The Delight
Ixoril stared down at his witch, certain he must have misheard her.
He’d had many lovers in his life, and while his non-standard equipment always brought pleasure when applied correctly, few of them had wanted a closer look, and none of them had ever taken him into their mouths.
The difference in his anatomy was too much up close.
He’d noticed her eyes widen with interest when he’d given her a show to tease her, but he hadn’t dared hope she wanted more than a casual look. It was a risk he normally wouldn’t have taken with an intimate partner, but he’d been emboldened after she said she accepted him.
“Hey,” she said softly, her hand lifting to touch his face. “This time you went somewhere else.”
He swallowed his embarrassment—it had no place between them. “Nobody has ever wanted to do that for me.”
Rather than look sorry for him, her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, then this will be a real treat.” She pushed at his shoulder. “Get off me and sit back.”
He moved away at her urging, sighing as he withdrew from the heat of her body. “Should I go wash up?”
She let out an exasperated huff as she pushed him back. “Don’t you dare. You just sit there. I want to see you.”
He settled back on his hands, feeling a little awkward.
Her gaze panned down slowly, and he very much enjoyed the way she took her time appreciating his body.
He’d never been a vain creature, but she woke every preening instinct in him.
When her soft hand wrapped around his swollen cock, he groaned.
Her grip was practiced and professional as she examined him, thanks to her medical training, though her expression was anything but.
She held her lower lip between her teeth as she reached out one finger to stroke his crown, and he hissed out a breath as the sensation overwhelmed him.
The tiny, soft barbs that covered the area were excruciatingly sensitive when direct pressure was applied.
She spent a while experimenting with different ways to touch him, until he was squirming with desire and anticipation.
But he wouldn’t rush her, not in this. She wasn’t the least bit intimidated by the way his head flared much too wide or the scaly ridges along his underside.
The scent of her arousal wrapped around him in a sweet bouquet. She dipped her head and deliberately licked the wrong way against his barbs. His back arched as an explosive moan left him.
With a playful smile, she set to work with her mouth.
He was crawling out of his skin in under a minute. She had a boundless curiosity and an ability to catalog his every reaction that would be his absolute ruin. She licked and nibbled and stroked until he was clawing at the ground to not grab her head and force her mouth onto him.
“Greta,” he growled in warning.
“Hmm?” She rolled her eyes up toward his as she ran her tongue around his head in a way that made his stomach shiver.
“You’re going to kill me if you keep on like that.”
She smiled, impish and pleased, and then kissed his flared head before stretching her lips around him and upending his entire world. He saw stars when she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard.
Setting a slow pace, she tried a few times to take him deep, but his head was too wide to breach her throat. With a huff, she contented herself with rubbing his sensitive crown along the roof of her mouth to create the most electrifying sensation he’d experienced in all his years.
He finally gave in and reached for her head to steady himself when she found a new way to torture him with the edge of her teeth against his ridges. His fingers curled in her pink hair as she absolutely dismantled him while sprawled across his lap.
Greta shifted and grabbed hold of the thick base of his cock with one hand. She flicked her blue gaze up to his and then forced herself to swallow him down. Ixoril spluttered and gasped. Her throat was unbelievably tight, and the pressure threatened to unravel him.
He gripped her hair and lifted his hips, desperate for more of the wet heat of her mouth. Pleasure curled hot in his belly as he thrust into her throat. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out.
“I want to come inside you,” he said, voice strained.
Her murmur of approval vibrated around his cock. He almost lost it right there but managed to hang on by the tips of his claws.
He made her look up at him again. “Your mouth is so good, but I want to feel you all around me.”
She pulled off him with a filthy slurp and gave his cock a final parting kiss before crawling up his body slowly. “You want to feel me riding this magnificent cock?” she asked, her voice low and sultry. She fondled him with an appreciative smile.
“Fuck, yes.”
She leaned forward so that his cock was pinned between them and rubbed herself over him. “I’m going to come so hard when you fill me.”
Ixoril groaned and arched his back to try to get a little more friction, but it was hopeless in this position. “Please,” he panted.
She grinned wickedly and reached between them to position him and then slid up and back.
He groaned as her slick heat stretched around him.
His shaking hands rested on her thighs, pressing them wider as she lowered herself onto him.
He wanted her so badly that it took every ounce of his control not to ram upwards to empty into her on the spot.
Greta moaned as she came to rest atop him. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Not nearly as good as you do.” He curled his fingers and raised his hips and she quivered around him. The way she embraced him as though her body was made for his would never stop being a miracle. “Ride me until you come undone, baby.”
She braced her hands on his chest and started to rock her hips with long and languorous strokes. He stared up at her in wonder, basking in the perfect way she took his cock into her luscious body. He would never get enough of her.
Picking up her pace, Greta rubbed her clit in rhythm with her movement. Her body tightened around him each time he drove into her. The friction and heat swiftly pushed him to the edge. His breath caught as he tried to hold on.
“I want all of you, Ix. Give it to me.” She leaned forward and kissed him, biting his lips with a feral growl.
The sizzle of pain went straight to his balls, making control impossible. His hips jerked as she sat back again to engulf him completely. Pleasure made every nerve sing as his cock swelled, locking him inside his mate.
