Abandon by Viola Grace Page A

landed as gently as she could with him being nothing but dead weight.
    She sat next to him on a rock and watched the stars fade from behind his eyes. “Was it good for you?”
    He simply grinned at her. Completely unabashed at lying there with his cock softening, shining with her juices and his own.
    “Next time, we will try that over water. Less chance of hitting solid ground.”
    “You are imagining that there will be a next time.”
    “I have centuries to try and convince you. I am willing to try.” He stood and brushed some grass off his ass. “Shall we return to my home so that we can continue to bond?”
    He shifted into his dragon form and beckoned her forward with one clawed hand. Shaking her head in amusement, she mounted up and settled her nether parts against his neck, snugly. If she had to ride a dragon she was going to have some fun.
    “What are you doing back there?”
    “Turning your neck into a home entertainment center.” She rocked against him and in moments she was slick with her own juices once again. The remnants of her earlier arousal coated his neck, with his own contribution.
    “Alright, but don’t tire yourself out. I have plans for this evening.” He chose that moment to fly through some turbulence and she almost came from the friction.
    She did moan in release as he arched his neck to enter his portal to the mortal world. The magic swirling around her intensified her release and she was screaming by the time they exited over his home.
    She was shaking with the depth of her orgasm when he landed, sliding off him with a thump as she hit the ground butt first.
    He looked down at her and sniffed her from head to toe, then shifted back into human form. “You were busy.”
    “You were steering. I had to do something.” She was still flat on her back on the ground near the front door and her breathing was gradually returning to normal.
    “But was getting off against my neck your only option?”
    “Well, I didn’t have my tax returns, so it was my second choice.” She was unrepentant and looking up at him was funny, his erection had re-emerged and from her vantage point it seemed to be sprouting from between his eyes.
    “I have to take a picture of you like this one day. Remind me.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet as she rambled on.
    “Come along. I have a few family heirlooms that I want you to have.” He walked with her steering through his repaired main room and study, down the tunnel to his horde.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 11
     
     
    He took her past the room she had been living in, shaking his head over the mess she had made and to an ante room that she had not noticed in her learning orgy.
    It was much more orderly than the horde.
    He waved his hand in front of the wall and it melted away. Literally. The stone formed a puddle at the base of the cave wall.
    Inside were his prize possessions. The private jewels of a male dragon. A necklace, bracelets and anklets made of tiny and diamond-hard scales.
    “Were those taken from your …?” She looked down, and sure enough. Tiny scars that she hadn’t noted before dotted the skin above the root of his cock, and made a small trail down the skin of the shaft.
    “Yes. I created them fifty years ago. When I felt my mate enter the magical world.” He looked worried.
    “Are you going to put them on me?”
    Relief ran over his features and he reached for them.
      “I am not that liberated. I chose you, and everything that goes with you. That means your marks.” She stood quietly as he knelt to attach the anklets. They snapped on and the warmth of his magic flowed around her. The same reaction occurred with the bracelets. When the choker locked in place she was bound in warmth. She knew instantly that the warmth was his mood.
    Possessiveness blazed in his eyes as he surveyed her in the toga and his scales. “I think you would look better with nothing else on. Would you mind?”
    Smiling, she untied the