Chapter 18 #2
He watched me, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“I like it when you’re jealous, but I fucked you before I knew your sister and you shared a body.
More like sharing a closet, as your body has always been yours.
You know no one else could ever interest me.
There was never anyone before you, and there will be no one after you, my scorpion mate. ”
I was pleased by his declaration until he called me scorpion again. But then, no relationship was ever perfect.
“So, I’m enough for you? I don’t have an insecurity issue like other people said—people are mean these days. I just need to confirm it one last time. Do not lie. I’ll know.”
Only MATE. No other, the dragon said, his thought heartfelt and confident. Most beautiful across all realms. Across all stars. You are EVERYTHING. We hope we are worthy.
I beamed. Luckily, Sy wasn’t here, or she’d argue with me over the “most beautiful” title. I was the heroine of my own story, and I had every fucking right to enjoy being the most beautiful woman in my mate’s eyes.
“You two are more than enough,” I said. “My sister fucked a lot, but I was a virgin when you claimed me.”
MATE IS PURE, the dragon said. This honors us.
“Don’t give me that purity shit, dragon!” I warned. “A woman having sex has nothing to do with her purity. It just means she is savvy and adventurous.”
I do not understand this, the dragon puffed sheepishly.
“Less talking, Tyson,” Killian warned. “Keep watch while I make my mate more comfortable.”
Who would dare enter my sky? the dragon snapped.
“You’re my world, baby,” Killian said. “You could lose every drop of your power and you would still be my everything.”
“I like this,” I said, my smile widening. “All of us sharing feelings. It’s like living in a romance novel. Who says romance is dead?”
He grabbed my hips and lifted me effortlessly, his hardness pressing against my center, and my plump folds opened for him. With one swift, powerful thrust, he drove into my depths. I gasped at the blissful sensation.
“How’s this for fantasy, baby?” he purred.
Shit, this was way better than fantasy. But I wouldn’t tell him that. Men’s egos were the reason for wars.
“Hot pussy, so fucking hot!” he growled, pushing me up and down his massive length. My breasts bounced violently, as did my curls.
In and out, every thrust more forceful than the previous one, sending incredible pleasure dancing on my nerve ending.
He kept hitting my G-spot before going deeper, and I was afraid that he’d make me forget my own name.
There’d be no Sy right here to remind me.
It was okay if I forgot who I was, since I’d always remember who my mates were. That should be enough, right?
I moaned shamelessly.
The sound of sex blended with the deafening crash of the waterfall. Steam rose around us, scented with mountain air, night blossom, and arousal.
“So wet and so tight!” he growled, lust twisting his handsome face. “The tightest cunt for me to fuck.”
“Your cock is too big,” I moaned breathlessly. “It almost didn’t fit.”
“Complaining already?” He thrust into my molten core, and I gasped at the slight pain and great pleasure. “We fit perfectly. You’re made for me.”
His thrusts blurred as he picked up speed, and my pussy gloved his cock so naturally, like they were indeed made for each other. I loved his gorgeous cock so much.
For several minutes, we just fucked silently and watched our fucking—flesh slamming against flesh, the veins on his cock pulsing with his vehement movements. I panted, our breaths mingling. Pleasure danced through my every fiber, so much so that I started to see stars at being fucked so brutally.
A few sequences of merciless thrusts hit my needy core in all the right spots, and I exploded around his cock. Instead of riding my climax like he usually did, he pulled out, spun me, dropped me on all fours at the edge of the spring, and thrust into me from behind.
I was filled again. His cock grew even larger, imprinting my every inch, stretching my walls to the limit. No mortal woman could take his demigod cock, but I was a goddess.
Water lapped at my breasts as he pounded into me. He fucked me and spanked me before he bent down, his hard chest a wall of solid muscle against my back, as he wanted more skin contact. His large hand gripped my hip, the other tracing my belly, my ribs, mapping territory.
I arched my back at the incredible sensation, a few lustful moans escaping my throat. His mouth traced down the column of my neck, knowing every sensitive spot. His fangs came out, grazing my heated skin and marking me in a way that made my pussy clench tightly.
