Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Emma
I took off everything except the fabric that bound my breasts and the small strip of fabric that acted as an undergarment. I covered my chest with my arm and placed my hand between my legs despite both of my private areas being fully dressed. But the way Azar stared at me made me feel like I was completely bare.
My face was on fire, and I had no doubt it was red from my shyness and embarrassment. He moved back to the far end of the grotto, and I took a hesitant step forward, then another. I still couldn’t believe all it had taken for me to get almost completely naked and into the pool with him was a few softly spoken words.
I thought about the feel of his skin on mine and remembered the kiss he’d given me. I felt the arousal that was still a fierce presence in my body.
But more than that, the driving force of wanting to be close to Azar was the memory and knowledge that he could have been killed fighting the Draco male. That reality had all the worry and fear being pushed to the back of my mind.
For so long I hadn’t actually lived. I’d just been surviving one day at a time, my life a monotonous string of events that were repetitious. I had no real connections, no real friends aside from Tilly. Food was scarce, and when I did eat my rations, they had no flavor, serving as fuel just to keep me going.
But ever since setting eyes on Azar, actual life moved through me. Desire and need bloomed in me. Hope that things weren’t as desolate as I always saw them grew in my soul. It was like a strike of fire deep within my belly. And it was those thoughts that careened in my head as I stepped into the warm water, trying not to stare at Azar even though I felt his gaze on me.
Once I was submerged, the water caressing my shoulders, I let my arm fall away from my chest, and my hand slid away from between my thighs. I still wasn’t looking at him, but the gentle lapping of the water against me and then the sensation of him right in front of me had me looking up. He was just so big compared to me, and although the grotto could’ve easily fit four large-sized Dragao males, he seemed to dwarf the pool.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured deeply and lifted his hand to brush the wet strands of my hair off my shoulder. I shivered, feeling an incessant throb between my thighs. I was unbelievably wet, and it had nothing to do with being surrounded by water.
I found myself leaning into his touch. It would’ve been smarter if I kept my distance, but I didn’t want to. I was so tired. Just so damn tired of not having someone look at me the way Azar did. I was so damn tired of being lonely. I just wanted to feel. I opened my eyes, not realizing I’d slid them shut as he gently stroked my lips.
He murmured something low, too low for me to hear, but I didn’t need to know the words to understand their sentiment. He was grateful I was here with him.
“I need to…” He didn’t finish his sentence, just let out a low growl of pleasure and slanted his mouth down on mine, startling me with the intensity coupled with the softness of his lips.
He kissed me slowly. Easily. But with each passing second, I could feel his passion for me increasing, burning brighter, igniting my own until it was at a fever pitch. I didn’t know I had my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, pulling myself closer to him, until my chest was pressed to his. He groaned against my lips, his hands sliding down along my shoulders, along my arms before settling against my hips. And I didn’t stop him. I would’ve died before I let that happen. This felt too good.
And then he was gripping my waist with a gentle hold, his fingers lightly digging into my flesh. I mewled against his mouth as he shifted us, pulling me on top of his lap so my legs were now spread over his thighs. I could feel the hard length of him prodding between my legs, liquid heat pooling from my pussy. I pressed down on him, and he growled low, kissing me fiercely. I felt like I was burning alive. But I didn’t want to stop. I never wanted him to stop.
He pulled back, and I sucked in some much-needed air. His gaze traveled right down to my chest. I knew the bandeau that bound my breasts was completely soaked through, knew my nipples were obscenely pressed against the thin material. I know it’s transparent . I could feel the heavy ache of the mounds, my desire a living thing inside me.
Azar held my gaze with his own, and then I felt his fingers move against the small ties that held the flimsy strip of material that covered my pussy. My breathing was coming faster and harder and echoing off the cavern walls. I knew he went slow to give me a chance to stop him. I wouldn’t. And when it was clear I wasn’t going to stop any of this, he pulled the ties out of their loose knot, the material parting before falling to the bottom of the grotto.
Azar had his hands right back on my waist, the width of his fingers and palms engulfing me fully. He could snap me in half so easily. The thought was as frightening as it was thrilling.
His mouth was suddenly on my throat, his tongue licking a slow path from the base of my neck up to right below my ear. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
His hands tightened slightly on my hips, the vibrations from his deep voice moving all the way down to my core, which clenched in desperate need to be filled. “Does my touch please you?”
I couldn’t answer, my voice lodged deep in my throat. But I nodded, affirming that he felt so good.
“I’ve never done this,” I found myself suddenly whispering, although those words I thought I’d kept in my mind. I wasn’t ashamed to be completely and totally inexperienced, to admit that even the kiss I shared with Azar had been my first. He grunted, his hands clenching my flesh, his fingers painful yet strangely erotic.
“Will you let me make you feel even better?” His voice was low, his accent so thick I almost couldn’t understand him. He pulled back and looked at me with eyes that were partially opened, this almost drugged expression on his face.
“Yes,” I said without any thought at all.
He gave a harsh groan and went back to licking up the side of my throat, goose bumps forming along my arms and legs, a shiver racking my entire frame.
A startled sound left me when Azar suddenly stood with me in his arms, turned us around, and set my bottom on the edge of the grotto. He had his hands curled around the mounds of my ass, pulling me forward so I was closer to him, so he could stop between my now-spread legs. I could feel how wide my eyes were as I tipped my head back to look into his face, my heart pounding so hard I wondered if he could hear.
The sight of his fangs had the side of my neck tingling. The strangest thought slammed into my head, one that wondered what it would feel like to have him piercing my throat. I felt my nipples bead up even more, and as if he sensed that, his gaze lowered to my chest.
“Let me make you feel good.”
The plea came from him so deeply I nodded again and whispered, “Yes.”
