Chapter 33
ELENA
Given the undisguised hunger in his gaze and his nonstop rumbling, I expected Ardruc to throw me on the bed and cover my body with his or put me on my hands and knees right inside the door the moment we entered the cottage. And either would have made me very happy.
Instead, he carried me to the bedroom, sat me on the foot of the bed, and went to his knees in front of me.
He was so gorgeous and perfect, my dragon man.
My dragon mate. From the tips of the feathers in his hair to his toes, he was everything I wanted and needed.
But it wasn’t just his body I loved. I loved his sharp, analytical mind and all the ways it complimented my dreamier, non-linear thinking.
What had seemed like insurmountable differences for so long had in fact turned out to be the very best of partnerships.
I leaned over, drew him closer between my thighs, and kissed him. He returned my gentle kiss.
“Little mate,” he said, his hands on my knees as he gazed up at me. “I am your dragon to command tonight. Whatever you want, whatever you need, and however you want it, you may take it.”
A thrill of desire ran through my entire body. With a shaky gasp, I cupped his face. “Really?”
Ardruc’s eyes smoldered like molten gold in the low light. “Yes. I want to be claimed by my wife. Very thoroughly.” His lips turned up at the corners as he slid a gray case out from under the bed. “And if she wishes, she may use anything in this case to ensure my total cooperation.”
“What is that?” I breathed.
He chuckled. “We have no vines here, and though I do not mind tearing my clothing or yours to make restraints—or other such necessary items—I thought it would be prudent to obtain a small collection of things my little mate might enjoy.” His smile turned predatory.
“And I find myself wanting to know how she might use them on me, given the chance.”
Indeed, his cock leapt and dripped as he ran his hand over the case and then trailed his fingers up my legs. I quivered and a rush of wetness trickled along my slit.
“I place myself entirely in your hands, my love,” he rumbled. “What is my little mate’s first demand?”
I’d never imagined taking control. Ardruc loved being dominant and I loved being submissive so much that it hadn’t even occurred to me to wonder what I might do if he wanted to swap roles.
But now I was thinking about the possibilities, and if he wanted to be at my mercy, then that was what I wanted too.
I moved closer to the edge of the bed, ran my fingers through his hair and gripped it tightly, and drew his face between my thighs. “Put your tongue in my pussy, dragon,” I ordered him.
His cock leapt again and leaked onto his thighs. “Yes, my little mate,” he grated. “Command me.”
I tightened my grip in his hair. “Make me come on your face.”
With a growl, he wrapped his arms under my thighs, pulled me closer until I was only partially sitting on the bed with most of my weight on him, and delved his tongue into my dripping slit.
I cried out and twisted my hands in his hair. The sound he made—a low, satisfied rumble that traveled through his entire body—made me gush again.
Oh, yes…I could get used to this. And maybe he could too.
He tongued and sucked my clit masterfully, his hands gripping my hips tightly so I couldn’t move and he could drive me toward bliss with single-minded focus. And though I knew he would have done this happily regardless, the knowledge I’d commanded him made it better and even more pleasurable.
I wailed and pulled his hair, riding against his mouth. “Dragon, yes. Ardruc. Mate.”
Rumbling, he tightened his grip, took me right up to the edge, and then carried me over it. With a wail, I fell back onto my elbows, thrashing in his arms and crying out for him.
He didn’t stop until I went limp, my legs dangling bonelessly over his arms. Then he licked my slit delicately again and again, drinking every last drop of my release just as I loved to do for him when my mouth was on his delicious cock.
“Good dragon,” I said, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder to keep him there. “Clean me up.”
“Yes, little mate,” he murmured, and gods above my back arched with how much his obedience sent a sizzle of desire right to my core. Did he feel the same when I obeyed him? If so, no wonder he liked dominating me so much.
He urged me to spread my legs wide so he could lick me thoroughly. I kept one hand twisted in his hair so I could enjoy the way he moved.
But when his tongue returned to my clit and swirled, I pulled his head up. “I didn’t tell you to do that,” I scolded. “I told you to clean me up.”
His golden gaze looking at me from between my legs made me shiver. “I am sorry, little mate,” he said. “You taste so good that I forgot myself.”
“Apology accepted.” I tugged his hair. “Up on the bed, dragon. On your stomach.”
Eyebrows raised, he climbed onto the bed and settled in on his stomach with his head turned facing me. The bed was enormous, designed to accommodate Fortusian proportions, but even so his toes nearly reached the bottom edge.
