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H is dragon gradually descended from the air to the thick cement and steel landing of their home, touching down almost as gently as it ascended from the meeting ground—something entirely out of its nature.

He and his beast were known for their excess speed, and violence when needed. His dragon’s landing was often compared to thunder, and the flap of its wings to a lightning clap in the sky.

Even though they did little more than glide most of the way back home, it hadn’t stopped Liekki’s heart from its fast pounding the entire time.

However, the dragon used its snout to compress the catch and release the massive, thick sliding glass door that led to the master suite on the second floor.

The door opening of the entrance was smooth and wide, allowing the gigantic beast to enter the dwelling.

It kept its body lower than usual, practically in a belly crawl, even though both the frame and the ceiling were crafted and designed for its girth and height, like all of the upper rooms of the Drahk homes.

“Um...how am I supposed to—?”

As soon as everything, save the long, heavy, spiked tail, was inside, Liekki shifted, unable to bear it a second longer.

“Ah!” Avalore screamed.

He turned, catching the curvy bundle in his arms when she fell, gravity bringing her down fast from the height she was perched, instantly losing her seat.

He should not have allowed his dragon to persuade him to let Avalore ride.

Instead, he should have stood his ground because that was his life's longest and most terrifying flight.

His mind had continued to war with every fucking way Avalore could have lost her damn seat and went careening toward the earth hundreds of feet down.

It didn’t matter that he could feel how tight her plump ass was wedged in between his beast’s back horns, it only barely dampened his fear. One thing Liekki had never experienced, gave much credence to, was a weak emotion like fear.

However, he’d be damned if even the remote possibility of his little lure being injured didn’t shove him face first out of his comfort zone.

“Umph—”

His arms flexed around her as he drew her tight against his chest, and he buried his nose in her tangled length.

He drew the ginger, honey-caramel of her scent and filled his lungs with her.

The spiced sweetness tightened his core and sent heat south.

The flight hadn’t diminished his need for her, quite the contrary. “Avalore...”

Shudders ran through her body as she clutched at his shoulders, squeezed, released... squeezed, released as if she wasn’t sure of her grip on him or if she’d continue to descend.

But he had her and wasn’t planning to let her go.

Now free of his dragon’s huge tail, the glass door slid closed with a soft snick.

“Oh, gracious. Liekki?”

“I’m here, little lure.” He stroked his fingers over her waist, trying to calm her.

But when he leaned back to look at her, he saw how the wind and elements wreaked havoc on her as they flew through the sky.

Her mass of waves, wild halo around her head, her cheeks ruddy and chapped, while her shirt had lost a few buttons, revealing the smooth full swell of her breasts.

Yet her eyes were luminous and filled with joy, and she’d never appeared more striking.

She resembled a Scottish Caledonian dragon warrior who battled against the Roman Empire. It was the last time his kind wore harnesses and flew with riders.

However, seeing the glow of excitement on his mate's face, smelling the potent notes of her scent, and knowing how her body had reacted to the moment made him want her to ride him in another way.

He gripped her waist and thigh harder.

“That was—” she started again as she slid her hand up under his shoulder-length strands, then around his neck. “That was amazing. Don’t get me wrong, I was terrified most of the time, but it was electrifying.”

She met his gaze, holding it. “I know it's not customary...thank you.”

Liekki didn’t need her thanks. He needed her on that base level where man was beast, where hunger and thirst for only their mate resided.

He glided his hand up her back and felt the tremor move through her body at his touch. Burying his hand in her hair, he fisted it and pulled her toward him. He lowered his head and kissed her mouth.

Not kindly. He forced her lips apart with his.

Avalore gasped, whether in shock or her own desire, he didn’t pause to ask. He couldn’t, not in the way he hungered for her, instead drove his tongue inside.

He held her head just at the angle he wanted with his fingers ensnared in her silky waves, and proceeded to devour her through the kiss.

She moaned, took his assault, not as a submissive bystander, but as an equal participant. Avalore sucked his thick, long, plundering tongue. She drew on him so firmly, it took a delicious effort for him to pull it back even a fraction before pressing in again.

