Okay, so, sneaking up on Radoo wasn’t the smartest idea Livvy had ever had in her life. It was as if good sense deserted her for a few seconds, driven by her desire to touch him.
She couldn’t deny that the Knowing worked on her. She was drawn to him and, even though she wouldn’t have forgiven him for touching her without permission, she apparently thought it would be okay to do so to him.
She wanted to touch his skin, feel its softness as it spread across his bulging, hard muscles. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and see if it was as fine as it looked from a distance. And even though she wanted to do all of those things, his wings held the greatest fascination to her.
She loved that the dragon was so much a part of him that he could never truly appear human. He was everything she had ever been against—alien, arrogant, careless, and violent—but she had learned that was all tempered by a compassion and respect for life that humankind simply could not measure up against.
She thought his wings were just engines of flight, appendages of the dragon left behind on his back. Because they were built for a purpose, she never assumed they could be… sexual.
When he hit the ground and cried out like he’d been stabbed, Livvy backed up a step, sure she’d somehow hurt him.
Maybe they were supersensitive, or they just couldn’t be touched there—
Before she could ponder it further, the Knowing eased through her mind and shared Radoo’s feelings with her. Her cheeks heated and she knew they darkened as arousal sped through her body and concentrated on her center.
The gentle touch of her finger across the hard, upper bend of his wing had been the same as a finger tracing her nipple or the soft skin across her thigh just before it transformed into the plump sexlips that led to her core. It was not as intense as being touched on her clit, but it was close. Very close.
“Radoo? I’m so sorry!”
He gasped and tried to gather himself. She could tell he didn’t want to turn around, but she was desperate to see his face and stare into his eyes. She had to make this right.
She put a hand on his shoulder and heard the sigh of pleasure that rose from his throat, so she snatched it back just as quickly. She shuffled away a little as he turned to face her. Both of them moved around on the floor until they sat close to one another, and Livvy gripped both of his hands in her own.
“I’m so sorry.”
Radoo grinned and shook his head. “Never be sorry, my love. Just warn me before you touch such a delicate area.”
“I thought… I thought your wings must be hard as nails and you would hardly feel a thing if I touched them. I don’t know. It just seemed like common sense.”
He shook his head. “When I embrace my beast, they are tougher. They have to be sensitive so I can predict the air currents, but if I brush against someone in my dragon form it won’t feel like they are literally stroking my cock.”
She giggled, cheeks heating. “Is that what it feels like? Why are your wings so sensitive in your human shape?”
He took her hand, stroking the palm gently. “Because when I am on two legs, my wings are the expression of my dragon. It is the place where we become one. It is the only place where you can caress us both at the same time. When they are made smaller against my back, they are always waiting to be touched by the hand of my love.”
She frowned, gripping his hands tightly. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
He gently tugged on her hand until she leaned forward. “You had better touch them every single chance you get.”
His face was so close to hers, but she knew he would not make the first move. He had too much respect for her. So, she did the only thing she could.
She leaned forward and kissed him.
The moment their lips touched was like a shockwave, two incredibly powerful forces coming together and shattering the boundaries that kept them separated before that moment. Livvy literally felt as if she had disappeared in that instant. The woman she had always been, the depth of her beliefs and emotional reactions… all of it was swallowed by the onslaught of passion that gripped them both. That made them come together like storms joining to become one great and devastating cyclone.
He pressed forward and she grabbed his arms, tugging him down atop her. Without thought her legs went around his waist and she squirmed eagerly as she attempted to grind and rub herself on the magnificent cock between his legs that she had been admiring all day.
Now that her boundaries were stripped, she couldn’t stop thinking about his dick. Even though they were pressed together, and with very little effort he could slip inside her, she felt him holding back—waiting until she expressly asked to be possessed by him.
I might beg for it. I might get down on my knees and cry until he puts it in my mouth. In her mind, she visualized swirling her tongue around the head of his dick, and when a shudder racked his body, she knew he had sensed her thought.
Livvy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, exploring his back with her fingertips. She teased upward, tracing the base of his wings until he writhed atop her. She threw her legs open wide and wrapped them firmly around his waist, grinding forward with her hips. He took his mouth from hers and yanked on her clothing until her breasts popped free of their confines.
The sound he made when his mouth clamped onto her nipple was that of a wounded man. In his tone, she sensed reverence, worship. This was not a cheap tumble in a crappy motel—something where bodies came together and left the people empty.
No, this was more.
He needs me.
He truly needed her more than anyone ever had. Even though his lust rose, and she could feel him getting aggressive in his desire, he still touched her like she was made of crystal.
He’ll never hurt me.
He eased away from her lips and put distance between them, one hand going to her cheek to trace it with his fingers for the barest of moments before he returned. When he bent once more, she opened her mouth and immediately felt his tongue searching between her lips, exploring her mouth with talent. She writhed, caught between him and the floor. She squirmed and grabbed him, pulling them even closer together.
Only when she felt his cock pressing between her legs did she stop. She let go of him suddenly and thrust her hands against his chest. He sat up, watching her closely, kneeling there, magnificent in his beauty and flawless character.
“Are you all right?” His eyes were filled with concern, his hands gentle as he reached out to comfort her.
His actions surprised her, stealing her voice for a moment. A human man would probably yell, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” on his way out the door, and that’s if she was lucky. Yet Radoo…
She shook her head, confused but touched by his actions. “Yes, I’m fine.”
He smiled and she knew he wasn’t faking the expression. This wasn’t some grand ploy to “get with” her.
It wasn’t about sex, not really. It was about the two of them consummating the union already ordained by the stars. It couldn’t be rushed and he wouldn’t take her until she gave him permission. The only thing that mattered to him was that she enjoyed herself as much as him.
I’ve got a lot to learn. She pulled back a bit more, giving him a moment to compose himself. The Knowing told her it didn’t take him long to master himself and her respect for the Preor grew even more.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe humanity really does need the Preor.
It was too much, too much to question her beliefs when she was tired and confused. Livvy knew she needed sleep and, if at all possible, time away from Radoo. She wouldn’t be able to think clearly until she did.