Chapter 13
Chapter
Thirteen
LARELLIN
He doesn’t move, his gaze raking over me as I try to cover myself.
“Go!” I scoot away from him, my back hitting the side of the tub. “Leave!” I screech.
Breathing hard, his entire body tense, he steps toward me. He’s huge, his form blocking out the door altogether. I’m trapped in here with him. “You are mine, pet. All of you. Mine.” His voice is lower, guttural, and when he blinks, I see the dragon. Slitted eyes that quickly flicker back to round.
“Vander!” I shove backwards, water sloshing from the tub, but there’s nowhere to go. “What’s wrong with you?”
He moves ever closer, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Feral. The wild look in his eyes doesn’t abate as he leans down, his large hands gripping the wet edge of the wooden tub.
The look of him sends heat pooling low in my belly. Despite the fear, my body responds to him, to whatever mix of man and dragon he is.
“Vander, please. I-I need to bathe in privacy.”
“You would hide this from me?” He looks into the water, his gaze ravaging every inch of my exposed skin. “You would dare keep such treasure from me?”
His pupils go slitted again, and his tongue darts out, the tip forked. It glances off the water’s surface and back into his mouth.
He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, eyes rolling. “I scent your need, my pet. The honey drifting from between your thighs. All of it for me.”
I press my thighs closed and ignore the tingles that spread along my skin. “Please, Vander.”
“Begging me, pet?” He inhales again, leaning closer until we’re almost nose to nose. “Begging won’t stop me. Nothing can keep a DragonKin from his treasure. Nothing.”
I yelp when he kisses me, one of his hands gripping me by the nape of my neck as he pulls me against him.
His tongue is deft, swiping against my lips as he angles my head to the side.
I have no choice but to grab onto him. He takes advantage of it, lifting me from the water and crushing me to his chest, his hands on my back, then lower, gripping my ass as he lifts me, his mouth still on mine.
My back hits the wall, the chill of it almost as shocking as the feel of his forked tongue in my mouth. I gasp, and he delves deeper, his tongue caressing mine as I grip his shirt, holding on and pushing against him at the same time.
His big hands slide along my wet bottom, and when I feel his fingers graze my most secret place, I shiver.
A groan rises from him, and he kisses me more deeply. Everything is too much, the sensation of his mouth, his fingers, his hard body pinning me in place.
“Vander, please.” I gasp against his mouth as he pulls back, his eyes gone completely dragon as he stares at me.
“You’ve no need to beg me, pet. My treasure shall have whatever she desires. What is it you need?” He takes my hand and draws it between us, pressing it to the thick length in his breeches.
Another shudder rushes through me, my nipples hard and aching, my breasts heavy. When his fingers skirt my entrance, I cry out. “Please, Vander. Please let me go.”
He kisses my throat, his hot mouth scorching me with each touch. I can’t breathe, can’t think, not when he’s doing so many forbidden things to me. When he bites down lightly on my throat, my back arches, and he slides his fingers along my slit.
“You need me.” He laughs against my neck. “Deep in your slick cunt. That’s where I belong. At one with my treasure.”
I gasp when he slides a finger inside me. “Vander.” My voice is breathy and weak, my body trembling at his touch, at the tightening sensation low in my belly.
He meets my gaze again, the green of his eyes swallowed by the slitted black.
“Tell me you want me inside you, pet. Tell me, and I’ll have you right here on the floor.
I’ll make my pretty mortal cry with pleasure.
I’ll wring every bit of honey from you, drinking it down.
My treasure. Mine.” He growls, his gaze on my mouth as he works his finger in and out of me in a maddening rhythm.
It takes every scrap of courage, of willpower I have, but I push against his chest. “No.”
His growl goes lower, deeper, rumbling between us and teasing my hard nipples with the vibration.
When he pulls his finger out of me, I feel how wet I am. And when he brings that finger to his mouth and licks it clean with his forked tongue, my sex contracts, my head going fuzzy at the sheer eroticism of it. I’ve never felt like this, never been so unsure of myself.
“Let me taste you fully. Let me taste my treasure.” He kisses me, desperation in the frantic beat of his heart. “Give me just one taste.” He grips my bottom tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh, sending shockwaves all the way to my core. “Please, my treasure.”
I can’t think, my entire body burning with need. I’ve never wanted like this.
“Just a taste.” He kisses to my throat again. “I won’t fuck you unless you ask me to, pet.”
“Do you swear?” I can barely get the words out.
“I swear it,” he says, then captures one of my nipples between his lips.
I cry out, my entire body going up in flames as he sucks at me, his teeth grazing my skin. “Yes.”
He laughs low in his throat and carries me to the bed, laying me down and spreading my thighs.
I squirm, suddenly very aware that I’m naked with a male between my legs. What have I done?
He presses his big palms against my inner thighs, spreading me wide. “My delicious treasure.” He leans forward and licks.