I wanted him with everything I had.
“Your sweet arousal is the best scent in the universe,” he murmured, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. “You have no idea of your effect on me. You’ll be the death of me.”
“You say sweet things, and then you complain. Typical male.”
He chuckled, delivering long thrusts into my heated channel with his brutal strength.
I gasped, seeing stars again.
“And you have no idea how much I want you,” I confessed. “I want all of you, now and forever.”
“A greedy little thing you are. You sure you can take all of me?” he taunted.
“D your worst, snowflake,” I challenged back, wiggling my ass.
He growled, the sound heating my blood, and he pounded into me with a punishing force before he slowed down a notch just to tease me more.
“So wet, baby. You’re drowning my cock,” he said in approval.
One hand slid up to cup my breast, fingers rolling and pinching my nipple until I arched against him. His other hand traced lower, over the curve of my hip, between my thighs, and found the peak of my clit. His thumb brushed it hard, and I cried out breathlessly.
“Will this need ever fade?” I asked.
“Never,” he said, and Tyson growled his agreement. “We’ll only crave each other more as our bond deepens every day. You’re mine, little scorpion. Always were and always will be.”
He pounded into me with abandon while his skilled fingers worked on my clit to create maximum pleasure. I moaned louder and louder, so close to coming. The water swirling around us began to steam as his dragon responded to our joining.
Mine, Tyson rumbled through our bond, as possessive as Killian. My treasure. My fire. My MATE.
Ours, Killian growled.
I rolled my hips in a rapid rhythm that made them both groan with searing lust.
“Ride me backwards,” Killian ordered. Now both his hands gripped my hips as he pounded into me without reservation. “Show me just how much you want my cock. Show me how much you missed me fucking you.”
I pulled back until only his crown remained inside me before I slammed back, then I ran with the speed and fucked him in a flurry of motion.
My pussy gloved his every inch, milking his cock hard.
My back arched to take him deeper, making him groan in satisfaction.
His starlight joined the fun, touching me everywhere, inside and out.
His cock filled me, stretched me, and completed me.
My power came out to play. I didn’t touch him everywhere, not like he was doing, but my goddess touch fixed on massaging and squeezing his heavy balls. He cursed as his control slipped, his pleasure radiating to me in hard waves.
“Fuck!” He threw his head back, and a dragon roar tore from his throat.
“Like me fucking you, baby?” I smirked.
“You’re the only woman who gets to fuck me,” he hissed. “Fuck me however you want. Use me.” He swallowed. “I’ll never let you go. I forever own this tight, lovely cunt!”
We fucked like beasts, each stroke sending waves of unbelievable pleasure through my molten core, until my nerve endings were on fire. My pussy clenched him. I’d never let him go!
Sweet friction built, and the delicious pressure increased as he plunged into me over and over. Pleasure coiled tighter as we met each other beat for beat.
He was wrecking me, every thrust driving me closer to the edge.
“Come for me, baby,” he commanded, his fingers finding my clit again. “Come on my cock like the good girl you are.”
The combination of his fingers on my sensitive nub and his thick length pounding into me unleashed the dam.
My orgasm hit a high storm, pleasure crashing through me.
I roared his name while my inner walls vibrated violently and clenched around his massive cock, milking him mercilessly as I rode out the long aftershocks.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, watching me fall apart in his arms. “So fucking beautiful when you come, baby.”
He drove into me even harder to prolong my orgasm. When I was no longer roaring his name, he pulled out, carried me to the grassland, and lay me on my back.
I gazed up at my gorgeous mate and the stars behind his shoulders, sweat beading my skin, and I grinned. Feeling so content, I closed my eyes, ready to sleep in his arms.
“I’m not done with you, little mate,” he growled, his hands spreading my thighs wider. “Now it’s your turn to fulfill your male’s needs. I’m going to make this cunt so sore that I’ll ruin it completely for any other men.”
He’d ruined me for others a long time ago.
