**This is the second book in the Elemental Dragon series. While it can be read as a standalone book, references will be made to the first book, The Arena.
As I step off Tana’s penthouse balcony, I shift, flying away from what I just heard. Tana, the last fire dragon, has been claimed. And by a Lycan no less. I can’t believe she fell to him. She knew he was her mate, but being mated and being claimed are two very different things.
He tried to tell me that our ideas of being claimed are archaic, as outdated and incorrect as the ideas that humans have of dragons killing humans and the creation of dragonslayers. But he forgets that I’m centuries old, over 200 years old.
As I fly away, I decide to find Zephyr. She is the air dragon and has decided that she wants to have a baby, a dragon baby. Since she hasn’t found her mate, she doesn’t have a problem having a baby with me. And I pride myself on my sexual prowess, especially in dragon to dragon form.
We weren’t always the last four dragons. In the last two centuries, our numbers have dwindled and in the most recent decades, the hunters have brought us nearly to extinction. Tana was lucky to have escaped the arenas with her life.
As I get close to her home, I call out to Zephyr. Because she's the air dragon, she likes to be where the wind is always blowing. That means that she’s usually in a high mountain range and that is where she found a place that she calls home, at least most of the time.
It’s not my favorite place. Being the earth dragon, I like greenery, trees, and plants. Up this high, there are no trees, plants or flowers, only wind, snow, and ice. Thankfully, being a dragon, the cooler air doesn’t affect me.
When I hear her return my call, her voice echoing over the mountain range as cool as the air around me, I smile to myself. The next couple of weeks will be fun. When dragons mate, we only need to stop periodically for food and sleep. Otherwise, it’s nonstop fucking until my sperm attaches to her egg or eggs. In order for her to have a dragon, we must mate in our dragon form. We are able to mate in our human form and produce children, but they are hybrids. Tana’s daughter, Kenna, is a perfect example. She is a fire dragon, but she’s not a pure dragon. Tana mated with Cedric, the Lycan, so her children will all be hybrids. They will carry a dominant gene, which will determine which species they grow up to be, but they will carry traits from the other species. In Kenna’s case, she is a fire dragon with a royal Alpha aura. It’s a powerful combination.
Just before I land, I shift, gracefully landing on two feet as my wings tuck into my back. I walk naked toward Zephyr who is waiting for me.
“Avani,” she purrs and it’s like my name carries on the breeze.
“Zephyr, did you still want a dragon baby?” I ask, walking up to her and beginning to caress her body. Her nipples go into hard peaks as my thumbs swipe over them.
She closes her eyes, letting her head fall back. “Yes.” She whispers.
I lean forward, nipping and kissing at her neck before licking from the bottom of her throat up to her chin.
“Did you clear your schedule for the next couple of weeks?” I ask, knowing I plan to have her under me, crooning her dragon’s delight for most of that time.
“I took off four months, time for you to fertilize my egg and the rest for me to lay on it until it hatches,” she says, her voice still purring as my hands begin to move over her body, stroking her sensitive areas and causing her arousal to scent the air.
“Is there somewhere in particular that you want to spend the next couple of weeks, gorgeous?”
“Right here, Avani,” she says, and I step back, looking at her.
“Shift!” I command and she steps back screaming at me as she shifts. I knew she wouldn’t like my dominance. Not yet, at least. But she’s about to see what being dominated by an earth dragon can feel like. And by the end of our time together, she’ll be begging for it.
I take a moment, walking around her, touching her in the areas I know a female dragon is sensitive. I raise my nose when I walk under her belly, smelling for the egg that I know is there, then scenting her arousal to ensure that she is ready for me.
When I’m confident that I will get her pregnant and that she wants this, I move away from her, shifting into my larger dragon, my emerald-green scales glittering in the sunlight next to her opal colored ones. I growl low and deep in my chest as she looks at me before she turns, moving her long tail out of the way and giving me access to her.
I walk behind her, climbing over top of her, biting down on her neck in a show of dominance before thrusting deep inside her. Her keening is music to my ears as I begin thrusting hard and fast inside her. This first time will be quick for both of us. But after this first orgasm, I’ll take my time, making sure that Zephyr never forgets her time with me. And if she decides she wants another dragon baby in the future, she’ll know that baby making can be the most exquisite pleasure she’ll ever feel.
As her first orgasm hits her, her body contracts, drawing on mine, ready to pull my sperm to her egg. I release inside her, my body vibrating with the pleasure, causing her to come again. Her roar of pleasure is just the start.
There’s more where that came from, my pretty little air dragon. So much more.
