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“But Magonians are not so wild. Not so free.”

“That’s only because of what Magonians are taught from birth to restrain their true natures and limit what they really feel. Given freedom, a Magonian is as wild as any Dragonia. You know that.”

She did. If living a short time on Dragonia hadn’t proved it to her, nothing would. “I killed two men. I killed a beast.” Tears rose in her eyes again. “I cannot believe I did that.”

Pain flickered through his eyes, and she wondered how she ever could have believed him her enemy. “You had no choice. You did it to survive. You are brave and more beautiful than any woman I’ve known.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and he returned to gather her close. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

”Good. Then you won’t kill me when I tell you a secret.”

Chapter Eleven

Dane stared at Ketera, holding her shoulders and caressing her gently. Her fingers slipped over his chest, and she wanted to touch him more than anything on Croan. She kept her arms at her side, her eyes moist with more tears. By the god, she ached for him.

She sighed. “Tell me this secret quickly then I might take pity on you.”

He chuckled then kissed her forehead again in pure affection. “If you wish. Come close to the fire.” He maneuvered them so he sat with his back to a rock outcropping. “Sit between my thighs.” She delighted in the way his eyes smoldered. She loved how he brought out her passion, and when she sat with her back to him, he said, “Nestle your ass against my cock.” A shocked little gasp left her throat, and he was amused again. “By the god, I can’t wait to introduce you to sex in a way you’ve never imagined in your wildest dreams.”

“Dane.” She felt breathless, her face heating uncontrollably at his words. She segued. “Tell me, Dane. What is your secret?”

He sucked in a breath and groaned. He slipped his arms tight around her, just under her breasts and buried his face in her hair. “You smell wonderful.”

She sniffed. “You flatter well, sir, but I know I smell of our exertion.”

“No. You smell of pretty cunny dripping with need.”

“Dane—” She shivered delicately in his arms as one hand cupped her left breast. “You are so…”

“What, my sweet?” He lifted her tunic and cupped her bare breast. He gently tweaked the nipple. “What?”

“Never mind. Tell me what your secret is.”

“Well, it’s like this. I am half Magonian, and that proves that everything Dragonians believe about Magonians is partially wrong.”

“That’s your secret?”

“Yes and no.”

“Explain.”

As his palms caressed both breasts, her breath became faster. He kept one hand on her breast, while the other slipped into the band of her pants. He barely touched her mons and she couldn’t help the excited intake of breath. He sank his fingers between her legs and found warm cream. Her hand slapped down over his, but when she didn’t stop the movement, Dane caressed her soft folds. A moan left her throat as pleasure poured through her. Perhaps they could make love. Perhaps. He caressed her nipple and toyed with the wetness between her legs.

“Very well then. You know that Magonians don’t believe in sex for pleasure,” he said.

Her breath hitched again, but she didn’t know if it was from her astonishment or the fact his middle finger toyed with her pleasure button. “Yes.”

“I am part Magonian and yet that didn’t cool my blood, did it?”

“No.”

“We Dragonians like to pretend we’re superior to Magonians, but in the end we’re no better or no different. Did the texts or your scribes explain the real reason why Magonians wanted us out off the supercontinent?”

“Other than what I’ve told you already, no?”

His hands stilled on her, but he kept them in place, a tantalizing lead-in to what could happen next if she allowed it. “We required blood of others to survive two thousand years ago. We weren’t just banished from Magonia because of our wild passions and inquisitive nature but for our desire for blood. I didn’t tell you earlier because I didn’t think it mattered.”

“Magon.” She stiffened in his arms.

“Fear not. It isn’t within us anymore. We learned how to get blood from animals on Dragonia. We had to in order to survive. Then the desire for human blood disappeared after two thousand years.” When she didn’t relax, her body stiff against his, he sighed. “You know how my eyes glow red whenever my passion or anger is aroused?”

“Yes.”

“That is all that is left of our old ways and needs.”

He feathered his fingers over her nipple and caressed her folds, and she wriggled in his arms. “It is against nature what we’ve done. If we’d stayed and lived in peace with the Magonians two thousand years ago, we would all flourish as one lovely continent. Dragonia would continue to be forbidden, a place of hideous creatures.”