I rolled to my knees and studied my dragon’s wings, back, ass, and legs. It was a view I’d only gotten to enjoy a few times since I was usually below or in front of him, and I intended to make the most of it.
I straddled his lower back with my ass resting against the thick base of his tail and hands braced just below his wings. He rumbled beneath me and spread his wings wide.
I bent over to press my lips to his ear. “Can you keep still while I explore your body, dragon?”
“No,” he rasped. “I cannot. I want you too badly.”
I tsk’d. “That’s a shame. I’ll have to take steps to keep you where I want you. Don’t move.”
When I slid off his back, he groaned.
On my hands and knees, I turned and moved to the end of the bed, giving him a tantalizing view of my ass and pussy. He groaned again. “Elena…”
“Quiet, dragon.” I leaned over the end of the bed and opened the case.
Oh my. My mate had brought a treasure trove with us to the cottage. Restraints, cuffs, something that looked like a soft whip, blindfolds, gags, various items in all shapes and sizes clearly designed for insertion…there were so many possibilities to explore.
I brought out a set of restraints first. When I turned and Ardruc saw what I had, he closed his eyes and twisted his hands in the bedding.
“I am beginning to regret this decision,” he muttered, but the way he quivered told me he didn’t regret it at all. Not yet, anyway.
With a low chuckle, I set to work putting his wrists and ankles into the restraints and attaching them to the underside of the bed. When I finished arranging him how I wanted, his arms were outstretched and his legs slightly parted. His growls made the entire bed vibrate.
I climbed onto his back again and delved my tongue into his ear. He shivered and moaned.
“How do you feel, dragon?” I murmured.
“You do not want to know,” he rumbled. “I need you so much, Elena. This is torture.”
I sank my nails into his shoulders. “Good torture or bad?”
“Good.” He groaned. “Gods above, Elena. You will make me come doing that.”
“You can’t come until I say.” I twisted my hand in his hair and made my voice sharp when I added, “Do you understand?”
“Yes, little mate.” He shuddered hard. “I understand.”
I braced myself with my hands on his back, moved until I straddled the thick, curved base of his tail, and rubbed my slick pussy against it.
He roared and nearly levitated off the bed. The restraints snapped tight.
“Naughty dragon,” I said and dug my nails into his back. He trembled so hard that he shook us both. “Stay still while I give myself an orgasm on your tail.”
His moan made me gush. “Elena, gods. Please.”
“Your tail is so perfect for this,” I murmured as I ground myself against him. My slickness started to drip down his hot, scaly flesh. “Perfect shape, perfect size. Perfect texture.”
I loved it when he talked to me like this during sex. It made me absolutely wild and almost brought me orgasms alone. But doing the talking myself…gods above, it was even better.
I bent over and licked along his spine as I rode him. “Was this tail made for your little mate to use?” I gasped.
“Yes.” His back arched. “Elena…gods…” It sounded like a prayer.
He felt so good. So good. The texture of his skin at the base of his tail provided perfect friction for my clit. I moaned and whimpered, which made him groan. The sounds he made as he struggled not to come while he felt me riding him drove me toward a climax with breathtaking speed.
“Dragon,” I gasped, grinding faster. “I’m going to come.”
“Come all over me, little mate,” he pleaded, his hands clenched in the bedding. “Come on your husband’s tail, my love.”
My husband. I was riding my husband’s tail.
On that thought, I climaxed with a scream and near-sobs, my nails digging into Ardruc’s back as I called for my dragon. He moaned under me, trembling violently, every muscle hard as stone.
I slumped forward to lie on his back, feeling my release dripping down his hot skin between us. “Dragon,” I rasped. “Gods. I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“I did not know,” he grated. “That felt so good, little mate. You can come like that on my tail any time you wish.”
I kissed the edge of his wing. “I will remember that.”
I wrapped my arm around his waist and slid my hand under him to find his cock. The bed underneath was soaked with his lubrication and precum. He groaned and shuddered hard when I stroked him.
“Did you come, dragon?” I asked, knowing full well he hadn’t. “Did you disobey your little mate?”
“No,” he ground out. “I am waiting for permission.”
“What a good, obedient dragon you are.” I kissed his back in all the places I’d left marks with my nails. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”
As he groaned, I knelt at his side and caressed his tail from its base down its length.
“Raise your tail,” I said, gently lifting it out of my way. “Show me what’s under it.”