CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Lukendevener
I stoke my internal fires and throw a bubble of warmth around us as I cross the Town Hall’s lobby. As soon as we’re through the doors, I fling us into the sky, wings beating hard as I angle us toward my castle.
Skye nestles against me, so soft and warm and right. Her sweet and spicy scent fills the air, and the need to taste her makes me fly faster than I ever have before.
My castle rises out of the winter-kissed forest, its stone bathed silver by moonlight.
No. Our castle.
“You will live with me,” I growl. It doesn’t emerge as a question.
“Yes.”
“I like this word.” I lean down to nip at her lips. “I will make you say it often.”
I land on the highest tower and shoulder through the door, which opens onto a spiraling set of stairs.
I thunder down them without breaking stride, bringing us out into my bedroom.
Since my bathroom takes up its own floor, this room is twice the size of the guest rooms. It’s circled by windows on all sides, each hung with heavy burgundy velvet drapes, and all of the furniture is ancient, made of heavy slabs of walnut stained a deep brown and carved with all the fancifulness of the Baroque era.
There’s a bed, numerous dressers, a desk, bookcases, and a seating area, complete with several chairs and small side tables.
“That’s without a doubt the biggest bed I’ve ever seen.” Awe fills Skye’s voice as she twists in my arms, trying for a better view.
I set her down beside it, her red dress coordinating with the burgundy covers. “You look even more beautiful in this dress than I imagined,” I growl, my fingers ghosting over the straps of its halter top. “You’ll look even better when it’s decorating my floor.”
I untie the bow at the back of her neck, letting the soft fabric fall to puddle at her waist. She wears a red bustier decorated with pink bows and lace.
It holds her delectable breasts high like an offering to the gods.
I groan and fall to my knees, licking and sucking at their mounded tops, chasing the taste of her skin with my tongue.
Impatient fingers find the fastening of her skirt and slip the dress to the floor.
I rock back on my heels, the better to take her in.
She wears little red panties and a matching garter belt, all covered in more pink lace and bows.
Her thigh-high stockings are a matching pink topped with red lace.
“You look delectable, baby girl.” I watch her pupils dilate as she reacts to the words she loves so well.
Our heights the same with me on my knees, I pull her close for a kiss. My fangs nip at her lower lip, wanting to stake my own claim on the one she always bites. She opens for me on a moan that I match as my tongue glides forward to tangle with hers.
I pour everything into this kiss, as several lifetimes of longing now find a home in her, my Skye. My love.
I kiss her until there’s nothing but the feel of her lips against mine, her tongue a wet tease, her breath the air that fills my lungs.
I kiss her until she whimpers into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I kiss her until our hearts race, matching each other beat for beat in our desire for one another.
When we pull apart, the glazed look in her eyes makes me think I’ll go mad with needing her. My cocks ache, straining against her thighs.
I slide my fingers down her throat, feeling her pulse leap.
I tease the top edge of her bustier, pulling her breast high enough to free her nipple.
Sucking it into my mouth, I flutter my tongue over the hard peak until Skye gasps my name, her nails digging into the back of my scalp in the most delicious little licks of sensation.
My fingers pluck and pull at her other nipple until she writhes against me, head tipped back, panting.
Then I glide down her stomach and hook my fangs in the top of her panties, pulling them down her hips, her thighs, the smell of her arousal filling my nose and making my mouth water.
I lift her feet, freeing her of the filmy scrap of fabric, and spread them wide. My palms glide up the outside of her hose-covered legs as I rise back up.
“My little candy girl.” I lick along the lace of her garter, dancing the tip of my tongue over her satiny soft skin. “I’m going to eat you up.”
“Yes.” Her hands find my horns, and my pretty little witch pulls my head straight to her sweet core. “Oh, yes, Luke.”
My tongue flicks over her folds, the sweet and spicy taste of her filling my mouth with nirvana.
Her little hands tug until I’m right over her sensitive nub and lick exactly as she wants me.
But I can’t resist touching her. My tail glides up the back of her thigh, slides forward to find her slick and ready.
“Goddess,” I growl. “You’re already so wet for me. Such a good baby girl.”
She gasps and whimpers, her candy mouth open in an O as I move my tail in and out of her core. Skye gives my horns another tug, pulling my tongue back to where she wants it, laving her clit in long, slow strokes.
“Luke!” she keens in a high voice, her body thrumming with tension.
“Steer me where you want, baby girl. Show me exactly how you want me to eat your pretty little pussy.”
Her hips pulse in time with my tail thrusts, pushing her sensitive little nub against my lips. I suction my mouth over it, my fangs bracketing her clit as my tongue flicks and flicks.