He gently pushed me back, braced my heels on the lip of the pool, and placed his hands on my knees, slowly spreading me open. I was shy that he saw this private part of me, scared at the idea he might be turned off at the sight, that he wouldn’t enjoy my body.
But the look on his face was one of male desire, and any worry left instantly.
“Emma,” he growled low and sank into the pool so his face was level with my core. “Fates, I’ve never seen anything so perfect as your desire for me. So wet,” he murmured. “So pink.” He slowly trailed his gaze up the length of my body and held my gaze with his. “So mine .”
That last word echoed in the small cavern. Or maybe it just sounded like that. Maybe it was really reverberating inside me, burrowing itself deep into my soul until there was no me or Azar.
There was just us.
Although I knew what he was about to do, wanted him to do it, I was scared, unsure. My legs were shaking, and I felt his fingers lightly pressing against my knees before he started stroking the flesh in reassuring sweeps.
“I—I’ve never done this before. I’m nervous,” I whispered. I didn’t care that it might’ve been foolish to admit that. I didn’t care that I had no knowledge of what being with a man was like. I wanted to be honest with Azar. I wanted him to know so he’d be gentle—at least for the first time—because I was a virgin.
“My sweet, perfect, innocent mate.” There was so much pleasure in his voice that it was hard not to be physically affected by it. “This is a first for both of us. A first of everything .”
I felt my eyes widen at what he meant by those words. “You’ve never done anything like this?”
He shook his head slowly. “I waited for my mate.”
He was as inexperienced in all of this as I was. That went a long way in helping me relax. And it was when he felt my body yielding under his hold that he gave me a blinding grin, one that had my inner muscles clenching and untamed desire coursing through me.
“Trust me.”
I knew I really had no reason to, hadn’t known Azar for long at all. He’d taken me from camp. He saved me. He was violent and aggressive toward any trespassers. He made sure I wasn’t harmed .
I licked my lips and nodded, feeling shocked that I actually did trust him. Maybe it was the bond we had—the Cord. But all logical, rational thought left my mind at the first swipe of Azar’s tongue through my folds. I gasped at the sensitivity, at the way the tip of his tongue teased my pussy. He was growling low, the sound mixing with that rhythmic purring noise that came from his dragon.
I had no purchase for my hands, my nails digging at the dirt that covered the ground, the only thing keeping me stable.
“Watch me,” he demanded, and I found myself obeying instantly, propping my upper body on my elbows and looking down the length of my abdomen to see his eyes trained right on me.
He dragged his tongue up my center, then sucked at my outer lips, moving his mouth to my clit. He sucked the little bead into the hot, wet cavern, humming around it, drawing an elicit moan from my throat. Azar used his thumbs to pull my lips apart, sucking at the delicate inner ones, twirling his tongue around my entrance.
I wasn’t even ashamed to know I was rolling my hips forward, seeking more of his hot, wet mouth. I could see his fangs, so sharp and long, could feel them on my pussy lips as he licked me over and over again. And when he sucked my clit into his mouth, using hard draws, he pulled a fierce orgasm out of me.
My first one.
My arms gave out, and I fell back on the ground, closing my eyes and crying out. If I’d been more coherent, I would’ve been embarrassed that the sound echoed off the walls. As it was, I didn’t care.
His hands were on my inner thighs, keeping my legs spread, keeping me grounded as he continued to lick and suck at me until I was ultrasensitive, my whole body shaking, my inner muscles clenching.
“Azar.” I moaned his name over and over again. And when I felt him gently probing my entrance with his tongue, I exploded once more. Light flashed behind my eyes, and I gasped for air, unable to catch my breath.
“Look at me,” he demanded in that very nonhuman-like voice.
I forced my eyes open, and the look he gave me should have caused fear to skate down my spine. It was fierce and primal and aimed right at me. But I felt an answering rush of arousal, as if my body still wasn’t sated.
“You are mine.” Those three words left no room for argument.
He pulled me up into a sitting position, my legs hanging over the edge, the water coming up to my knees. He stepped between my splayed thighs, his big hand curling around my nape, his mouth slanted on mine.
I could feel how hard he still was, and although I would’ve loved to see him find his release, to reach down and take hold of him, to watch the ecstasy covering his face because of me , I had no idea what I was doing and wasn’t brave enough to even attempt it.
He started gently thrusting against my belly, the thick rope of his erection pressing against the softness of my stomach. He was thick and big, long and intimidating, and my inner muscles clenched at the very thought of him trying to work all that male flesh into me. Wetness smeared along my skin, his seed a continuous presence on the tip of his cock.
And all the while, he continued to kiss me, running his tongue along my lips before plunging it in, mimicking the act of what I desperately wanted him to do between my legs.
The rolling motion of his hips against mine had started off slow and easy, but with each passing second, his motions increased. He slipped his other hand around and down to span the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him, and really started to kiss me as if he was losing control.
And all I could do was hold on to his broad shoulders and accept the onslaught of his passion.
More wetness pooled between my legs as arousal grew inside me to a fever pitch. A gasp left me when the tip of his fang pricked my tongue, and when he instantly sucked on the muscle, licking at that droplet of blood that welled up, I exploded, another orgasm spiraling through me.
I was vaguely aware of the harsh sound that left him, one that was very deep, a very male bark of a noise. And then I felt copious amounts of hot wetness covering my belly, his thick cum marking me. His big body tensed against mine before he shattered, and I felt him come even more, his growls against my mouth making me feel dizzy, lost in sensation.
“My Emma,” he groaned and then relaxed against me, trailing his lips along my cheek, over my jawline, and running his tongue down my neck to settle at the base of my throat.
I shivered at the feel of the gentle bite he gave me. All I could do was hold on to him, knowing that my life had forever changed when Azar came into it.
And I wasn’t mad about that at all.