Alpha Dragon: Taran: MM Mpreg Romance (Treasured Ink Book 1) by Kellan Larkin & Kaz Crowley

Author:Kellan Larkin & Kaz Crowley [Larkin, Kellan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-15T16:00:00+00:00

8

Nosko

I’m a bit dizzy from the complete turnaround in Taran but there is no way I’m going to stop our momentum now. He agrees to come home with me this time, and short of launching out of the back of the gallery in flight form to make a straight line to my place, we hire a car, which will get to us faster than a regular cab.

Taran is in the way, and making it harder to unlock my door. He’s all hands and mouth and teeth. His moans rumble through my body, much to my dragon’s delight. Our first night together was frenetic in a very controlled way. While I couldn’t wait to get him inside me, he was able to stay in complete control the entire time.

Not this time, though. I think I hear stitches rip as he shrugs out of his t-shirt to bare his chest.

Last time I was too focused on getting him in bed. The urgency is still there, but this time I have a little more light to appreciate just how incredible he looks without a shirt on. And the tattoos. It looks like a dragon tail wraps around his chest, ending with the tip circling one pec. It’s colorful, ornate, and very detailed. Very fine work.

Now it’s my turn to slow things down as he growls and grabs at me to make us go faster.

I do a little side step dance to get out of his grip to circle around to his back. The bulk of the dragon is there. It’s a reddish dragon with flashing green eyes and smoke billowing from its nostrils, done in an Asian style of art. Something deep inside tells me that I’m looking right at Taran in his dragon form. “Who did it?” I ask breathlessly as I marvel at the artistry.

“Nyve. We worked on the design for almost a year. Now come here.”

Taran tries to turn around and I swat him back into place. “I’m not done looking.”

There is more art on Taran’s skin and I want to see. Tucked away behind the dragon, off to the side, framing and accenting are the usual suspects of tattoo art. Some glyphs or symbols, a line in script I can’t make out. Daggers and skulls, which even though they’re kind of cliché, are still beautifully done and are right at home on Taran’s body.

I note the back claw of the dragon extends beneath his waist band. “How far does it go down?”

“Take my jeans off and find out.”

My dragon is delighted that Taran is so demanding for me. It feels good to be wanted this much. Having spent most of my life with very few social interactions, it’s a nice reminder that I’m actually desirable. What can I say? I’m just a smidge self-conscious.

When I circle back around, fingers trailing over skin so hot to the touch I feel like I’ll burn up, Taran grabs my wrist. He pulls it up snug behind my back. It’s not painful but it does catch me by surprise.

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