The Alpha's Dragon

“Tell me you feel it,” he murmured against her ear.

The man’s breath brushed her neck as her dark and green hair splayed wide across the fur like bed. Slow. Intentional. Each exhale trembled like he was tasting restraint. He nipped.

“Tell me you crave it,” he murmured again, his voice heavy with lust, his lips gliding down her neck in fevered pace.

His voice was deep, rough, silky ....the kind that crawled beneath the skin and licked at the edges of reason. His fingers traced down her arm, calloused yet reverent, drawing fire wherever they touched. She could smell him — rich earthy, woody sensual thickness of a predator barely holding back his bite.

Her body knew the rhythm before her mind caught up. Her pulse fluttered; her spine arched of its own accord.

“I don’t even know you,” she whispered, breath catching as his hand slid to her hip then moved behind to grope her ass. Hard, rhythmical.

“You will,” he promised. 

His lips sucked on her throat, as his tongue twirled, leaving a burning sensation that crawled to her folds. 

His name faded through her mind like smoke as she grabbed his ass in return. His chuckle light, he pressed her back against stone, caging her in shadow and scent.

He tilted her chin up, eyes glowing as he bent to her breasts

“Suck? Lap? Or devour,” he said softly and her breath hitched. Heat coiled low, unbearable.

She wanted to stop him, but his mouth descended before she could choose, claiming her with a fevered kiss that seared through dream. 

Fru gasped awake.

Her eyes flew open to the dull light of dawn. Her heart was galloping like she’d run miles, her body slick with sweat. 

“What in nine hells…” she muttered, sitting up too fast. Her sheets clung to her skin, heat still pulsing between her thighs.

The dream had felt too real.

She pressed her palms to her face, mortified by the ache simmering in her body. It was just a dream. Not even hers, apparently. 

Maybe it was just...vivid imagination. Reading about mating rituals the night before must have backfired. So much for boredom.

Shoving the thought aside, Fru swung her legs off the cot and reached for her training gear. Her sword lay where she’d dropped it last night. She grabbed it with more force than necessary, hoping that sweat and pain would burn out the remnants of the dream.

The training yard reeked of sweat and iron.

"Fru!" Gabin, her favorite instructor called out to her, his lips stretched in a wide grin to reveal perfect sets of teeth "why are you late? You look like you just came out of a war zone" He stopped in front of her, brushing her hair roughly

"Ah. Stop it!" Fru threw a glare his way as she slapped his hand off

"Gabin, just propose to her already. I can feel your love from all the way here. It's choking me" Fru turned her