Dane buried his face in the nape of her neck, his tongue sweeping over sensitive flesh. Oh, that felt so good.

His cock, which had stayed hard, grew thicker against her buttocks. When she didn’t speak, he ventured to ask, “Are you afraid of me? Of what I told you?”

At first Ketera thought she should be afraid. Then she realized how much sense it made. All of it. “No. I admire you and your people. You turned away from blood seeking in order not to harm others. You’ve built a world here on this continent that amazes me.”

When he kissed the side of her neck, her blood rushed hot. She could hear his breathing quicken.

“There is a way we can make love now that we know each other’s secrets,” he said.

“Oh? But I thought you said we couldn’t breed here?”

“Blame my lack of foresight.”

She smiled even though she faced away from him. “Show me.”

“I’m going to lift you and bring you down on my cock. But we’ll do it very slowly. If it hurts, you tell me. Lift up and get rid of those pants.”

The rough demand in his voice excited her on a whole new level. He released her and she stood long enough to toss her pants aside. As she did so, he quickly removed all his clothes and piled them together in a heap. She wanted to savor him, to look at his exciting body with leisurely appreciation, but knew he couldn’t wait any longer. She couldn’t wait any longer. Truth was upon her and she both feared and longed for it. This mystery of life would finally be solved.

Ketera returned to him. She couldn’t wait another moment. His cock touched between her legs then slid down, down. She gasped.

“All right?” he asked.

“Yes. You’re so big.”

He laughed softly, the husky sound vibrating over her skin, sending her senses into pure arousal. “No more than any Daryk One.”

She sighed. “It feels so good.”

“Mmmm. It should. It should always feel wonderful.”

He slid into her with a slow glide, spreading her open. That thickness caressed, made her body more aware, more excited than she could have imagined. Like a hot brand he moved through her moist channel.

Still holding her above him, he groaned out his next words. “Oh by the god. You feel so good.”

Her body trembled, her senses soaring as she wanted to move, to stroke him within her body and know another incredible orgasm. “Please.”

“Don’t. Don’t move.”

She wriggled, and with a roar, his hips came up and he lowered her at the same time. She felt a stretching, an incredible fullness as his thickness spread her open and drove to her womb. In wonder, she realized lovemaking was a mystery no more. This was sex. This was the most primal of human expressions, and she couldn’t deny that she wanted more. Her core clenched around him, and an ache built in her center. Primitive desires that he’d awakened earlier roared into full life. She reached back to touch his face, to show some expression of her desire.

He groaned softly, his hands lifting her slightly then brought her down. “Ketera, honey.”

“You’re so…this is…” She wanted to move, to writhe against the insistent craving that demanded fulfillment. She gasped, unable to take it all in.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked as his arms went around her, his voice rough but concerned. “If I hurt you—” He started to lift her.

“No. I’m…please don’t stop now. It feels so good, so good.”

And he brought her down again, his breath rasping, his chest rising and falling. She could hear his arousal in each of his breaths and knew that he ached for her as much as she ached for him.

“I don’t know what to do,” she said softly.

“Nothing to do.” He kissed her ear. “This first time is for you. Rest back against me and relax. Just let me touch you.”

He cupped one breast, holding it tenderly, caressing the nipple in tantalizing brushes, sweet tweaks between thumb and finger. She groaned as he brushed her pleasure center above where his cock penetrated her. She clenched again, the ache inside her starting to tingle from her womb and down her channel. Desire drove her higher. She wanted to caress him from the inside out, give him more pleasure and happiness any way she could. His fingers took all other thoughts from her mind but glorious enjoyment. As his touch brushed over her, she jumped again.

“Easy, my sweet.” His voice rumbled against her ear. “Relax. Relax. Let it happen.”

