Mating Season of the Dragons 3 / Mating Season (ePub)

In the long awaited chapter of the Mating Season of the Dragons trilogy, we find Bambi able to complete her research of her dragon tribe from the most intimate of locations- she has been accepted into the home of her red dragon. Will Bambi learn of his true intentions towards her? And will she be able to keep from being distracted long enough to actually do anything resembling work?

This steamy story is 3,004 words and contains scenes of monster breeding, knotting, rough sex, edging, and cunnilingus with a forked tongue.

-Excerpt-

"Cold. " She said, simply, smiling through another shiver. She ran hands over the skin of her thighs. He leaned his head close to her knees, then. Suddenly she was quite aware of her nude state. There was that oddly playful gleam of his eyes, again, the one that made her wonder what he was up to.

His gaze was searching along her legs, and his sleekly wet body was laying across her shins. He had found a spot right above her knee with a few beads of water still clinging to her skin. His amber gaze flickered up to her face before he had extended his tongue, a long, pink organ with a tiny fork in the tip, and he ran it across her cold flesh, licking up the water and leaving a streak of heat that made her gasp.

"Good God, really? You couldn't offer me a towel? " Not that he seemed to own any such thing. Still, it seemed to have worked, in either that sudden burst of warmth inside her was a real thing, or that he had simply distracted her completely from her chilly state.

Well, she hadn't exactly told him to stop, and he had only seemed to be amused by her squeal of complaint. Bambi had sat up slightly on her stone, Kyern's horned head tilting slightly to one side so that his hot tongue could once more lap at the damp skin of her thigh, this time closer to the moist patch of down between her legs. The impish gleam in his eye was still present and she knew that she was putty in his hands. She was still shivering, her skin pricking as he left a hot trail over it with his forked tongue.