Dragon Claiming (Year of the Dragon) Read Free Page A

were things in the room that were obviously sexual in nature, but she had no idea what they were used for. She’d never known of anyone who had ever been taken by a dragon protector; she’d never even heard of such a thing. For reasons that were known only to Fate, Sippora accepted it, though, accepted that she was his. As soon as he’d swept down into her village in full, ferocious dragon form, she had known.
Her dragon may have brought her to his lair, but he seemed upset by her presence. Something told her she was going to have to push the issue, because the mighty Uryen seemed reluctant to claim her. Mustering all the courage she could find deep inside her, she made her way to the massive bed in the center of the room covered in black silk. Drapes of sheer white woven with sparkling gold threads hung from a canopy that seemed to shroud the bed in mist. Coiled on the small table beside the bed were two golden ropes with the finest diamond thread swirling around and through the golden strands.
Sippora fingered the fine material, knowing what she was about to do would require an immense amount of trust on her part. If she could prove to him she truly wasn't afraid of him, that she trusted him with her body as well as her heart, maybe he'd begin to trust himself.
Heart in her throat, she picked up the rope, letting it slide through her fingers to unravel. “I take it this has a particular significance?” She watched him swallow convulsively. If it was possible, he looked more frightened than she was nervous.
“You have no idea what you're playing at.” His voice was rough, husky. Sexy as sin. Sippora was certain normal maidens shouldn't find him sexy—they would be terrified. No doubt he was used to scaring humans into submission. Instead of being frightened—well, besides the delicious sliver of sensual fear that tingled her spine—she found herself willing to submit to him just because she knew he needed it.
“I think I have an idea. I'm just wondering if you do.” Perhaps pushing him that hard wasn’t the wisest move.
They stared at each other for a long moment before Uyren snatched the rope from her fingers and pulled her to him. His eyes never left hers as he secured her wrists together in front of her, then scooped her up and took her to the bed. Her heart pounded as he stretched her arms above her head and secured the silken rope to the head of the bed.
“You asked for this.” His voice was a deep rasp, making goose bumps break out all over her skin. After securing her hands to the posts at the head of the bed, he spread her legs wide, using the golden, diamond-weaved rope around her ankles so that she was tethered wide, knees bent while her thighs were spread.
Once done, he took a step back, his eyes gleaming blue-green fire as he looked down on her. HIs eyes swept her body as if he were trying to memorize her curves. It was a deeply erotic look, one that made her yearn to feel the intent behind it. The cock bobbed, pearly drops of moisture appearing on the reddened mushroom head. Sippora had seen men’s weapons before—her village was not one of modesty. However, she’d never seen a male appendage quite like that. Oddly it made her quim moist, throbbing in anticipation. It looked as if it just might not fit, but she felt a keen interest in finding out.
“I would have taken you slowly, tenderly,” Uryen said so quietly, Sippora wondered if maybe he was talking to himself.
“No, you wouldn’t.” Whether he was talking directly to her or not, she felt a need to answer such absurdity. “It is not your way, not who you are.”
The retort drew his gaze back up to her face. There was a strange light in his eyes now; not anger, but something wild and intense. Her clit thumped even harder at how he looked at her now. It was far more erotic than when his gaze had swept her body in obvious approval.
“You are about to find out exactly who it is you have so willingly tied yourself to.”
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Going slowly