CHAPTER THIRTY
Lukendevener
I only have one cock in this form, but it’s so erect it’s clearly pulling all the blood from my brain, stripping away logical thought.
It’s the only rational explanation. Otherwise, the book version of Luke is a complete and utter fool.
How could anyone hold a naked Skye in his arms and not want to take her, taste her, claim her in every way?
The book’s character wants to show her she’s special? I give an internal snort.
I want to show her she’s mine.
My arms tighten around her—this much at least I’m allowed—pulling her decadent softness closer.
My pretty little witch sighs and sinks into my embrace, her lovely thighs parting over mine, her slick core so close to my cock I could roar.
Goddess! Surely this is more than anyone should ever bear, even a dragon, the strongest of all fae.
Then her magic covers us in a shower of golden sparks that whirl us away and into the cold air of the real world.
My wings snap open and slap at the air as we begin to fall, my flying magic pulsing outward to pull us to a halt. Skye gasps and gives a full-body shiver, and I flare my fire magic to dry us and heat the surrounding air. In only a few seconds, we hang in midair, warm and stable…
And naked, so very naked, Skye’s deliciously plump ass pressed against my swollen cocks.
We hover over a thick area of forest, not far from my castle. I could fly us there in a handful of minutes and end this now.
She shifts again, her curves teasing everywhere we touch.
“Stop that,” I growl, my voice deep and rough. “I’m barely holding on.” She’ll think I’m a beast for admitting I want to ravish her, but it’s the truth. Never in all my centuries have I been as tempted as I am now.
Skye freezes in my arms, her body locking rigid. “Don’t drop me.”
“Drop you? By the goddess, whyever would I drop you?”
“You said you were having trouble holding me.”
“You misinterpreted.” I nip at her neck, right under her ear, making her gasp and squirm. “What I meant is I’m barely holding onto my control. I want to ravish you right here, right now.”
“You… you do?” she breathes.
I growl, and my hips snap forward, grinding my rampant cocks more firmly against her.
I expect her to jolt away in disgust. Having lost her human lover, she’ll want nothing to do with my weredragon form.
Instead, she reaches down between us and pulls my cocks forward until they slide between her thighs, which are slick with her need. She’s obviously so aroused by the Luke of the book that she’s willing to use me as the closest approximation.
Her fingers linger over the knot that swells the base of my main cock. “Oh! Is your knot always there?”
“It is.” I grunt as she squeezes it. “It gets even bigger upon climax if I’m with a compatible mate.”
“If?” Those clever little fingers continue to work over me. “Don’t you know?”
“No one’s ever activated my knot,” I growl. Not that there have been many. Even though I am one of the largest dragons in all of Faerie, the dissonance of my fractured shifting magic puts off other dragons, even for mating.
Her hand slides free, and she clamps her thighs around my cocks with delicious pressure. Seed leaks from them, coating the soft inner skin of her thighs.
Panting for breath, Skye trembles and bears down, her hips rocking. “Oh, Luke! What is this? I—” She breaks off as a needy whimper escapes her lips.
“Here in the real world, I’m a dragon instead of human. My seed is an aphrodisiac.” I want to growl at her that she should find me superior, that I can offer her far more pleasure than any human. But I bite my tongue and keep to the bare facts. “It’s to prepare your body to accept my knot.”
“I need… I need…” Her hands flutter over my forearms, her body undulating against mine.
I wrap an arm under her knee and lift her higher, away from my cocks.
She mews at the loss, but I bite the claws off my other hand to slide it between her legs, rubbing over the tight pearl of her clit until she moans.
Then I fist more fluid from my main cock to slather it onto her, my fingers pushing it deep into her velvety heat.
“Such a greedy little pussy you have, baby girl. So sweet and eager to be filled.” I use the words from the book, the phrases she liked so well.
I’ve seen similar in my romance research and am determined to give her everything she wants.
Skye moans, her head bumping against my shoulder.
My tail glides up her other leg, and I slick the tip with more of my seed. It slides into her core while I finger her clit, pinching it lightly.
She comes with a wail, her muscles contracting around my tail until I groan. “Goddess, you feel divine.”
My tail slides free of her core and slips backward, the wet tip penetrating her ass. I pump into her, getting her used to taking more of my tail, its thin tip widening gradually, making it perfect for stretching her.
Skye shudders around me, the sweetest little gasps and mews coming from her.
“Is this all right?” I lean down to nip at her ear, to scrape my fangs along her throat. “Me preparing you to take both of my cocks?”
“Yesss,” she hisses, voice slurring with pleasure.
“You want that don’t you, my pretty little girl?” I play with her sensitive nub, teasing it with light brushes of my fingertips. “You want both of my cocks?”
“I do,” she gasps. “I’m so empty. Please, Luke.”
I pump more seed into my hand, and spear first two and then three fingers into her core.
I can feel my tail working her ass, the movement an added pressure that has her undulating, riding my hand and tail.
My fingers scissor, working her open, getting her stretched and ready. But goddess, she’s deliciously tight.
A groan rips from my chest, my wings beating faster. “You’re going to feel so sweet around my cocks, my pretty little witch, my candy girl.”
“Please.” Her hands scrabble over my forearms, reach up to grasp my hair. Skye twists her neck until her lips brush mine.
My mouth claims hers with hot and sharp kisses, full of need. They tug at something deep in my chest, opening a place long closed, and my inner fire leaps higher, burning, burning, burning for her.
My tail slides away as I lower her, using my hand to guide my upper cock to her tight ass as my main cock sinks into the delicious heat of her core.
Skye reaches back to brace against my shoulder and shoves downward, inch by tantalizing inch, an eager participant. Panting, she makes little noises with each move, the sounds so full of desire I can barely stop myself from thrusting with all my great strength.
She feels amazing, hot and wet and tight.
The pressure around both my cocks is more than double what I felt as a human within the book—it’s quadruple fold, a million fold, more pleasure than any one body should hold.
It’s so intense that it takes me a while to recognize the tingling at the base of my main cock.
I’ve never felt it before, but I immediately know what it is—Skye has sparked my knot.
I won’t be able to knot her like this, hanging in midair with her back to my front.
We need a bed, a way to make her comfortable for the long hours of knotting.
I also long to knot her for the first time face to face.
We move together, me thrusting upward to meet her until she’s grinding down against my knot.
“That’s it. Take both my cocks, my pretty baby girl.”
My words tip her over the edge into another orgasm, and Skye shrieks my name to the sky, back arched, mouth open, lost in pleasure.
My little witch is made for pleasure. Lush and rich and decadent with it. I could lose myself in her for another three centuries and never get enough. I will make her find her peak again and again. I will never let up. She will be ruined for any other.
She will be mine.