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“Claim and ride your dragon, discover the magic in you and live your dreams now.”

—Unknown

They flew to San Stefano, northwest of Athens, by dragon back in less than an hour.

Lizzy oohed and ahhed over Divina’s feather dragon form, and the ostentatious female preened and fluffed her feathers accordingly, showing them off to the greatest effect.

Despite Ben’s barely leashed need to Claim her, and Lizzy’s equally desperate need in return, they followed Divina’s lead to her island paradise via the scenic route, chasing each other through rolling clouds as the sun set over the horizon.

Ben more felt than heard Lizzy’s gasp of delight as they approached the sprawling limestone villa surrounded by olive trees overlooking the Ionian Sea from atop a dramatic cliff.

Lights were strung along every tree in the olive groves, and fires flickered in tall torches. A gigantic pool ran all the way to the edge of the cliff, then leapt over it in a pristine waterfall that looked like a sheet of translucent glass from afar. Lush gardens and manicured mazes created a unique pattern as seen from the sky.

Your quarters are in the east wing , Divina communicated through their animal spirit link.

Refreshments await you. There is a heated natural spring pool in the bathing chamber adjoining your bedroom. Make use of it.

The feather dragon flew close for a moment to let Ben see her slow saucy wink.

Andros and I bid our goodnights. We shall see you tomorrow…or whenever you’re ready for company.

Your treasure hunt can wait. Focus on the treasure in your arms for now.

With those parting words, Divina veered off to the left. Andros saluted them from her back.

Soon, Ben landed in a large, secluded courtyard surrounded by decorative, ivy-wrapped columns and tightly packed sentinels of cypress trees. The entrance to their guest chambers, both the bedroom and the bath, could be seen a short distance away. Gauzy curtains lifted with a gentle breeze. The warm glow of torches and candles flickered from within.

A large outdoor bed piled with pillows and shaded by a pergola practically bursting with roses and peonies sat on the edge of another pool, this one half the size of an Olympic pool. Downright tiny, compared to the larger-than-life extravagances that the villa boasted.

Lounges and chairs scattered around it casually, their style both modern and ancient, exquisitely made and comfortable-looking too. Next to the bed were a couple of stone tables on each side, bearing platters of fruit, cheeses, nuts, bread and pitchers of wine.

The love dragon had certainly been busy preparing for their arrival, Ben thought, bemused.

And feeling a little shy.

Amidst this fantastically romantic vista, even the most stoic of men couldn’t help but succumb to its amorous effects. Especially if a willing partner was within reach.

Ben certainly didn’t need the extra help. He was feeling plenty amorous already. He didn’t know how he managed to stop himself earlier in the market square from lifting Lizzy’s skirt and taking her right then and there.

But now that they were alone, perhaps he should pace himself. She might be tired from a whole day of exploring the city. They could—

“Oomph,” he grunted when Lizzy launched herself into his arms with enough momentum to knock him back a step.

She kissed him ardently, sloppily eager rather than seductive, arms wound tight around his neck like a spider monkey.

Happily for Ben, he was easily seduced whatever Lizzy did.

An adorable wrinkle of her nose could get him hard. One of her half-smothered sneezes made him hot enough to burn.

He secured her to his body with one hand gripping each of her thighs, and he kissed her back as if his life depended on it.

Somehow, he managed to stagger toward the outdoor bed until the back of his calves met its edge. He turned at the last second before falling to throw her onto the luxurious mattress before following and covering her completely with his body.

But she wasn’t having it. Before he could trap her beneath him, she pushed and rolled until he was splayed flat on the bed with her sitting astride him.

Keeping their mouths fused, she undulated on top of him, rubbing herself against his stone-hard cock as if he was already inside her. Abrading his sensitive, weeping tip until he pulsed on the edge of orgasm, his entire body locked up tight.

“Love…” he rasped.

“Wait…”

Ben was a man of ironclad control. But he’d been waiting an eternity to make love with her like this. If she didn’t stop moving, he’d explode in his pants like an untried boy after his first wet dream.

She pulled off long enough to look down at him, her eyes bright and fierce, lips swollen and wet. Her hair was tousled around her face, as if she’d repeatedly tossed it while riding him hard and rough to one blissful completion after another.

Gods! What a picture she made. Like every love goddess of every culture across the history of time rolled into one.

