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he
reached up and pulled her down to lay facing him.  She refused to look at his
smug dragon face.  He pushed the hair off her neck and touched his lips to the
fragile pulse there.
    “Do you give your
blood freely?”  He asked just above her pulse.
    Morgan grimaced,
but she truly had no choice.  He needed the blood if he was going to get them
off the mountain.
    “I do.”  The
tremor in her voice was barely noticeable.
    This time he did
not ravage like an animal at the kill; instead, his elongated teeth slipped
ever so gently into her skin releasing the toxins he carried directly into her
blood.  She gasped at the stunning heat that coursed from the bite to all her
feminine places.  Her nipples beaded, and her pussy flooded with unfamiliar
cream.  Then, when he had retracted his teeth from her sensitized skin, he
sucked the blood from her in deep swallows.  This time she arched into him,
wanting nothing more than to wallow in him and never stop.
    “What are you
doing to me?”  Her voice was a ragged plea that he ignored.
    His hand burrowed
under her dress to find naked thigh.  He shifted until she was under him, her
legs encasing him, his weight pressing her into the ground until she could
barely breathe.  She should care about that, but something was oozing through
her blood, heating her up from the inside, as if her power were flowing free,
but in a way she had never felt before.
    Morgan could not
think past this blinding need.  He shifted, his hands pulling her dress up and
over her head so that she lay exposed before him.  She felt his tongue, a rough
heat across the marks on her neck.  She cried out at the waves of pulsing
pleasure that caused and mindlessly tried to get him closer, this time flesh to
flesh.  Instead, he held her down, his brawny hand spanning her tiny waist entirely,
and looked his fill. 
    Mages were born
with no body hair besides what could be found on their head and eyebrows. 
Morgan was no exception.  So when he ran his hand from her throat to her
sweetly curved thigh it was over creamy skin and nothing else. 
    Her nipples were
painful points in a sea of softness, and he homed in on them, weighing each
breast in his palm and licking and sucking the nipples until they looked just
as he wanted.  With a grunt of satisfaction, he moved down and used both hands
to spread her thighs and study her sweet wet pussy.
    “Look at what you
hid under that ugly rag.”
    Morgan tried to
breathe past the pain of want bombarding her, but it was impossible.  “What did
you do to me?”
    “You still think
to leave me.”  His hand went to her thigh to push it further up on the floor
and he inhaled deeply, his eyes closing in bliss.  “I have marked you as mine. 
When we have mated fully, you will not be able to leave me.  You will not want
to.”
    Morgan fought
through the sticky web of desire he unleashed.  What was he saying?   She
struggled with her brain trying to find her way back to some semblance of
thought.  No.  He can’t.  “You can’t mate me.  I am not a dragon.”
    “You have
surprising knowledge of dragon ways for a human, but you do not know all.”  He
moved to his side and yanked her down across the harsh floor until he had her
snug up against him, scraping her skin in the process. 
    The pain helped to
clear her head even more.  “You mate after your first molt, I know that, and
you have not reached it yet, not if you are still passing for human.” 
    He spooned her
frustrated body, his chest to her back, his leg over hers to hold her in place
and his arm around her waist.  His hand cupped her breast as if he had
proprietary rights there.  The big bastard yawned.  “Maybe tomorrow, maybe the
day after.” 
    After one drowsy
affectionate nuzzle of her hair, he fell asleep.  She could feel the satisfaction
radiating off him, even as her own blood boiled in waning desire and fear.  She
tried to shift away, to escape his hold, even knowing there was