it permeates her smell.

Do not fear me, I promise her. You are mine to protect. Mine to cherish. I want nothing more than to bask in your light. I take her small hand and raise it to my face, rubbing her small fingers against my cheek.

Ruh-chul touches my face thoughtfully, a curious expression on her face. She lifts her hand and traces over my brows, then moves on to my horn frill. They stand out now that my bushy hair is gone, I imagine, and I hope she does not find me unappealing. Her fingers lightly move up one horn and push against the tip. I have no sensation in them, but her touch makes me hard anyhow.

I close my eyes, leaning in to the sensation of my mate’s touch. Does this mean she is choosing this as our moment? Is this to be our nest? I want to ask her, but my thoughts batter against the blankness of her mind, never received. For a moment, I am filled with frustration. I want to return to Dakh and his mate and ask more questions. I must learn patience, I remind myself.

I am not good with patience.

But then her fingers skim down my horns and trace over my ear, and I fight back a growl of pleasure. Just that small touch is enough to make my cock jerk in response, and I breathe deep, trying to calm my surging need. I want her to explore me. I want her to feel as if she can touch me.

I want her to be eager for our mating, not hesitant.

Her fingers slide across my jaw, and then she brushes them over my lips. I cannot help but react; I nip lightly at her fingertips, using my mouth in the “ks” motion she showed me. Ruh-chul lets out a little gasp, and her arousal scents the air.

I rumble low in my chest, reaching for her. “Ruh-chul?”

She moves toward me, her actions awkward. She holds her shortened arm against her chest, crawling forward on her knees just a hint, until our shoulders touch. Then, she slides her hand over my shoulders, her gaze moving to my mouth as if she finds it utterly fascinating.

“Ks?” I ask. I do not like the barking sounds of the human language, but if coughing a noise at my mate gets her mouth on me, I will do so over and over again, a hundred times over.

“Kiss,” she agrees, breathless, and when I pull her into my arms, I slide her across my legs, into my lap. She gasps when I do, but I feel the hard points of her breasts rub against my chest through her flimsy coverings, and her arousal scent grows thicker. I adjust her against me until her legs are across my lap, my cock digging into her hip. She is turned sideways in my arms, her shorter arm under my shoulder so her free hand can continue to explore my body.

I touch my fingertips under her chin, lifting her face so I can claim my ks.

Her mouth trembles under mine, but the taste of her is utterly sweet. She sucks in a breath when our lips touch, but she does not pull away. If anything, she fits her body closer to mine, as if trying to crawl under my skin. I tease her lips with mine, the way she showed me, using my mouth to caress hers before I dip my tongue into the hot well of her mouth.

Her tongue flicks against mine when I invade her, hesitant but growing in enthusiasm as I lick into her mouth. It feels like I am claiming her, mating her with my tongue instead of my cock. Is that why she is so enthusiastic about this “ks”? She wishes to test things before I claim her?


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