Then, instead of giving him a few moments to calm down, she shoved his shirt up at the same time that she pushed his drawstring pants and underwear down, and took his swollen crown fully into her mouth.

Sucking hard .

Ben jackknifed upright as his body buckled and jerked, a startled shout ripping gutturally from his throat.

Raising her eyes to meld with his, she hollowed her cheeks as she hoovered his glans, just the plum-sized head of him fitting in her mouth. One hand gripped his shuddering stalk and squeezed in time with his pulsing release. The other hand rolled his stones, milking him continuously as she drank him down.

A small eternity later, when he was twitching helplessly from over stimulation, she finally released him with an audible pop from her hot little mouth. He hoisted her up his body and rolled her to her back, this time succeeding in pinning her down.

He moaned helplessly as he kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue. She moaned too, sucking on him, biting his lips, as her fingers dug into his naked ass cheeks like kitten claws.

“That was so hot,” she rasped, now sucking bruises along his throat, making him hiss.

“You taste so good. Maybe we should start every morning this way. You waking up with a blowjob. Me powering up with a protein shake.”

What was it about her that turned him on like nothing else ever could, while making him laugh at the same time? None of her other incarnations ever made him feel this way.

Only Lizzy.

“Mmm, this ass…”

She dug her claws in a little deeper, making him feel it.

“I’ve been watching videos about eating a man out and pegging his prostate...”

“What—” he started, pushing up a little.

She pulled him back down and managed to bite his pec, right near his nipple, distracting him, as she rubbed up against him like a frisky cat.

“Did you know that your P spot is like my G spot and your penis is like my clit?”

“Lizzy…”

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Never could he have imagined that this was her brand of pillow talk. And never would he have bet that he’d be so aroused by it he was on the verge of climax again.

“The best orgasms come from inside,” she went on, as serious and intent as if she were giving a PhD dissertation.

“Of course, the ultra best orgasms come from dual stimulation. I want to do that to you. For you. I want to be inside you the way you’re inside me. Maybe we can get one of those vibrators with a remote control so I can play with your P spot while you’re pounding into me. What do you think?”

Holy hell!

“Where did you—”

“Pornhub. And a bunch of other websites. I’ve been doing research.”

She said it gravely, as if this research was en par with her most challenging archeological expeditions, requiring all of her concentration and dedication.

“Don’t want to be handicapped in the sex department just because I’m technically a virgin, you know? I want to make you feel good.”

“Lizzy,” Ben finally interjected, “ everything you do makes me feel good. You don’t have to try.”

“But I want to try,” she said, a determined, stubborn frown creasing her brow.

“You deserve a-a-Mate who tries.”

Ben’s heart somersaulted with sheer elation at her hesitant words.

Mate .

She was his Mate.

She was acknowledging it. Owning it.

“A Mate who puts your pleasure first,” she continued, her voice gaining strength and conviction.

“And I’m not being self-sacrificing. When you came just now? God! It felt like I was coming vicariously.”

Her eyes were wide with amazement.

“Actually, I think I did cream my panties. You’re so freaking beautiful when you lose control like that.”

It was time to return the favor, Ben decided.

With more dexterity than he thought he possessed, still tingling all over from his recent release, he untied the braided belt at her waist and the knot at each shoulder, loosening her dress and pulling it off. The drenched panties quickly followed.

She wore no bra, her perfect breasts laid bare under the pale moonlight that beamed down upon them through the roofless pergola. Impatiently, he tore his own clothes off and tossed them aside.

And then, it was just them.

Naked under the night sky. Bared to each other in ways they’d never been before now.

She gazed up at him with wonder and joy in her bright gray eyes.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he returned.

Slowly, her lips curved in a teasing smile.

“This is where you put that ridiculously perfect cock inside me and take me to heaven,” she instructed.

He gripped the base of the cock in question and shifted until his knees were braced on each side of her torso.

“This the cock you want?” he growled.

She licked her lips hungrily, staring cross-eyed at his sex.

“How is it you’re still so hard?” she wondered breathlessly.

“I’m always hard for you,” he gave her the truth.

“Is this a dragon thing?” she asked.

“It’s a Ben and Lizzy thing,” he answered.

“Awesome. Now come closer so I can taste you again.”

He did as she bid, thrusting just the head of his erection between her lips, letting her swipe her tongue around his crown, lapping the pearls of precum from his slit.

