Chapter 6 #2
Exhaling harshly, I looked up at him, meeting his eyes.
“I was betrothed to the Exostalon prince, but when we found out they were awful people who only viewed women as breeding machines, my mother broke it off. She apparently set up some other betrothal, but didn’t tell me about it before the Exostalons killed her. ”
“That’s why you can’t go on their planet,” he whispered. “Because either they’ll kill you or force you to complete the marriage.”
I nodded and looked down at my hands. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that. Now, you can use it to get the king to pay you for me. Pretty sure he’d pay you a large sum.”
Zeke set his bottle down and stepped in front of me, pinning me between him and the island.
I had to tilt my head way, way back to look up at him.
His fierce face worried me and I felt my heartbeat increase.
He set his hands on either side of me atop the island and bent down to look me directly in the eyes.
“We will never sell you. It seems like you’ve had to deal with that often, I can understand why you fear it, but we will never do that.
I swear it on my life and the lives of my brothers.
If an alien took control of one of my brother’s bodies and they tried to sell you, I would take you and flee.
I won’t allow anyone to take you from us. Do you understand?”
No. Not at all. I didn’t understand them at all. Why were they so adamant that they wouldn’t sell me? Why did they talk to me like I was important to them, like I was a treasure of some kind?
“Do Dragonkin covet shiny things like the story books say about dragons?” I asked, my heart in my throat.
He smirked. “Possibly. Why?”
“Is that why you’re adamant you won’t sell me? Because you think I’m a shiny bauble to keep in your hoard?”
Soft laughter shook his chest and the deep bass of it vibrated through my body. I licked my lips as I looked at his plump ones. What would it be like to kiss him? Would he be gentle or rough? Would he let me kiss him?
He picked up some of my hair and turned it over in his fingers.
“You are beautiful, Xoe, but you’re definitely not a bauble.
No bauble I’ve ever seen could escape a group of Dragonkin and fight the way you do.
Your fire makes the beast in me sit up and take notice, to salivate in a way that no other woman has done before. ”
“D-Did you just say your beast wants to eat me?” I asked, a bit of fear mixing with the lust that was causing warmth to pool in my lower body.
His voice deepened and his eye color briefly changed, the pupils going from round to slitted as he said, “Oh, I want to taste you, but not in a painful way.” His eyes darted to my lips and I pushed up on my toes to close the distance to kiss him.
His arm wrapped around me, a band of steel keeping me against him as he kissed me back. His tongue swept in, stroking mine in a deliciously slow and strange pattern that made me moan softly in the back of my throat.
His other hand pushed up under my shirt at my stomach, fingertips stroking my skin and setting it on fire.
I reached forward and did the same, my fingers stroking the rock-hard muscles of his abdomen.
He leaned back and pulled his shirt off in one motion.
I gaped at the muscles. Even though I knew that Dragonkin were very muscular beings in general, it was different when seeing and touching in person.
My hands roamed across his chest and down his stomach, stopping at his waistband, though excitement coursed through me when I saw the bulge in his pants.
“So hot,” I whispered as I continued to run my hands all over his exposed body.
“That’s my line,” he growled, slid his hands beneath my butt, and lifted me up to sit on the island. Within the next second, my tank top was off and my nipples pebbled from the cold air. He made a sound close to a purr as he looked at my bare breasts. “Fucking exquisite.”
Remembering my necklace, I quickly slid it around to hang down my back, thankful the symbol had been facing my skin, so he hadn’t seen it yet.
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for another kiss, my nipples growing even harder as our chests pressed together.
His large hand cupped one breast as he kissed me, his thumb gently brushing over my nipple and a moan slipped out of my mouth, making me lean back.
He took the opening and dropped his head down, flicking his tongue across my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh, stars,” I gasped and closed my eyes.
He kissed his way down my sternum between my breasts, down my stomach, and stopped at my belly button. With a quick jerk, he removed my sweatpants and underwear, exposing my dripping core to the cold air.
I started to close my legs, my cheeks burning in embarrassment. It had been a long time since I’d been intimate with someone and that had been in a dark room where they couldn’t see me.
He set his hands on my knees and shook his head.
“You don’t need to be shy or hide from me.
You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
” His large hands stroked up and down my thighs, making me relax again and rebuilding the lust that had ebbed.
Leaning over my body, he kissed me gently on the lips, on each cheek, along my jaw, down my throat, and then dropped to his knees and licked my admittedly dripping core.
I gasped and my hips bucked up, which made him growl softly and increase the speed at which he’d started licking me.
Pressure built in my lower abdomen, my breathing increased, and when he sucked on my clit, an orgasm unlike any I had ever given myself exploded out of me. My body arched up as I screamed in ecstasy.
He licked up every drop of my orgasm before standing, unbuttoning his pants, and releasing his huge erection. My eyes widened as I took in the shape of him, ridges and spines along the top and bottom added to the girth that I was absolutely certain would not fit inside of me.
He confirmed as much as second later. “You’re not quite ready for me yet, but there’s a lot we can do that doesn’t require me inside.”
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant, when he stepped up between my legs, rested his erection between my folds, and started moving up and down.
The ridges rubbed against my already sensitive clit causing friction unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
My hips moved on their own, matching his so that he rubbed me in exactly the spot I wanted.
Leaning forward, he began licking and sucking on my breasts, paying extra attention to my nipples, and increased the speed his hips moved.
I cried out as I orgasmed again and tried to move away from the ridges as my clit was super sensitive now, but he held me in place a bit longer, drawing my orgasm out more.
He made the purring sound again and straightened. “I love how receptive you are.”
“If we can’t have sex, what about you?” I asked. “It’s hardly fair for me to be the only one receiving.”
He smiled and said, “Oh, I’m enjoying myself immensely right now, but if you’d like to reciprocate, I won’t say no.
” Grabbing my shoulders gently, he maneuvered me around on the island so that I lay on my side on the edge.
He took my top leg and had me bend it so my foot rested on the island and gave him access.
Stepping forward, he was in the perfect spot for me to draw him into my mouth.
The head of his erection wasn’t nearly as large as the rest of him and I noticed that at the base, he had a larger bulge.
“What is that?” I asked, stroking down his shaft and lightly tracing the bulge.
“My knot,” he answered. “It expands more during sex and once inside of you, expands even more to hold you in place to ensure all of my seed stays inside. It will definitely take some time for us to get to the point where I can use that on you.”
“So, you do intend to do this with me again?” I asked and once again pulled him into my mouth.
He moaned and his head fell backwards. “Fuck yes.”
There was no way I could fit more than half of him in, even with relaxing my throat. He was too thick and long. So, as I sucked and licked him, I used my hand to stroke his shaft. It soon became evident he liked it when I bumped his knot at the end of each stroke, so I doubled my efforts there.
His thick fingers slipped inside of me, exposing just how wet I really was.
He growled and began to pump his fingers in and out of me, matching what I was doing to him. He curled his fingers a bit and my eyes rolled back into my head as he found the perfect angle. Pressure built and as I hurdled over the crest of an orgasm, he grunted and orgasmed as well.
He pulled out of me and I rolled onto my back, gasping for air.
“Well, that was not what I expected to happen on our date,” I said and chuckled softly. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but honestly, I felt the most relaxed in years.
He laughed as well. “Definitely way better than my plan.” He helped me sit up and we got dressed.
Just as he finished buttoning his pants, the timer rang to let us know the food was ready.
As we ate, I realized that I hadn’t asked Scout to scan the food. Was that a good sign or a bad one? Was I becoming complacent already just after a few orgasms?