Feel the Burn (Dragon Kin #8)(77)

And now that she did, she was unbelievably happy about it. It felt good. Right. Like she didn’t think it should be anywhere else but inside her.

She pushed against his shoulder. “On your back,” she ordered.

Without a word, the dragon complied, taking her place on the boulder, stretching out beneath her.

Kachka placed her knees on either side of the dragon and rode him as she’d ridden her horse. Rocking against him, squeezing his cock each time she did. Gaius reached up, his hands almost around her breasts—exactly where they belonged—when a voice behind Kachka announced, “Hello, my f*cking friends! I am on watch now and wanted to make sure you are doing okay!”

Snarling, filled with rage, Kachka reached down and grabbed the small axe that Gaius had placed next to his other weapons. Grasping it, she turned and flung it at Zoya Kolesova.

The large woman ducked, barely missing getting her head split open by the weapon. With that, Zoya spun on her heel and headed back toward camp, tossing over her shoulder, “I see you are both well. Call if you have trouble! See you in the morning!”

Satisfied she wouldn’t be coming back, Kachka faced Gaius again, pressing her hands against his shoulders. Now that she was angry, she f*cked him harder, but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead he gripped her breasts with his big hands and squeezed them, briefly stopping to play with the nipples before squeezing them again.

Kachka continued to ride, clutching the dragon’s cock with her * until his back arched and he released her breasts so that he could grab her waist and power into her from beneath.

When he started to come, Kachka went down on his chest and pressed her mouth against his, swallowing his yell and kissing him as if she hadn’t kissed a male in eons.

She finally pulled away when she was sure she’d gotten all he had.

Kachka sat up, his cock still inside her, and grinned down at him.

“I don’t know why you have that look on your face, Kachka Shestakova,” he said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and stood. He pulled her off and turned her, placing her face down over the boulder, and roughly entering her * from behind.

“We are not nearly done,” he rasped against her ear before he began f*cking her again, burying himself deep inside her with each thrust.

“Good,” she told him between gasps, “I was . . . about to . . . be . . . disappointed.”

Gaius shared his flask of water with Kachka before putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her naked body in close to his side.

He was afraid that she would try to pull away, but she didn’t. She relaxed into him but didn’t cling, which he definitely preferred.

“I thought you never went back,” he reminded her.

She dismissed that with a wave of her hand. “You are not even human, so shut up.”

“I have to admit, I do enjoy f*cking you.”

“Thank you. I can promise, the feeling is mutual.”

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Kachka lifted her head and asked, “Did I kill Zoya Shestakova?”

“No. But you did try.”

“Yes. I could not quite remember. But she ducked in time. That is good.”

“I didn’t think she could move so fast.”

“The Mountain Movers do not let their size stop them. I am glad I missed her. She has turned out to be good for our group. I would feel . . . bad if I had taken off her giant head.”

“That is so big of you.”

“It is.”

Gaius chuckled. “The suns will be up soon.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to go back to the camp? Get some rest before we have to ride?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

“Why? Do you?”

“Actually no. I’m comfortable here.”

She peered up at him. “Do you want to go on being comfortable?”

Gaius took in a deep breath. “Not particularly.”

“Good.” Then her head was in his lap and her mouth was swallowing his cock whole.

Gaius’s eyes crossed and he dropped his head back against the boulder they rested against.

His toes curled and that’s when Gaius realized he’d never actually taken his leggings completely off.

Of course, he wasn’t about to bother with that now. Not when he could barely put two cohesive words together. Instead, he just stroked the back of Kachka’s bobbing head and thanked the gods for taking such excellent care of him the last few years.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Dagmar held up the dried bit of meat and watched her dogs watch her. They sat tall, proud, and drooling in the courtyard. She wasn’t a fan of the drooling, but it was the one thing she couldn’t get rid of through breeding. And reason knew she’d tried.

Still, they were strong, they lived nearly a decade longer than most dogs their size, and they were loyal until death.

So if Dagmar had to put up with a little drool, that’s exactly what she would do.

“Where is she?”

Surprised, Dagmar turned and saw Rhiannon standing there. And she was seething. She didn’t think she’d ever seen the Dragon Queen seething. Not like this.

“Where’s Bercelak?”

“At home. Where is she?”

Dagmar sighed. “Annwyl? What did she do now?”