When she started to suckle in earnest, he pulled away. This time, he was determined to come against her womb. Determined to nail each and every one of her “spots” before he found his own release.

He shifted until he was positioned between her spread thighs. He spread them wider by splaying his own between them.

Her slick folds opened to his heated gaze, like plump lips pursing for a kiss. He ran his thumb gently along the tender flesh, rubbing her juices over her nubbin, dipping inside to gather more.

She bucked against his hold restlessly, hips flexing, pussy clenching. More juices leaked out, making her most intimate skin glisten.

He hoisted her lower body up by her thighs and leaned in for a taste. But one long lick along her quivering opening wasn’t enough.

He needed more .

All but mindless with desire, he ate her pussy like the ripest, juiciest fruit. Made love to her with his tongue and lips until she began convulsing against him. Until her whole body started to shake.

She keened long and low as more sugary sweetness gushed out of her. He speared his tongue into her in a ravenous, licking motion, rubbing with each pass against her sensitive inner walls, lapping up her honey in greedy sips.

When the last convulsion began to subside, he shifted back and notched his cockhead against her entrance.

Slowly, painstakingly, he pushed inside.

Her butt was suspended from the bed, her legs wrapped high up around his waist. Only her shoulder blades touched the mattress. Her hands clawed into the top layer of sheets beneath her.

In this position, he controlled all movement.

How agonizingly slowly he entered her, making her feel every, thick, steely, inch. He stretched her to the limits of her endurance as he went; he could see her struggling to take him by the teeth she clamped on her lower lip, by the beads of sweat that dotted her brow.

But her body was made for his, despite the newness of their joining. She knew just how much to stretch, just how hard to squeeze.

And squeeze him she did. Mercilessly.

It was Ben’s turn to grit his teeth as his body fought to buck. To fuck her hard. To pound into her over and over and over. Until her softness clenched tight around him. So tight, their flesh and bones and skin became one.

By sheer dint of will he held back. Before the Beast took him over, he wanted to love her as the man.

Her man.

He held her gaze unblinkingly as he steadily breached her virgin body. It was his first time too. Every time was the first time with her. When he learned and worshipped her anew.

Her lips parted on a silent moan, her eyes wanting to close from the inexorable pressure.

The inescapable pleasure.

He could feel what she felt through the link they shared. She was inside him too, the way she said she wanted to be. Steadily staking her claim in his most vulnerable, private places. Relentlessly conquering his body, heart and soul.

At last, he was fully seated inside her, his groin meeting hers.

She released a shuddering sigh, as if she was home at last after a long, arduous journey. Her lips curled in an unconsciously sensuous smile that was all Lizzy. Both innocent and seductive. Pure and possessive.

“Now,” she said in a smoky, lust-filled voice, somehow Lizzy yet also all of her past lives combined.

“Fuck me like you mean it.”

His eyes blazed down at her, and his own tight-lipped smile answered the challenge she’d thrown down like a gauntlet.

He didn’t fuck her though. Not at first.

At first, he nudged his hips in small increments, grinding the entire length of his cock inside her as she clutched him covetously with her satiny inner walls. Only an inch back and forth, grinding deep inside, fusing them together, until he couldn’t tell where she began and he ended.

There was no end and no beginning. They heaved together like an undulating lemniscate. Perfection and dualism. Unity and Balance.

Man and woman.

One.

Infinite.

She panted beneath him, already in the throes of another climax, her body shuddering and squeezing his, her skin slick with sweat and sticky with their juices where they were one.

He pulled out another inch, thrusting now with slightly more leverage, stroking into her like the tides breaking against the beach.

Forceful when they came. Lingering when they left.

Her moans broke on a sob, and she shook her head from side to side, lost completely to the euphoric dance of their bodies.

Her hands no longer clutched the sheets. Instead, she stretched shaking fingers toward her pussy. Held them there, pressed against her clit. Where she could feel his thickness burrow into her, the friction of sex against sex silky yet burning. Every stroke like a match against a striker strip.

The heat built between them. Flames of passion grew into a roaring inferno. Licking like fiery tongues through their veins. Lighting up every cell in Ben’s body, incinerating every rational thought.

Until all he could do was feel.

Feel her body clenching around his like the greediest fist.

Hear her broken moans of continuous bliss.

Breathe in the scent of her drenched pussy mixed with his own slick, their clean sweat.