As his touch glided over her sensitive flesh, she moved in his hold. Seated on his cock, she clenched again and again. His moans started to rise with hers. His middle finger swirled over her button, again and again and again. Excitement escalated, her heartbeat banging in her chest, her breathing fast and anxious. His hardness barely moved inside her, his hips tilting upward. The rhythm was gentle, undemanding and started a firestorm in her body. His cock pumped against a sweet spot high inside her, touching it, brushing over it again and again until the tension inside her threatened to grow unbearable. It was happening fast. So fast.

Her hands gripped his powerful forearms as pleasure shivered through her. She needed an anchor in this insane world. “Dane, Dane!”

He wouldn’t let her back away from it, his fingers stimulating her, his thrusts steady and slow. The incredible stimulation drove her higher until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her body convulsed, a high treble of staggering pleasure radiating from her womb, down her channel and into her clit. She whimpered, her head thrown back.

Dane tensed, his grip around her waist tightening as he released a guttural cry of satisfaction and thrust one last time. Ketera felt his power, the essence of his life force spilling deep within her, a flood of warmth.

Moments later, his breathing still hard, he whispered to her, “All right?”

“All right?” She laughed, still breathless. “I’m wonderful. That was…”

“Mmm.” He kissed her neck. “There’s more.”

He lifted her off his cock, and her tissues ached with lingering pleasure. “More.”

“Stand up and I’ll show you.”

The cold night didn’t matter because her entire body felt as if it might combust with leftover excitement. Though the orgasm had driven her into a sweet madness, her body demanded more love.

As she turned around, her tunic covering her top half but her bottom naked, she laughed. She looked down at herself. “Dane, I’m a half-naked woman in boots.”

As he rose to his feet she saw that his cock was still erect. Still erect? By the god, were all men like this? She’d heard that after one time men were done for quite a spell. “Are all Daryk Ones like you?” She nodded toward his cock. “I mean, your maleness is still…”

He laughed. “Most Daryk Ones are potent. We require more sex than the average man. But never so much that it would hurt our mate.”

Utterly naked, a god come to life, he moved toward her, his steps deliberate, his virility evident in every rippling muscle. He stood watching her, his eyes not feral red but warm with appreciation for her nakedness. She flushed, her body reacting as she took in his nakedness with ravenous curiosity. Yes, she’d seen him naked before, but without the full and startling view she had now. He was so big and imposing, a tiny part of her felt caution around all that power. His broad shoulders and corded arms showed tremendous strength, the rippled muscles in his stomach and narrow hips gave her a thrill she couldn’t explain except in biological terms. Of course, when a woman witnessed such virility, she would respond as purely female needs took hold.

Her body moistened, wanting him with a tremendous force. Those needs flowed through Ketera, thumping in her chest, burning under her skin, making her stomach swirl with an aching arousal only Dane could quench. Her fingers itched to trace over all his muscles, to touch the hair sprinkled over his pectorals and trailing down over his stomach.

And his cock.

Well, his cock stood erect, hard and thick, and she ached to know it inside her again. Slick warmth heated between her legs. Her heart jumped in her chest as she caressed his cock with her gaze. She’d never imagined a man’s cock could be so large, yet it had fitted deeply inside her with no trouble. Her womb felt as if it contracted and she gasped. Tearing her gaze from his manhood, she took in his powerful thighs and calves and arrived at his big feet.

His smile held cocky self-assurance, a man at ease in his body, at ease in any environment. “Like what you see?”

“Of course. You’re…”

“Yes?”

“Amazing. There. Does that embolden your ego?”

“It does.” He moved closer, like a prowling animal.

Ketera licked her lips in anticipation.

As he gathered her into his arms, she pressed against him and gloried in his naked flesh and beauty. He drew her tunic over her head and left her equally naked. Her breasts pressed against his hair-roughened chest, the nipples rising and hardening. He caressed, testing her skin with gentle strokes that promised more pleasure in the coming moments. His tongue tasted her neck, finding her pulse points and licking over them with delicate touches that made her long for more touches and another deep penetration. Heat spilled inside her, encompassing her, driving her to caress him with an eagerness to match. She edged away just far enough to reach between them and circle his cock with her fist.

He drew back with a gasp and captured her hand. “Please, sprite. If you do that I’ll come too soon. I want to be inside you.”