Page 22 of Emerald Waves (Primordial Protectors #2)

Chapter Fifteen

Caro

My dragon could have easily overtaken the furiously flapping dragon in front of me, but why?

After the challenge I’d tossed out before taking off, no way did I want to win.

First one home tops the other!

In the words of my brother Odem, fuck yeah!

Bring it on my adorably inquisitive archivist and put all of that sexy-ass knowledge to good use.

When I’d tossed the challenge out there it was more to get him motivated, but now that I thought about it, it’d been quite some time since I’d bottomed, and I was game for revisiting it.

Let’s see if he could put the theories into practice, with as much practice as he needed to make certain he’d mastered the skills he’d studied. It was an opportunity I’d never had presented to me, and I was damn sure going to enjoy my fill of being filled.

But only after I pinned that sexy tail to the ground and fucked him until the lawn was wrecked.

There was just something about watching him fly, tail swishing back and forth instead of trailing out behind him for balance. I knew he was doing that to generate more speed, especially with me hot on his scales and just close enough to stretch my neck out and…

Roarrrrr!

My dragon preened in my mind as my mate whipped his head around and snorted at me, resulting in him flying a bit crooked in the process.

You bit me on the ass!

Just a nibble.

Tell that to my poor ass!

I caught a tail to the cheek before he straightened back out and started flapping again.

In my head, my dragon was rolling on its back, laughing at the cheeky response from my mate, almost giddy.

Oh, yeah, we were feeling the effects of going from so deep within the seas to so high in the sky.

It was rare that I went from one to the other without first taking the time to bask in the sand on one of my favorite remote little beaches, that the effects were hitting me a bit harder.

And I was going to enjoy every second of them.

The pitch came into view, and oh my goddess the way his ass looked when he was diving, giving me the perfect view beneath his tail and what he was packing. Lust coursed through me as I sped up, my dragon letting out a roar as he touched down, not out of anger, but sheer and utter lust.

I deliberately landed on top of him, a little rough, but not so much that it would hurt him. A poof of dust went up when I flattened him out in the short, warm grass, and I heard his dragon grunt, then Emerson’s gasp inside my head when he realized what it was I wanted.

How could he not with the evidence poking at his scaly backside?

Rubbing my head along his long, curved neck, I took the time to do what I’d longed to do the first time I coaxed his dragon out. Too bad we’d had an audience at the time, because damn it all, my archivist was one hot fucking dragon.

First you bite me then you pounce me?

Foreplay.

My mind was full of his giggles as I licked over the scales on his dragon’s shoulder and discovered that he shared the same ticklish spot as Emerson’s human form.

I could feel his dragon’s laughter too, body quivering beneath mine, creating delicious friction each time his scales brushed against my cock and lower.

With the way I was straddling him, it was easy to rub against him, nudging a little harder each time, until he got with the program and moved his tail aside.

I could feel his opening teasing the tip of my cock, slick precum weeping from the slit to make mating in this form easier.

Be lucky you don’t share my abilities or I’d have pinned you to the ocean floor and given the whole underwater kingdom one hell of a show.

Oh my…I think I’ve awakened a beast.

Not yet, Emerson, that will come later, when you top me.

You lost on purpose!

You’re damned right I did.

Eeep!

That final thought came as I inched the tip of my cock inside of him, then eased it back out, slow, fuck, I didn’t want to do slow, my dragon and I wanted to fuck him until the earth shook, but this was his first time being claimed in dragon form and I wanted him to welcome hundreds of other opportunities for me to have him this way.

Raw.

Primal.

Letting our dragon’s rule and enjoy the forms most natural to them.

Each time I pressed in a little deeper, until he started to squirm beneath me, trying to press back and take more.

Clamping my teeth around the back of his neck, I pinned his dragon fully to the ground, pressing my chest along his back until the only squirming part of him was that wiggling rear.

The side point of his tail smacked my thigh, the lightest pinprick of pain as it poked between two scales, only serving to enhance my pleasure.

His dragon let out a series of grunts, snorting enough that dust began to poof up around his nose until his face was half-hidden in a mini dirt-cloud.

More!