See her blown pupils gaze up at him like a lunar eclipse, penetrating him as deeply as he penetrated her.

Heart and soul wide open. A willing sacrifice at his altar.

The man in him made sweet, slow love to her, rode her through another mewling release. She squeezed him so tight and convulsed around him so long that he lost the last vestiges of his reason—

And became the mindless, rutting beast that fucked her the way she’d demanded.

Hard.

Rough.

Deep.

He was giving her the entire length of his cock now. Plunging into her body with brutal strength. The distended veins spiraling around his turgid stalk adding to the addictive friction. His pubic bone jolting her clit with every thrust.

She clutched at his wrists where he held her thighs open to take him, scrabbling to hold on. Adrift in wave after pounding wave of almost unbearable pleasure.

Her ecstasy merged with his. He could feel himself grind against her pleasure spot as if she was rubbing inside him too.

Relentlessly. Ruthlessly.

The euphoria built to a breathless crescendo.

And held there.

As he snapped his hips faster. Buttocks clenching harder. Grinding his sex deeper.

Deeper .

Until, finally, she came on a soundless scream. Back arching like a bow string drawn tight. Pussy clenching around him like a voracious vise.

Pulling his answering release into her like a torrential flood.

His dragon roared in triumphant joy. His heart took flight.

He felt it—he finally felt it!—her healing love. It filled him with light and made him whole. Filled all the lonely, aching crevices inside to bursting—

With a gladness and hope that only Lizzy’s soul could give him.

His hips stuttered against her in jerky twitches, his body wringing every last drop of release out of him and funneling it into her. Her channel sucked on him rhythmically, taking everything he had to give.

And, still, she demanded more.

Begged for it with her teeth at his throat, her claws in his back. Thighs squeezing him like a tireless rider, heels kicking his ass to urge him on.

Weakened by the most violent, most magnificent climax he’d ever had, his hold on her legs loosened enough that she managed to take control and push him to his back, keeping their bodies connected. Then, she took him to the hilt again as she began to ride him with an unconscious, hypnotic grace.

He slitted his eyes and bared his gritted teeth at her, the picture of a male animal pushed to his limits. His sex jerked within her tight, hot body, deliciously sore, gloriously aching.

Her lips curled in a small gloating smile, cheeks and chest flushed with pleasure.

“I could ride you like this all night long,” she taunted, looking exceptionally pleased with herself.

“Make you come endlessly, as many times as you make me.”

Two could play this game. But he’d lost his voice somewhere in the middle of his most recent orgasm, probably frayed it to tatters with his hoarse shout of completion.

Nevertheless, he arched a brow, daring her. Bucking up into her with a little more force, his pistoning thrusts making her mouth fall open in a silent “O.”

Not to be out done, she swiveled her hips evilly on every downward stroke, clenching her pussy around him like a twisting fist, making his eyes practically roll into the back of his head at the heart-stopping, mind-boggling pleasure.

“Fuck. Lizzy!” he choked out, head thrown back, throat exposed.

His body was locking up again on the edge of another orgasm.

She reached behind her to grip the pulsing root of him, forcefully stalling his release, making him grunt in sheer frustration and bark out a breathless laugh.

She was fucking killing him!

But that didn’t stop her from coming on his cock herself, triggered by the way his thick, swollen length kicked futilely inside her.

“Mmm,” she hummed, arching her body in wanton bliss.

“I love the way you make me come.”

She rubbed herself against him, clenched him inside her convulsively, using his tortured flesh to prolong her pleasure like a glutton who gorged on an endless feast.

After that, Ben lost track of time.

Lost track of how many climaxes they wrung out of each other. They dozed at some point, still joined intimately, their limbs and torsos entangled.

She woke him in the middle of the night with two fingers in his virgin ass and her mouth stretched wide around his cock. She tried unsuccessfully to deepthroat him. But only half of him fit no matter how determined and stubborn she was. She made herself hoarse gagging on him, and he simply lay back and enjoyed the show.

With an impish glint in her tearing eyes, she fucked him with those two relentlessly unerring fingers, her thumb pressing steadily against his perineum. With her other hand she squeezed his stalk in time with her swallows around his aching cockhead, and hollowed her cheeks in a long, hard suck.

He might have shouted as he came, flooding her mouth to overflowing with his cream. He might have blacked out right afterwards, the pleasure so intense and brutal he could have sworn his heart stopped for a few breath-held beats.

