Page 5 of Caveman Alien’s Terror (Caveman Aliens #25)

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- Praxigor -

“You no longer do? Let me see if I can change that.” Right next to her again, I reach out and stroke the knuckle of one finger up along her face.

I’m rewarded with a tremble that goes through her whole body. Her breath, already fast and shallow, turns to a little gasp. Her scent is an interesting mix of primal fear and female arousal, with the latter element suddenly much stronger. That is often the way with females of some inferior species — their bodies betray them in the erotically deadly presence of a dragon. They don’t know whether to flee or to offer themselves, but usually they’re overcome with terror and try to escape.

This one has only fled once, which is mildly puzzling. I can’t recall when any woman other than those of my own superior species has lasted this long without either fainting from the terror or running wildly away from me, sometimes into death.

“Which shall it be with you?” I purr into her ear as I run the finger back up her remarkably smooth skin, making sure she feels just a hint of the claw. “I will not pursue you if you run again. No female is worth that.”

She shudders and tries to say something, but it comes out as a croak with no discernible words.

“Ah,” I mock her. “You’re speechless.” I slide the finger along her jawline and up to her unusually full lips. “Speak.”

“I…” she manages, but I slide the claw along her lower lip to shut her up.

“Good try,” I praise her, knowing she understands the sarcasm. “I don’t expect you to actually say anything that makes sense.”

I find myself enjoying this. This is a planet full of male dragon slayers, and it’s been an absolutely terrible few years. I shall enjoy this rare woman as long as I can. She has a roundness and a softness to her that I can’t help finding attractive. Her warm skin tone and the darkness of her eyes have their own allure, being unusual and even more alien.

“I need your help,” the female croaks, her tongue stumbling over the words.

“Mmm. And we all know that dragons are ever so helpful.” I trace the ridge of her nose up to her forehead and rest the tip of one claw in the exact middle, pushing it into the skin so it makes a small dimple. “How I long to make your mud-bound little existence the tiniest bit better.”

She winces at the pain. Her breath is ragged now, small knuckles white around that primitive weapon that she pierced me with. “Please.”

I slide the claw down the side of her head, touching the hair and her ear as I smoothly move down to the side of her neck. I can see her hair move a fraction as the touch makes it stand on end. A small shudder goes through her.

Is she enjoying this?

I take the finger off her. “Shall I stop?”

“No, it’s fine,” she says quickly. “I just…”

I return the finger to her, touching the bare skin on her upper arm and raising obvious goosebumps. “You just wanted to tell me you know about some gold after all?”

Her pink, little tongue shoots out to lick those sensuous, remarkably full lips. “I’m sorry… I don’t...”

Sliding the finger upwards, I let it move forwards to the outside of her pitiful dress until it lightly touches the side of one surprisingly alluring breast. “Oh. Should I stop?”

She swallows. “No…”

It’s fun toying with her. She’s torn between fear and arousal, with neither winning. That’s unusual. Normally, the fear wins easily. But this female is anything but normal.

I push the claw into the thick and rough hide that her dress is made of. It sinks into the softness without touching her skin. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Through the hide it’s impossible to see where the nipple might be, but I take a guess and put the tip of my claw on it. “I really want gold, you see.”

There’s another light gasp. “I’ll help!”

This is more interesting than I thought it would be. She has only run away screaming once, and her scent is more aroused than afraid now. It has its effect on me, too. There’s definitely some hardening down below. I’m getting excited! In the dark and goldless jungles of Xren! Who would have thought it?

I move the claw in a little circle. “Tell me if you want me to leave.”

Another shudder goes through her. “I have to find my friend. Help me find her!”

I take my hand off her completely. “Your friend? The one who’s obviously close with a slayer?”

She looks up at me with big eyes. “That’s Alba. I’m looking for another woman. Maybe you’ve seen her in the jungle.”

“And maybe not,” I tell her. “I wonder which it is.” Pulling back, I half turn as if leaving.

“Wait!” the woman pleads. “Don’t… oh!”

With one quick step I’m next to her again, my finger across her lips. “You keep trying to change the subject into something boring. I see no friend of yours here. But you and I are enjoying our new friendship, yes?”

She nods eagerly, but can’t speak with my finger where it is.

I put the other hand on her hip. “So. If you want me to leave, start talking about your friend again. Or about anything else that’s not gold.”

She just looks up at me, eyes glazed while she breathes fast.

I take my finger off her lips. “Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

Letting my hand slide around her hip to the round rear, I enjoy the extremely feminine softness there. I muse that it’s precisely counterpointed by the hardness at my crotch.

She whimpers and lays her head back to look up at me through thick eyelashes. I don’t miss the way it also exposes her throat, and any experienced male knows what that means in a female. She’s ready for more than just my hands outside her dress.

I use one hand to push her dress down from one shoulder, exposing the bare skin, but the opening isn’t large enough to pull it as far down as I want it. So I add my other hand and rip it open.

The woman gasps again, and her eyes open wider when I tug the hide down to expose one round breast to the air.

“What an alluring body you have, little alien,” I growl as I cup the soft, pliant flesh with one hand and drag my thumb across the already hard nipple. “You want me to enjoy it, don’t you?”

The glassy look she gives me is all the answer I need. Her scent gives no room for doubt. The fear is still there, but the excitement is stronger. I suppose it figures — she’s a female stuck with only the simple-minded slayers for company. How she must have longed for a better male then them?—

There’s a terrible ruckus behind me, high up in the treetops. The female tenses up in my hands and her eyes go wide as she looks past me. “Dactyl!”

I sigh and let go of her. “There appears to be no peace and quiet at all on this planet.”

Turning, I spot the silly creature that’s broken down through the thick cover of treetops high above. It’s a local monster, winged and clawed and seeming to show promise. But it’s not a dragon, being far too simple and stupid. And I know from bitter experience that they don’t have hoards I can plunder.

It comes lower, zigzagging between the tree trunks as it sets up its attack. It’s the first time I see one this close. It’s not as gigantic as some of these things, but it’s about my size and will require some effort from me.

It’s also remarkably ugly. Its beak is full of triangular teeth, set at chaotic angles. Its talons are impressive and almost make me envious. The wings, although leathery and clumsy, make me more than envious — they make me furious. That laughable caricature of a predator flies around freely, while I, an actual dragon , am bound to the ground?!

“Get down!” the woman squeals when the thing comes closer.

I do believe it actually intends to attack.