She continued to touch herself as he filled her with his seed, grinding her hips down to push him deeper as his cock throbbed. A few moments later she cried out, her body clenching around him. She collapsed over him, shuddering as her orgasm raced through her.
Ixoril raised a hand to hold the back of her head, staring into her eyes for a few seconds before kissing her.
She tasted of a perfect combination of the two of them.
“My delectable little snack,” he murmured against her lips.
“I hope you’re comfortable, because you’re not going anywhere for a while. ”
“Mmhmm,” she sighed, snuggling against him. “That didn’t happen last time, did it?”
“No.” He kissed her again. “My body reacts differently for my mate.”
She laughed. “I thought you were just making sure I couldn’t get away until you were done.”
“That is the ultimate goal, yes, to make sure you take every drop.”
She shivered, and he knew by the way her muscles tensed around him it was from desire and not cold. His delicious mate had a breeding kink. She couldn’t be more perfect.
He slid his hand to cup her ass and turned his head so his mouth was at her ear. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she rasped, her hips rolling ever so slightly.
He pushed her down against him with more force, making her gasp as she stretched even further around him. “Good, because you’re going to be taking a lot of this dick. I’m going to breed you this deep and this relentlessly at every opportunity until you beg me to stop.”
She moaned as another tremor rocked her. “Don’t stop.”
He purred for her as he rolled her until she was on her back and his weight pushed him deeper still. He kissed her chin as she groaned with the increased pressure. “Say it again, Greta.”
“Don’t stop. Please, Ix.” She made a soft sound of wordless pleasure that he would do anything to hear again. Her legs pulled him impossibly closer. She was a velvet vice around him, and every inch of her was glorious.
“I never will.” He bit her jaw gently, pressing her into the ground.
His crown brushed against her sensitive cervix, demanding entry, and she detonated around him. She trembled under him and moaned helplessly, her climax shattering her. He settled over her, enjoying the sensation of her milking his cock of every drop of his cum.
Trailing his tongue over her lips to taste her again, he finally considered what it meant that she’d come back to him and accepted him. “I’m yours, Greta. I will protect you and pleasure you until my dying breath.”
Staring up into his eyes, she sighed. “I believe you, but that better be a very long time from now.” She ran a hand through his hair and dragged him closer. “Because I’m greedy for you, and I want it all.”
The serious look in her eyes made him want to drop to his knees and worship her. “You have all of me for as long as you want it.”
She kissed him, then, and took his breath away.
It wasn’t an easy transition for Ixoril, returning to the city.
The paranormal denizens of Las Vegas didn’t trust him after all the lies Basilio had told them, but they did trust Greta.
She’d been healing them for years, so when she showed up with him and told everyone that he was hers, it mattered.
He was certain he would never have managed to come back without her.
Mariana Reyes had looked him over with a critical eye the first time he’d come into her home and then threatened him with bodily harm if he hurt Greta—he’d liked her immediately. She was more worthy of the title of Monarch of Las Vegas than Basilio had ever been.
The Reyes men kept a wary eye on him for several more days, all except Dohal, and he didn’t hold it against them in the slightest. Dohal had greeted him with a nod and a word of welcome in Dragonstongue, which he hadn’t heard in centuries, and nearly brought him to tears on the spot.
“What happened with Dohal?” Greta asked him later.
He settled on the couch and pulled her into his lap with a sigh. “You know the dragons were exterminated in a war with the Heavens?”
She nodded, her expression sad. “There was a standoff with the angels back in November because of Dohal.”
He paused. “My people dwelled among the dragons prior to that. We weren’t hunted by the angels, but the place we lived together could no longer sustain us after they were destroyed. I wandered for many years before I ended up in Las Vegas.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you.” She smoothed her fingers over his brow. “That must have been awful.”
“I regret that we didn’t know that Dohal still lived. We could have tried to free him.”
Greta frowned. “It took a goddess and a fuckton of magic to free him. You would have all died trying.”
“Perhaps, but it might have stopped so many of my people from dying of despair after the dragons were gone.”
“I had no idea, Ix.” She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. “So many terrible things were done to your people.”
“I’ve heard enough of your conversations with Beam to know it wasn’t just us.” He wished he could resurrect Basilio to kill him all over again for what the demon had done to his precious mate and those she cared about.
She must have read his unease, because she rushed to reassure him, “Hey, we’re both safe now. And we’re together.”
“You’re right. I plan to make the most of every moment by spending as much of it as I can between your thighs.” He scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder amid her giggles.
She swatted him playfully. “We’re supposed to be at family dinner soon.”
“We’ll be there.” He slid his hand up her skirt to tease her. “I’m just having dessert first.”
She squirmed in his grip and let out an adorable huff. “I guess we can be a little late.”
“More than a little,” he said with a grin as he made his way to their bedroom at a slow amble, rubbing her magnificent ass the entire way. “I like to savor my dessert.”
Hers to Rule is the scintillating introduction to a series that explores the intimate lives of the paranormal denizens of Sin City. If you enjoy spicy, fast burns with a side of action, a sassy heroine finding her power, and multiple partners, this book is for you.