CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Skye
The most powerful orgasm of my life tears through me, lighting every nerve on fire as I scream Luke’s name to the heavens.
I come down slowly, Luke still holding me, still inside me. He’s everywhere, his huge body wrapping around my back, his massive cocks filling me in the double penetration of my every fantasy.
He thrusts into me, making my entire body bounce. I’ve never felt as free as I do now, held suspended in midair by his magic, no bed getting in the way, no foot falling asleep or muscle cramps from trying to hold an angle made awkward by gravity. I don’t even care if anyone sees us.
There’s nothing but me and Luke and pleasure.
He palms my breast, pinching the nipple in the way I like best, making me whimper and grind down against his knot.
Oh, god, that knot! I want it in me. My body feels aching and needy and ready, even after coming twice.
I’ve played with so many toys over the years, but nothing can compare to him.
His aphrodisiac fluids have me needy and open, his tail and fingers having stretched me better than any toy ever could.
He thrusts harder, his knot slipping into my entrance and making me see stars, the pressure is so intense. Luke pinches my nipple harder and growls in my ear, “Come for me, baby girl. Take my knot with your sweet pussy and come for me.”
My head thrashes on his shoulder, my feet kicking at the air. I don’t want to get away, but I can’t hold still. This feeling is too big to contain. A high-pitched keen fills the air, and I realize it’s coming from me.
Luke pounds up into me, and the stretch around his knot makes the cock in my ass feel even bigger than before.
“Oh, god. Oh, god,” I gasp, clinging to him, lost in need and want.
Luke nips my neck, fangs dancing lines of fire across my skin, and desire explodes from my core in a firework of sensation that lights me up from the inside.
“Yes, that’s it,” he growls, triumph ringing in his voice. “My precious sweet candy girl.”
I shake and moan, riding waves of ecstasy that keep peaking, over and over. I can’t catch my breath, can’t move on my own. I’m nothing but his.
I love it.
His hands anchor tighter on my thigh and breast, holding me in place as his thrusts speed up.
Our bodies slap together, making deliciously filthy wet noises that only get me hotter.
He grunts every time his cocks fill me, a deep primal sound, half desire, half possession, and one-hundred percent guaranteed to take a starring role in my fantasies every single time I touch myself for the rest of my life.
Human Luke was amazing.
Dragon Luke is devastating.
I’m wrecked. I’m ruined. No one else will ever compare.
He might only be doing this because he got turned on while we were in the book, and then we were here, with me naked and wet and pressed against him.
Pretty much any guy would react to that—it doesn’t mean he really wants me.
But I don’t care. I’m glad I have this one crushingly perfect experience with him.
“Fuck, Skye,” he groans, as my muscles clench around his knot. “You’re so exquisitely tight. I’m going to need you to come again.”
“I can’t.” I shake my head. “It’s too much.”
“For that, I’m going to make you come two times for me, my pretty little witch.”
I make an indescribable noise deep in my throat, part whimper, part sigh.
Luke pounds into me, filling my core and my ass over and over.
I gasp for air, every inhale smelling of smoke and male and sex. My heart races, my blood singing in my veins. Everything tightens in me, caught in anticipation, my desire winding higher.
His tail snakes through the air, the tip hanging to the side of our heads. Luke shoots fire, flames scouring the end clean. Then the warmed tip glides down my stomach, the end dancing over my clit in time with his thrusts.
The tingling warmth grows, spreading outward from everywhere he touches until I’m screaming again, a wordless cry, my toes pointed, my hands clutching his sides.
“That was four.” His fangs scrape my neck, and he licks the sensitive spot behind my ear. His voice is a rumbling growl of desire, so deep it vibrates in my chest. “You owe me one more.”
My head tosses. “Impossible.” I’m wrung out, spent. It feels like I’ve come more today than I have in years.
“You will.” Another nip that makes me shiver. My muscles clamp tight around him, and he groans. “You’ll be my good baby girl.”
His tail works over me as he continues to plunge in and out, his cocks stretching me, working me, marking me as his.
“So damned tight.” He begins a litany of filthy words murmured straight into my ear. “So fucking perfect.” He thrusts deep, his knot filling me each time, becoming the center of my world. “Sweetest little pussy ever. Sweet like candy, baby girl.”
I shiver and shake, tasting him on my tongue, smoke and salt and fire.
“Going to eat you up.” He grunts low and deep and needy. “Going to have all of this pussy, this ass.”
I whimper with every thrust, with every press of his tail over my clit, every pinch of my nipples. I’ve never been so sensitive, so raw and open. Every brush of warm wind touches my skin like a caress. And Luke? Everywhere Luke touches me burns like a brand.
He’s torn me apart and made me anew, a creature of nothing but sensation. I’m his, now and forever.
“Come all over my cocks, little witch. Scream for me again.”
As his creature, I obey.
This time when I let go, Luke joins me, his hips snapping forward, his voice roaring into the sky. Hot come fills me, pouring out and splashing down our thighs, adding to the sensations overwhelming me.
My orgasm fills my entire body, a supernova of pleasure, burning me from the inside out, leaving me weightless and giddy.
Luke holds me tight for several moments, his face buried in my neck. Then slowly and gently, he pulls his cocks from me. The feel of them slipping from my core and ass sends aftershocks racing through me.
He settles me more tightly in his arms as he lowers us down to the castle courtyard.
He carries me through the door, mounting the main steps with leaping strides that bring us quickly to my bedroom.
When we enter the bathroom, steam already curls from the bathtub’s surface.
Luke kneels in front of it, slipping my legs over the side.
My muscles are jelly, completely useless, and he seems to realize it, lowering me into the bath without me needing to do anything.
Once I’m settled, the hot water soothing me to a completely relaxed state, he pours in oils from several different bottles, their scents blooming as they touch the hot water, floral and herby.
I stir. “These aren’t your scent or mine.”
“They’re healing potions, so you won’t be sore.
” He perches on the edge of the tub to swing his legs over, and I see his cocks clearly for the first time since we finished.
They’re darker than the rest of his skin, almost the red of his wings and tail, and the knot of his main cock has doubled in size.
It should have been inside me, locking us together. Would have been, if he wanted to do that with me. But he didn’t.
I slide lower in the water, trying to hide myself with my hands.
His sharp eyes see the movement. “Why are you doing that?”
“Because I’m…” I swallow and continue. “I’m not that attractive.” I love my body, but I also know it’s not what anyone would call conventionally beautiful.
“Who told you such twaddle?” His face shifts into grumpy number three, mildly annoyed. “You are lovely.”
I look away, and he grips my jaw, lifting my chin until I meet his eyes.
“I do not lie. Tell me you believe me.”
“I believe you,” I whisper, aching for his words to be true.
He massages my whole body, washing me with gentle hands.
Then he tips me backward enough to wet my hair before reaching for another bottle and pouring shampoo onto his palm.
His fingers work it through my hair, his claws combing through my strands and scratching against my scalp until I melt into a puddle of goo.
I sag backward against the side of the tub, held up by him, cared for, pampered.
I wish he’d climb into the bath and hold me, but this is still heavenly. Luke’s greater age comes with a seriously hefty dose of chivalry. The age gap romances with only ten years’ difference don’t know what they’re missing. Every romance reader deserves an evening like this.
Even if they only get the one.