He bent my knees toward my breasts, my pink pussy bared for him. He was lucky that I trusted him and the dragon completely, or I’d kick him in the balls for leaving me vulnerable and playing me like an instrument.
He settled between my thighs and drove into me, embedding himself in me. He started to move above me, pulling out an inch and thrusting in again, deeper and deeper, imprinting me with every purposeful thrust.
Pleasure drenched me. He fucked me like I was his whore, and I didn’t mind. His every thrust was brutal, and I responded by moaning and writhing beneath him. I might not be a gifted sex worker like Sy, but I could pretend to be Killian’s whore once in a while.
He watched intensely as my cunt gloved his cock perfectly. He plunged deeper and harder, unbridled lust etching his handsome face that no woman could resist. Pleasure twisted his sensual lips, and his storm-blue eyes shifted to deep sapphire.
Seeing my effect on him turned me on.
I couldn’t believe that he was mine and that I could fuck him whenever I wanted and however I wanted. He and the dragon would let me do anything to them, and they would do anything for me.
What else could a woman ask for? Yet I did ask for more time to be with them.
His dark, lustful gaze darted to my face.
He always loved to watch my every reaction when he fucked me from the front.
He drove into me forcefully, the friction increasing my pleasure.
He went so deep, hitting a new G-spot and making me cry out with every thrust. My mate was helping me discover my own body.
He set a new rhythm that sent me to the edge, and I shivered in delight. One hand tangled in my hair, he let his weight fall on me, his hips propelling to drive into my depths. His fangs grazed over my neck before they pierced the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder.
I gasped at the sharp pain and the pleasure that followed closely. Shit, my man was playing rough. I turned my face, pulled my lips back, and bit him on the cheek, just to return the favor. I wanted everyone to see him wear my mark, and I’d bite his other cheek when I had a chance.
He groaned and thrust into me vehemently, his free hand reaching between us to toy with my clit, fingers circling, brushing, and pressing until I vibrated with pleasure from the double simulation.
“Come for me again,” he ordered, his voice rough with his own approaching release.
I could feel it, the tense of his muscles, the rising temperature of his cock and its growing weight.
I bet his cum would be hot and bountiful.
“Your tight little cunt is clenching around me so hard. I’ll never stop fucking you. ”
His erotic words, his seductive voice, the relentless pace as he fucked me, and the pressure on my clit worked together and sent me over the dangerous, delicious edge. I exploded on his cock before I could rein it back. I liked to have some control, but Killian excelled at shattering it.
His starlight wrapped around me, feeding me his sexual energy. I’d never been so full and sated. Good thing Sy wasn’t here to take a huge portion.
My pussy milked him so hard that he roared his release, filling me with his seed. The mating marks on our wrists blazed.
“Bathe me,” I said.
He chuckled and kissed me. “I’ll just end up fucking you all over again.”
I gazed at him with love while hiding a wave of sadness. “I need you to promise me something.”
“Anything, baby,” he said lazily. “You know you’re my entire world. Without you, there is no reason to go on.”
That was what I feared.
“Promise me that no matter what happens in this war, no matter what choices I have to make, know I’m always yours. In life and in death.”
“You’re mine, and I’m yours,” he said. “Wherever you go, I will follow.”
But where I would go, if it came to that, he couldn’t follow. No one could.
The dragon growled, his instincts catching the scent of a secret.
“Barbie—” Killian’s voice held a warning. “Are you keeping something from us?”
“Must you know?” I asked.
Yes! the dragon insisted.
“Fine,” I said, offering a partial truth to shield the whole. “I love both of you so much. There, I said it.”
Warmth and love shone from Killian’s eyes, so tender and profound it made my heart ache. Then his gaze shifted, storm-blue giving way to gold as the dragon looked out at me.
“And I love you more than myself and the dragon combined,” Killian said. “I love you more than life itself.”
“Then bathe me nicely before we have to return,” I said.
He scooped me up and carried me toward the spring, his lips brushing mine. “Soon, I will have you alone again. I’ll fuck you until you scream my name.”
My blood heated at his promise. I had so much to look forward to. No matter what happened, I’d always fight to find my way back to him.