His mate tasted of passion and determination, making him wonder if he was feeding it to her or drinking it from her.

He didn’t fucking care.

His dragon tried to rear its head, but Liekki leashed it for the moment. His beast had already begun his claim on her once, and it was Liekki's turn for now.

But he knew he couldn’t hold the persistent, fiery bastard off for any extended period. Both of them had waited a long time to truly have her.

With urgency and instinct, he moved with purposeful strides across the vast space that would take him and his delicious cargo to the bed on the other side of the half wall.

He wanted to light a fire in the hearth by the bed and strip her naked of anything that would stand between him and her body, but he couldn’t stop feasting on her mouth long enough to do either.

Avalore shifted in his arms. She pressed her lush breasts into his chest as if she needed to get closer.

Liekki obliged her by shifting his hold to her ass and allowing her legs to slide down.

His lust roared louder at the new position, because he could palm and squeeze her perfect, round, supple ass and fit his dick right at the vee of her thighs, grinding himself so close to where he wanted to be buried.

Avalore didn’t fight the hold. Instead, she linked her hands behind his neck. Then she performed the most delicious assault on him, his mate began to shift and rotate her hips in a wicked way that had her clothed pussy stroking his hard, urgent cock.

He growled and gripped her backside tightly to ensure they both received maximum pleasure.

Her moans and whimpers with every pass proved Avalore was just as affected.

Tearing his mouth from hers was one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

He could go on kissing her for hours, feeling the silky wetness of her tongue dueling with his.

Avalore wasn’t shy in her kiss, and she gave as good as she got.

He was anxious to see if this extended to when she was beneath him, with his cock thrusting deep inside her.

“Little lure, I’m a hard man. I don’t do anything soft.” He didn’t acknowledge that it was what she deserved. He could smell the sweetness of her innocence. Remembered the potency of it when he’d held her splayed out on the table beneath him.

Never one to fuck someone inexperienced or new to the wonders of lust to be had in the flesh, he’d purposely steered clear, going for those Drahkelle who knew the score and just wanted a few hours up against the wall, on their knees, or bent over the first available sturdy surface.

He’d resisted it before. But he’d conquer it now.

Only for his little lure.

She met his gaze, her spellbinding, hazel eyes shone with desire. “You don’t scare me, Liekki.”

Still holding her body up against his, her feet hovering above the floor, he let the flames in his eyes roar and felt the heat along his skin as his scales illuminated. Then he licked across his lips and purposely allowed his dragon's forked tongue out.

Her gasp echoed in the room as her gaze tracked the movement of his beast’s appendage until it slipped back inside, her body trembling in his arms.

Liekki wondered if her mind could conceive of all the wicked things he could do to her body with it. No, he didn’t want her fear; he wanted her writhing in pleasure. Coming on his tongue and cock all night. Because he planned to have both buried inside of her repeatedly.

“Tell me you want me.”

She nodded, her fingers absently stroking over the skin at his nape.

It was his turn to shiver.

He leaned in and brushed his lips along the side of her cheek to her ear, and growled in a low whisper, “Tell me you want all the naughty, deviant things I plan to do to you.”

When she started to nod again, he stopped her. “Use your words, little lure. I want to hear you say it.”

He saw her throat move as she swallowed. “I want it.”

“Say it,” he commanded. He wasn’t telling her that because he was looking for her consent, fuck no. This was simply her first step in what he would require of her when they came together. Over and over again.

She turned her head so they were looking at each other. “I want every deviant and naughty thing you have to give me.”

Oh, yeah, she does.

Avalore’s eyes had gone dark, an emerald green, shadowed by her need and intrigue.

Liekki released his tight hold on her ass just enough for her to slip down his body until her feet were settled on the floor. She was much shorter than he, and their size difference should make him want to go easy on her and be gentle, but as he’d told her, it wasn’t in his nature.

He stepped away, leaving her standing close to the bed momentarily. Walking to the fireplace, he sent out a jet stream of fire and filled the grate with a blaze.

When that was done, he leaned a shoulder against the side of the mantel. “Take off your clothes.”

Her hands flexed at her side as she stood there. He thought she would question his demand, but she lifted her hands to her top.