Chapter Thirteen
Katai Tsai. Vasren had given me his name.
It was mine in truth now, not just a stolen moniker meant to honor a past relationship.
But of course it was mine. That's what happened with Dragon mates.
Especially mates of another race. We, the mates, became Dragons in the eyes of their dread.
That piece of Vas inside me made me one of his kind.
I couldn't summon fire or manipulate water.
I certainly couldn't transform into a giant beast. But as far as their laws went, I was a Dragon now. The thought was staggering.
But it was the gift of his name that affected me the most.
I was Katai Tsai now. Mate of Vasren Tsai. Member of the Rushao Dread. In the eyes of Dragons, I was of his line—part of Vasren's family. Holy fuck.
As I poured my mate's tea later that night, I felt the weight of what I had become. My bitterness seeped away under the blanket of what Vas had given me. I didn't mind being Kat anymore. For him, I would put on the best performance of my life. It was penance, but it was also love.
Vas sat on the couch, facing the massive glass wall to take in the night view.
I knelt beside his feet and lifted the ceramic teapot high, over a tiered tray made specifically for the tea ritual.
The golden liquid streamed down into the cups, cooling as it went.
Very little splashed over the sides and through the wooden slats to be collected in the bottom portion.
I was good at this. I'd done it many times for Vas in the past. But this time felt different.
Dressed only in the silk robe Vas had bought me earlier that day, I bent over the tray and replaced the pot.
Holding an immaculate napkin in my left hand, I brought his handle-less teacup to the cloth with my right hand and turned it so that any spilled drops were dried.
Then I put the napkin down and lifted the cup to my lover with both hands, offering him more than tea with my eyes.
Looking like a king, Vas leaned forward to accept the cup.
His legs were spread, his pose relaxed. He took the cup with as much gravitas as it was offered and sipped.
With a nod, he sat back, and then motioned to the tray.
With his acceptance, I moved on to my cup, performing the same movements.
When I was done, I remained kneeling beside his feet, sipping my tea as I stared at the view.
High up as we were, the glow of Sunsho didn't reach us.
Only the garden lights competed with the moon. It was a lovely, peaceful picture.
Vasren waited for me to finish my tea before he stroked my hair and then put pressure on the side of my head, bringing it down to lie upon his knee.
That strange wave of submission swept through me again, and this time, I gave in to it.
I recognized it as Kat and welcomed that piece of myself.
With that acceptance, I relaxed on his thigh and let him stroke my hair.
We sat there for several long minutes, content in the comfort of the moment. And then Vas put his cup down.
“Move the tray,” he said softly.
I rose to my knees and moved the tray to the floor.
“Bend over the table and lift your robe to your waist.”
My breath caught. Why did this feel different tonight? Why was I shivering with excitement?
Keeping my head bowed, I moved in front of him, lifted the bottom of my robe to expose my lower half, and bent over the table.
I wore nothing beneath the silk, so the cool night air chilled my flesh.
But Vasren's hands were warm as they slid over my ass, chasing away the chill.
He spread my cheeks and massaged them. One hand moved below and between my legs to cup my sex.
“Do you like submitting to me, little Kat?” Vasren whispered.
“I like making you happy,” I whispered back.
He let out a low rumble. Our connection told me it was partially pleasure and partially irritation. “And what would make you happy?”
“As I said, pleasing you makes me happy.”
“Is that all?” He stroked me, and I hardened in his grip.
I moaned my answer, “Yes.”
“Then spread your lower cheeks for me.”
Lying my face upon the marble tabletop was as much of a relief as his warm hands had been, but in the opposite manner.
The cool stone drove the flush from my face.
I reached back and opened myself. I felt his finger trail over my entrance and couldn't help clenching against it as my breath caught.
Vas chuckled low and moved off the couch.
I angled my head to see him kneel between my legs. And then he bent forward.
I cried out as his tongue licked me. Groaning, his breath hot on my wet skin, Vas continued to lavish attention on me there.
He licked and kissed until I felt liquid drip down my seam to collect against my sacs.
With me wet, Vas pulled back. A finger replaced his tongue.
He pushed gently. In and out. Little by little, he worked into me.
And then he pumped hard, his finger going in to the base, and his fist slamming against my body. Punching into me.
I arched my back and opened further to him. “Please, Vas.”
“So, there is something you want,” he said slyly. “Tell me, little Kat. What do you want from me? What will make you happy?”
“Fuck me.”
“I am fucking you.”
“With your cock. Vas, slide your cock into me and fuck me. That will make me very happy.”
With a barbaric grunt, Vas lurched up onto his knees and drove himself forward.
His plump head breached my entrance with a popping sensation, and then he was inside, the way already loosened for his claiming.
There was no workup this time. Vas instantly started a wild rhythm, thrusting in and out so ferociously that the low table creaked.
I let go of my ass to grip the table edge and brace myself.
Without slowing, Vasren bent over my back and pushed aside my hair. His hot tongue ran up my throat before he nibbled my ear. Into my ear, he whispered, “I love you, Kat.”
I screamed in response, my release shooting out of me like a star across the night sky. Vas groaned with the clenching of my body and then kissed my throat. His hand went below to work me through my climax, his thumb rubbing me right over the tip to feel the liquid exodus.
“That's it, come for me. Squeeze me with your tight channel. Give me what's mine.”
“Vas,” I moaned.
When my climax ended, he grabbed my knees and pushed them up onto the table so that I was frog-legged on the marble.
It opened me even further to his thrusting.
Then he gripped the edge of the table on either side of my hands and pumped deeper into me.
Every slam sent my spent cock slapping against the marble.
It sent zings of pleasure up my spine until I grew hard again.
But with my erection, the position became uncomfortable.
Vas had my cock squeezed between him and the table.
“Vas, my cock. Please. You're crushing me.”
Vasren pulled out and turned me over onto my back. But the silk robe got in his way. He yanked open the belt and spread the panels of silk to either side of me. My legs started to slide down.
“Keep them up here.” He pushed against the backs of my thighs until I grabbed myself beneath the knees and held my legs in place. “Good boy.” He slid back into me and resumed his rhythm. “Are you happy?”
“Yes,” I panted.
“Where do you want me to come?”
“I don't care. Wherever you want, Vas.”
“Tell me what I want to hear first.”
I stared up at him. He wanted what he had offered me. This was an improvement, right? Or maybe I was as delusional as he was. Who the fuck cared? I didn't. I held his stare and gave him what we both wanted. “I love you, Vas.”
Vas locked up against me and cried out. With his head flung back, he released inside me. But then he pulled out, his head lowered, and grabbed himself to angle the stream up my body. I moaned as it lashed my chest. Another cry ripped from him.
Then Vasren shuddered and let go of his cock. He yanked my robe closed, mopping up his release with it before tossing the silk open again. Then he collapsed over me.
Both of us panting, I stroked his hair and held him. My legs lowered, naturally curling around him, and I let my head roll back on a sigh. The illusion was now an acknowledged thing, shared and fostered by us both, and somehow that made it all right.
“I love you,” I said again. “It's always been you, Vas. Only you.”
Vasren let out a shuddering breath and then gathered me up, off the table, leaving my robe behind. He carried me into our bedroom and laid me down on the bed. Warm and sated, we snuggled together and let the fantasy sweep us away to somewhere we were both happy. So very happy.