It was all a blur. He only knew that the next time he came awake, she was meandering down his body with teasing sucks and kisses, delicate licks and bites. Something cool and wet dribbled down his stomach.

Distantly, he heard her murmur:

“Now I know why they’re called gutters. Look at how the rakomelo runs through the trenches of your abs, down those helpful Vs…I wonder what it would taste like mixed with your cum…shall we find out?”

Well, Ben was exhaustedly happy to report that she certainly found out.

She worked him to an almost painful release with her ingenious hands, until he splattered his chest, belly and groin with his seed. Then, not one to be wasteful, she cleaned his body meticulously with her tongue and lips, drinking him in with the sweet, spicy wine.

A part of him wanted to beg for just a brief reprieve. Even an hour or ten would suffice.

But she was insatiable. And no matter how exhausted and sore he was, his body always rose to meet her needs.

Another time during the night, she lay on her back on top of him, splayed like a starfish with his cock stuffed inside her tight little hole from behind. One of his hands idly plucked at her clit and rubbed at her stretched pussy lips, while the other palmed a breast, toying with her nipple.

She luxuriated in his caresses as though they were only her due. A pleasure slave servicing his goddess, playing her body like a harp. One of her arms was curved around his head, her fingers sifting through his hair.

Even without seeing her face, he could feel her smile as she gazed up at the starry sky.

“I remember doing something like this,” she murmured.

“Using me as your mattress with my erection stretching you open?” he suggested in a husky growl.

Her lighthearted giggles made her body squeeze him just right, and Ben groaned at the pleasurable ache that filled his loins anew.

“No, silly,” she admonished softly.

This was the first time anyone had ever called Ben “silly.” He found that as long as it was Lizzy saying it, he didn’t mind.

“I meant lying on my back looking up at the cosmos,” she said.

“It was one of my favorite things to do, I vaguely recall. Except, I was always alone when I did it. I think…”

Her breath hitched.

“I think I was alone for a very, very long time.”

He stilled his hands and wove his arms around her, hugging her tight, offering comfort. As if holding her securely now somehow made up for all the times he wasn’t there to hold her before.

She made a small, wounded noise and turned her face toward his, catching his mouth in a soft kiss.

He shifted until they were on their sides facing each other, entering her again to keep them joined. They groaned in unison at the soreness in their sex, then sighed blissfully when they were one again. She hitched her leg over his hip and pressed her body as close as she could, her kisses deepening as her hand fisted his hair.

She didn’t move against him seeking the hedonistic pleasure they’d indulged in for most of the night. She simply kissed him slow and lingeringly.

The purest expression of love.

An endless store of affection he never knew he’d been starving for until now.

Until her.

Briefly, she pulled back to look into his eyes.

“How am I doing with this love thing? I think I might be a natural.”

“I have no complaints,” he said, crinkling his eyes in a heartfelt smile.

She brushed her thumbs over the fine lines at the corners, as if she could absorb his smile into her skin and hold onto it forever.

“Hmm,” she said. “And how am I doing with the sex thing? Has all of my diligent research paid off?”

A helpless chuckle shook out of his chest before he could school his expression once more.

“If you’re any better at this, I might just die of ecstasy,” he said in all seriousness.

“Well,” she told him, her eyelids drooping in a sultry stare.

“I’m just getting started. There are so many ways I want to unravel you with pleasure. I bet Divina has all kinds of ideas I never imagined.”

She yawned as Ben’s balls drew tight with fright.

Excitement too. But equal parts fright. He wasn’t sure he’d survive any more of her sexual exploration. At least, not until he’d had a few days to rest, refuel and recover.

But fuck it. He was happy to try.

“I’m going to talk to her tomorrow,” she said sleepily into his throat, nuzzling him like a kitten as she was wont to do.

“I love making love with you,” she murmured. “You’re a gazillion times better than Mr. Purple.”

He growled a little with pure male pride.

“I love loving you,” she sighed.

His heart thudded with incandescent joy.

“I love… you ,” she whispered against his skin, hand over his heart, falling fast into an exhausted slumber.

Ben stayed awake a while longer before joining her. And when he finally slept, he slept with a smile, all of his wounds across all of his lives fully healed.

Her words sank into him, immutable and eternal.

Infinite.