It wasn’t a request, it was a demand from his dragon, its voice with a commanding edge to it that I’d never heard my archivist use. Was it because he’d been so unsure of his place in our lives that he hadn’t felt comfortable putting one of us in our places when there had been a need?

Oh, goddess I hope he uses it more , I thought, doing exactly what he’d ordered me to do.

I gave him more.

I gave him everything I’d wanted to give him when I’d had him in the Merdragons lair.

It would have been ruder than rude to pin him to walls I knew were not walls but actual Merdragons and fuck him against it until the ocean churned.

I thought of the whirlpool we could have started, if I’d taken him at the bottom of the sea, nothing to anchor us into one place as I thrust into him with the same ferocity as I did now.

My hind claws ripped into the dirt, tearing furrows as I used my grip on the earth to fuel my momentum, my teeth digging into the back of his neck a little more, like the day I’d sought to leave my mark on him as well as my magic.

Caro! Caro! Caro!

The way he chanted my name in my mind, that was all Emerson, while his dragon snarled further instructions at me.

Don’t you dare fucking stop.

Holy shit, it was topping from the bottom, and I fucking loved it.

Since I had no desire to fuck around and find out how that growly beast would seek to punish me if I disobeyed, and my own dragon was thoroughly enjoying the feel of his mate pinned beneath him, I gave in to the urge to fully meld my mind with my dragons until we were one, snarling, determined beast.

His walls clamped around my cock and I couldn’t tell which of us came first, me at the sudden clench, or him, when it didn’t slow my movements.

My vision split, until all I could make out was golden shimmers of light as sunbeams slashed over our bodies, like the shimmer of sunlight on the surf rushing at me as I dove into the sea.

The earth shook beneath us, quaking as I was.

I was gone.

Lost in the pleasure of his body, and my dragon’s urge to rock, just a little, to prove that he was still hard.

Did I tell you to fucking stop!

No, the fuck you didn’t.

Then fuck me, Caro!

He roared when I shifted my hips, and thrust shallow, since he felt so fucking tight, or maybe it was just my knot swelling, the thickness just enhancing our pleasure.

It got to where I couldn’t thrust at all, just rocked as we took pleasure from each other, a sound, like the earth splitting at its core, growing in my ears.

Roaring, we were both roaring now, deep, pleasure filled growls and groans punctuating the roars. Something nearby shattered, the explosion of glass registering for half a second, then gone as I came again.

He quivered beneath me, giant body sending shivers through mine as I fully collapsed on top of him, my teeth easing from the scales on the back of his neck. I wished the imprint of my teeth would transfer to his human self when he shifted, so everyone could see that I’d claimed him again.

Or had he claimed me?

We claimed each other.

I love the way you think.

You truly like it when everyone can see that I’m yours, don’t you? Emerson asked, his thoughts half question and half awe, like he still hadn’t figured out just how much he meant to me.

My fault, I never should have pulled away. I should have sought to make it clear right from the start.

We may have to redecorate, I explained.

Are you changing the subject?

No, I’m answering your question. The reason for the sudden desire for us to try our hands at interior decorating is because I sort of trashed the place rushing through the house in my dragon form when you asked me to come to you and please bring Ionus.

The way you felt the need to explain that you were okay made me feel like you were definitely not okay in the slightest, and I may have forgotten my indoor form in my haste to get to you.

You didn’t damage the horde did you?

No, the door was where I remembered what form I was in, but the point is that I was worried, even more so when we realized you weren’t there.

It was amazing. Seriously the best kidnapping ever.

Well, not being able to find you was the worst thing ever and I never want it to happen again.

I was seriously terrified and pissed at myself for being the cause of it.

I would never have forgiven myself if something had happened to you, Emerson.

I love you. You are the absolute perfect mate for me.

I’m kind of glad I wrecked the house, I want to decorate it with you so we can make it ours.

Maybe we can make a list of ideas, sometime after brunch, on Wednesday, no, it's Saturday today, right?

I think so.

“Then Friday, at the very least. We can talk about themes then, too, I’d really love to frame some maps and hang them. Between us, I’m sure we have plenty.”