I arch, my hands fisting the blanket as he licks again and again, the sounds filthy and erotic as he laps at me, his face buried between my thighs.
“Mine.” He looks at me, his tongue delving inside me as he watches.
I can’t breathe, my body winding tight and obliterating anything like thought or reason.
He licks faster, his mouth playing my flesh like an instrument.
Never has anything felt like this. I feel like I might burst, like I’ll come apart at the seams like a doll who’s been through too many hands.
The pressure builds and builds, and when Vander focuses on my sex, his tongue flicking that little bud again and again, I let go.
I’m falling again, but this time I’m awash in euphoria instead of fear.
Everything is sparks and magic, everything is too much and not enough all at once.
I’ve folded into a tiny shape and exploded into the sky.
When I come back to myself, to the fact that there’s a DragonKin licking my sex like it’s his last and favorite meal, I gasp and try to close my legs.
“My treasure,” he growls, his slitted eyes on me.
His tongue penetrates me deeply, and I feel an aftershock of pleasure, like an echo that curls my toes.
“Mine.” He withdraws and crawls up my body, holding himself up by his elbows as he stares down at me.
When he rests his hips between mine and I feel how hard his cock is, I whimper.
Not because I’m scared, but because I want it.
“I swore to you, pet.” His voice is gravelly and dark. “I swore.” He nuzzles my ear. “Ask me. Ask me to fuck you. Ask me to plunge inside you until you scream again, your pleasure melding with mine. Ask me.” He runs his teeth along my earlobe, one of his hands cupping my breast.
I shiver, and I thrust against him, my hips betraying me as I rub myself along his hard cock like a wanton harlot. Gods, I want him.
“Tell me, my treasure.” He twists my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending sparks of heat crackling through me. “Give yourself to me.”
I want to. Gods, how I want to. I open my mouth to ask him, to beg him to fuck me, but instead what comes out is “no.”
“No.” He meets my gaze, his serpentine eyes blinking. “No, my treasure?”
“I—I’m not ready.” I let out a long sigh, the simple act clearing my head a little. “I’m not … I’ve never—”
“I would never hurt you.” He blinks again, and his pupils have returned to normal. “Larellin, you must know I would never harm you.” He cups my cheek and kisses me more gently this time.
I want to believe him. A big part of me already does, but I’m still not thinking clearly. Not when I’m naked beneath a DragonKin and seriously considering giving him my maidenhead.
“I can’t make this decision lightly.” I swallow thickly. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He kisses me again, then leans back, a smirk creeping across his chiseled cheeks. “I tasted my treasure.” He licks his lips.
My skin pebbles at his lewdness, at his self-satisfied expression. I hate arrogance, but something about the way he calls me his treasure … I find myself not hating it at all.
He slowly rises, his gaze raking over my naked body. “Stay out here, pet. Unless you’d care to watch.” He reaches into his breeches and grips his thick cock, a groan rising from him as he slowly gives himself a stroke.
I look away, my cheeks hot. Gods, I want to watch him. Does that make me a trollop? What would my mother say? That thought is like falling into a cold river. I roll to my side and close my eyes while drawing the blanket over me. “N-no.”
He walks away, and soon after I hear the most erotic groan from the bathing room. And not just a groan, it’s my name. He moans my name as he finishes himself.
I curse the hot pulse between my thighs and clench my eyes shut. Gods, what have I gotten myself into?
The bed shifts, and I find Vander beside me, his shirt gone as he settles under the covers.
“What are you—”
“Relax, pet.” He meets my eyes. “Our deal still holds. I won’t take you until you ask me to. But I will sleep in our bed from now on.”
“But—” I glance to the hall.
“Worried about what my brothers will think?” He smirks.
Yes. And Lenka. And the wolven. And—I start spiraling, worry eating away at me.
“Relax, pet.” He puts his hands under the back of his head, his broad chest golden in the candlelight. “Get some sleep.”
He can’t sleep here. What if the others heard what we did? Gods, was I loud? Does it matter? Vander can hear far better than any mortal. Oh, Gods, were they listening?
“I said relax.” He reaches over and pulls me to him.
I protest, but he wraps his arm around me. “Be still, pet. You’re safe. You’ve nothing to fear.”
“You’re naked.” I can’t hide the horror in my voice.
“We’re sleeping,” he says as if it’s completely normal to sleep without bedclothes.
“I have to—”
“Sleep, pet. I know you’re tired.” He smirks again, smug satisfaction on his face.
I smack his chest, but he only smiles bigger, his eyes still closed.
I huff out a breath and rest against him.
His scales aren’t hard like I thought they’d be.
Instead, they’re warm and—though not as soft as skin—almost like a leathery hide.
Not unpleasant at all. Besides, it’s not as if I can get out of the trap of his arms. His heart thumps strong in his chest, and despite my worry, I find that I can fall asleep quite easily in a dragon’s embrace.