Mate of the Dragon by Harmony Raines Read Free Book Online

him that he was loyal to her, even if she would never know it.
    She tasted divine. His mouth watered for her, and his body yearned for her. Unless it was his imagination, he also felt his dragon stir somewhere deep inside him, happy that he had finally let her know of his need for her. And that need grew until he couldn’t think straight; all his focus went to how she trembled when he pressed his tongue inside her mouth, and how he wanted her to tremble like that when he thrust his cock into her sex.
    Dòmhnall had never done more than kiss her, and that had only happened once before. Now he intended to take it much further. He pressed his hand to her breast and she whimpered against his mouth as he caught her nipple between his thumb and fingers, pinching it lightly.
    “Damn it, I need you.” He lifted her, laying her down on the bed and then moving to lie next to her.
    “Here? Are you sure? What about the Moon Altar?” she asked, but her hands had already gone to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them and then stroking his chest.
    “Yes. Right now. Right here. This is not our real world; the Moon Rite can wait until we are back home. All I know is, I have never been more sure of anything in my whole life.”
    And that was the absolute truth.
     

Chapter Eleven – Tara
    This was so sudden, so unexpected. After years of waiting, she should have been ready, but she wasn’t. Nerves, not usually something that bothered her, were building up inside her, causing her hands to shake as she opened one button after another to reveal his godlike body beneath it. And she dared not even think about the thickness of his cock, encased in those tight breeches, which was begging to be freed. Because if she did, she would probably leave this cabin, run, and never stop until she was utterly lost.
    Anything would be better than for him to make love to her and find her disappointing.
    But she found her courage, a thing she had learned to depend on all of her life. She had faced so much horror and never baulked from it. Now Dòmhnall was offering her the thing she had craved for so long, his body, his acceptance, she could not run from this, she had to face it head on.
    “Relax,” he whispered as his hands began to undo her shirt. “I won’t hurt you, Tara.”
    “I know.” And she did. Deep down she knew that he would look after her, make this right for her. She only hoped she would satisfy him. The great Dragon Lord of Spellholm was quite a man, and she wasn’t naive enough to think that in all of his long life he hadn’t taken a woman, a whole army of women, to his bed.
    She knew that Connor, and especially Zoah, had been with lots of women before they found their true mates. It had helped them pass the time. Not exactly flattering, but their primal need for sex had to be satisfied somewhere. Dòmhnall must have behaved the same way.
    Making herself concentrate on undoing the rest of his buttons, she placed her lips on his skin as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and was rewarded by a deep groan from this huge man. He lifted himself up and shrugged the shirt off, and then had another thought. Standing in front of her, he took off his boots, and then undid his tight breeches. Damn, she had thought he looked big with them on, the fabric stretched to almost breaking point over his bulging cock. But when he dropped them to the floor, she was shocked at just how big, and incredibly erect, he was.
    “Now, I think it’s time you were naked too, Tara.” He climbed back onto the bed and she tried not to stare at his huge cock, instead she looked into his eyes. But her gaze kept dropping below his waist. “It won’t bite. If you want to stroke me.”
    “I … I’m not sure.” She was a prize idiot, stuttering and stammering like an imbecile.
    “There’s plenty of time,” he said with a smile, the kind that made her insides flip over with desire.
    He slid down next to her, and undid her shirt until her bra was exposed,