Her climax is a thing of beauty, all whimpering sounds and wetness and clutching hands. It soothes my soul to bring my pretty little witch such pleasure. I will give her more, drown her in it, show her my love and devotion.
My cocks leap with excitement, already soaking the fabric of my pants.
Still on my knees, I straighten, licking her taste from my lips, my chin.
“So pretty. So sweet.” I press a thumb to her clit, and she shudders, a flush of desire pinkening her skin from her cheeks all the way down to the tops of her breasts.
“I love how responsive you are, my little witch, my love.”
“Luke,” she breathes my name like a prayer. Her hands slip from my horns to tangle in my hair and tug me forward for a kiss.
Sweet and soft and lush, she opens for me, giving me all of herself.
Skye offers her heart with every kiss, and I take it like the greedy dragon I am, ready to hoard it for eternity, locking it away.
Yet it won’t be alone, for it will be with mine, and I will protect her heart forever as the truest of treasures I’ve ever known.
I undress her, unlacing the bustier and peeling the garter and hose from her body, my hands a slow benediction as I caress her soft skin.
As lovely as the lingerie is, I want nothing between us when I knot her.
My hands linger on her plump breasts, the swell of her stomach, and the softness of her thighs.
Her little hands tug at my clothes, sliding into the open vee of my shirt to paint traces of fire across my skin.
I grip the front and send a pulse of magic racing through the fabric until it parts in the back, splitting like a flower opening to slip free of my wings.
“No fair that I can’t undress you like you undress me.” She pouts up at me, playful.
“The seamstress wove the spell into the fabric. I do not cast anything—I merely power it.” I bring her hand to the waistband of my pants. “Try. You have plenty of magical power.”
“You’re not worried we’ll get sucked into a book?” Her eyes flick toward the bookshelves by the desk.
I curl my fingers over hers. “I trust you.”
Her magic rises within her, calling to mine. My internal fire leaps higher, the center of my chest burning for her as she sends magic into the fabric. It parts around my tail, pooling forward on my hips, and she gives a soft, pleased laugh as she undoes the fastenings.
Then her hot little hands are on my cocks, and I lose the ability to think of anything but claiming her.
My seed coats her palms, making her shiver and moan as its aphrodisiac takes effect. “Luke.” She licks her lips, her hands tightening around my erections and stroking. “I need you.”
My hips shoot forward as I grunt, pleasure coursing through me at her grip. I kick off my boots and pants and scoop her into my arms to carry her to the bed.
I spread her across the covers, the beauty of her lush curves on full display. She’s intoxicatingly young and vibrant and full of life. “My pretty little candy girl, made just for me. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Her cheeks flush pink, and she bites at her lip and starts to shake her head.
“None of that. You’re beautiful.” I bury my hand in her hair and stop the movement, tilt her chin until she meets my eyes. “Say it. Say you’re beautiful.”
“I’m… I’m beautiful.”
“So beautiful.” I fist my cock as she watches, gathering a handful of seed and rubbing it into her glorious breasts, plucking at her large nipples, playing with them until the peaks harden and she whimpers, squirming against me.
Her pupils dilate to wide black dots surrounded by narrow rings of blue. She looks at me with such desire that I groan, my balls tightening.
I collect more seed and paint her inner thighs.
Her hips lift to meet my hand, chasing after my touch, and I give it to her, slicking her wetness with my own.
I bite off several of my claws and pump my cock, accumulating a pool of creamy fluid, which I push into her hot core with two fingers.
“That’s it, my sweet. I’m going to get your pretty pussy ready for my knot. ”
Skye gasps, her muscles clamping down in a way that makes me groan. “So sweet, so tight, my little witch. You’re going to feel exquisite wrapped around my cock.”
“Luke!” Her little hands grasp at my shoulders, pulling me toward her. “I need you inside me, filling me.”
“Not yet,” I grit out, even as my cocks urge me forward. I finger another handful of seed into her, scissoring and stretching until she can take three of my fingers.
Pulling my hand free, I settle between her delicious thighs, cradled in their welcoming softness. My erections leap, and I guide the head of my main cock to her sweet entrance.
I bend down to take her mouth as I slide into her, wanting the extra connection as we come together. Our kiss is slow and intense, her lips trembling against mine. “I love you,” I whisper as I push deeper, the heat and pressure of her sending pleasure shooting through me.
She shatters around me, her climax shaking her entire body, her fingers curled against my back.
I keep kissing her, eating the sounds of her pleasure straight from her lips, like a man starved. I will never get enough of her scent, her taste, her touch. I am a glutton ready to feast and feast again.
“I love you, my heart, my Skye.”
Mine.