Chapter Four #3
I knew the feeling of Vasren's climax. Knew the way he looked when he found his pleasure.
How he jerked and pulsed inside me. But this too, was different.
I felt his release. It was as hot as his fury, branding me on the inside.
It surged deeper than his cock, seeming to flood my entire being.
So amazing was the sensation that I instantly came as well.
“Kat!” Vasren cried out, releasing my hair. He grabbed my hips and held me pressed against him, his cock kicking inside me. “Oh, fuck!” Again and again he came. His orgasm lasted longer than ever before. And then Vas pulled out and came across my back.
I looked over my shoulder at him.
Vasren shone like a god, his chest gleaming with sweat, his belly rolling forward and back as he thrust his cock into his fist. The flushed head emerged and shot sparkling liquid over me. I shuddered with every lash, the heat sinking in.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered. Could this really be happening? That wasn't cum. Cum didn't fucking sparkle! “Holy fuck,” I said again.
Vasren met my stare. Blinked. Comprehended. “No!” he roared and lurched back.
But his cock kept erupting, the glittering liquid—essence, it was his essence!
—spurting over his thigh. Oh, we couldn't have that.
I spun around and sucked him into my mouth.
The essence tingled on my tongue and exploded down my throat—the best thing I'd ever tasted.
I moaned, instantly hardening again. Vas echoed the sound, his hand going to the back of my head.
“Damn you, Kat,” he growled. “And damn me.
That's what you've done.” He pressed me against him.
“Take it then. You fucking traitor. Take it all!” He cried out, his hips jerking up.
Then he shoved me back and followed me down to straddle my body.
Grabbing his cock, he directed the essence onto my face.
“You're mine now. Whoever you are. No other man will ever have you again.
Do you fucking understand me? Do you understand what you've made me do? Do you, Katai?!”
I opened my eyes and mouth, catching some of his essence on my tongue and rubbing the rest into my face. Dear Gods, it felt like magic. It was magic! And it drove all the sense out of my mind. “I do, Vas. And I want it all. Coat me with it. Fucking do it! Claim me!”
With a roar, Vasren stood up on the mattress and coated me just as I demanded.
Thick, sparkling essence striped my chest, tightening my nipples before covering my belly.
He claimed my thighs next, his hips pumping throughout it all.
Then my shins. My feet. Finally, he covered my cock with his essence, and the feeling of it sinking into my engorged flesh sent me over again.
I shot cum all over my belly, mingling it with his essence.
But my release remained atop my skin while his sank into me.
Claiming me inside as well as out. Even deeper than that.
I could feel him in the real me. That nebulous thing that owned this fleshy shell.
There was no hiding anymore. No masks to wear. Vas could see past them all now.
Because he had just become a part of me.
“Vas,” I whispered and locked stares with him.
“I hate you,” he said brokenly. “I fucking hate you, Katai.”
My heart didn't just break. It didn't ache or shatter or any of those other pretty descriptions poets use.
It vaporized. There and then gone. Vanished as if I had never had one.
I felt my chest go cold with its absence.
The fog that remained clogged my throat, seeking release.
It found its way out through my eyes, condensing into tears.
“Turn over!” Vasren snarled.
Still weeping, I rolled onto my stomach.
I even pulled my hair aside so he could cover all of me.
As every lash hit, I felt him sink deeper, his claws digging into my soul.
This was what I had hoped for every day since our first time together.
I should have been rejoicing. Instead, the bliss I first felt transformed into despair.
Vas knew me now. He saw me. And he hated me all the more.
What kind of monster was I? What had Vasren seen that was so terrible?
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I assumed that when a Dragon claimed his mate, he would accept them.
He'd see the truth of his lover and delight in it.
But Vasren didn't like my truth. He didn't want me.
What bitter fate had summoned this claiming?
If this indeed came from the Dragon Goddess, she was a cruel bitch.
Stream after stream hit me, binding me tighter and tighter to Vasren.
And then he had me on my hands and knees again.
Thrusting into me even as he continued to come.
I braced myself, felt him fill me, his essence sank in, and then he filled me again.
My hair swung with his movements, my body yielding to his.
But I felt no pleasure anymore. That had left with my heart.
My cock hung limp below me, swinging with Vasren's pounding fury. His reluctant claiming.
Soon enough, I went numb, just staring ahead at the beautiful jade bed frame as the man I loved poured himself into my soul even as he rejected me.