Spark of Desire (The Dragon's Virgin Tribute) Read Online Free

probing tongue mercilessly licked, the long, firm strokes  making her cry out in rapture over and over.
    The pleasure began to recede, leaving her panting, her legs threatening to give way under her.
    The dragon withdrew, and Faith collapsed back against the wall, sliding ungracefully down to sit on the ground. Out of breath, she drew her legs up and simply stared, weak and panting, as the great beast moved away.

5.
    S he couldn't understand exactly what she was seeing, but one moment the dragon shimmered in front of her eyes and the next he was shifting; changing. In an instant he was a man again, and naked.
    He got up from his crouch, looking straight at her, and for a moment she met his burning eyes. Then her gaze wandered downward of their own accord, taking in his broad shoulders, well defined torso and...
    Faith gasped as she took in the sight of his manhood, and stared in fascination. Standing out from a patch of hair the same silver as that on his head, it was rigid and smooth, and huge.
    Surely it was bigger than a regular human man's, though she had nothing to compare to. The thought of laying with a beast had been terrifying, but this was hardly better. How could something so big ever fit inside her?
    Her face grew hot with embarrassment and shame, and she looked away to stare at the ground. The dragon-man came closer, until he was standing over her. She cringed as he reached out and laid a hand on her head.
    He stroked her hair once, and she just had time to wonder what he was doing, before he wound his fingers in the dark tresses. Then he bent lower, and pulled her hair with a painful yank, so that she was forced to get up onto her knees. His hand still entwined, he positioned her head so that she had to look at him.
    She let out a pained whimper, the fear taking hold again. Her heart thudded in her chest as she stared into his handsome face. The dragon's eyes were still fixed intently on hers, his expression mild.
    Her lips fell open and she was about to speak - to plead, or curse - when he spoke.
    "Now, rebellious one." He purred. "You see that I can give you pleasure, but I am quite willing to cause you pain, if I have to. You are mine. The sooner you learn that, the better it will be for you."
    He seemed to wait then, staring at her patiently. He expected a response.
    Faith swallowed hard, and nodded. A final tear squeezed from the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek, and she knew she could cry no more.
    All hope had fled, leaving her feeling numb and empty. She just wished that having her acquiescence, he might leave her alone for a while.
    A drastic change came over his face then. The glowing in his eyes faded, leaving them placid and dark. His brow smoothed, and his expression became almost tender. His hand loosened its hold on her hair, and suddenly he was caressing her again.
    Then the dragon smiled, his full lips tilting up at the edges. The smile transformed his face. He was really incredibly handsome. No... handsome was not the right word. He was beautiful.
    Though her heart still beat hard, something in her shifted then. A queer thrill that started in her belly and settled lower, in her sex. Faith had to look away, angry at herself.
    "What is your name?" He asked her.
    "Faith." She murmured.
    He made a pleased sound; stroking her hair, lifting an end and inspecting it. "I am Inaeth. I will be your mate for life... if you please me."
    "And... if I don't please you?" She dared, her voice little more than a whisper.
    He laughed softly, a sound like crackling flames. "Then I will let the others have you, once I have what I need."
    She knew what he referred to. Once he had his heir, he could cast her aside. She shuddered, an image imposing itself on her thoughts. She pictured herself chained up and violated by countless dragons. Used like a brood mare, giving birth to their eggs one after another until she was spent.
    Or the alternative - being eaten, which might be more merciful.
    "I don't want to