Chapter 14 #2
"Maybe not. We can speculate that your body shut down the whole pregnancy thing because Rory didn't make you feel that having a child with him was truly a good idea. It happens with dragon females. You have to make them want it or it doesn't happen. One reason there's so few of us."
"I'm not a female dragon."
"No, but human omegas, human males who can become pregnant resulted from crossing between our species, so you're related to some dragon females, even if it was a long time ago."
What he said made sense, but it wasn't solving my problem. How did I tell my body to start the pregnancy thing up again when I'd unwittingly shut it down before?
Why had I shut it down when I'd always dreamed of having a family?
I took a deep breath, feeling the beginnings of tears burn in my eyes.
Tyrel let go of my neck to put his arm around my shoulder and pull me closer against his side, as if he knew what was going through my mind. And when I blinked, he wordlessly wiped the tears from my cheeks with his thumb and I wanted to kiss him.
"If you had my child," he said, "it wouldn't lack for anything."
What about parental love? "You don't even really want a child."
He smiled at me, showing just a hint of teeth, and then he said the sweetest thing I'd ever heard anyone say. "I want your child."
If I hadn't already been crying, those words would have made me start.
His smile widened. "Can you even imagine a combination of me and you running around? They'd be powerful enough to rule the world."
"I don't need my child to rule the world."
He laughed. "No, I suppose not. But doesn't every parent have high aspirations for their child?"
"I only want him or her to be happy."
"What if ruling the world made our baby happy?"
His insistence on this silly fantasy made me laugh even as my tears dried on my cheeks. "If that made them happy then I guess I would support them in their aspirations."
"As would I."
I wiped my eyes. "Would you?"
"I'd be a better father than my sire was."
"I know you would be. You will be."
He showed me a soft smile and I couldn't help but respond in kind. I didn't know how he managed to make me feel so light on what was supposed to be one of the darkest days of my life, but he'd done it in a matter of minutes and I loved him for it. And more than anything, I wanted to have his baby.
I felt his gaze on me, and then I heard his words in my head.
Kiss me.
This time, I didn't resist. Didn't even try to. I leaned in and pressed our lips together, tasting dragon. Tasting him. He pulled me into his lap and opened his mouth, letting our tongues meet. I suppressed a needy moan as blood rushed to my groin, getting me hard.
He broke the kiss to speak into my ear. "Do you want me?"
"God yes." Sitting on his lap, I could feel him react to my response, and the intensity of my need to get rid of the fabric between us and lower myself onto him was making my head spin.
"Do you want to make a baby?"
Fuck yes, and screw the consequences. But I needed to ask. "What about the others?"
"Fuck the others."
I almost laughed at his unusual use of crude language. "I'd rather you fuck me."
"As you wish." He kissed the side of my neck, running both of his hands up under my shirt.
I had to control myself not to squirm. Instead I let my head fall back and inhaled deeply.
His touch felt like magic. Not the kind he did with his eyes, but still entirely captivating, raising goosebumps on my skin and setting nerves on fire that I'd never been aware of before.
I raised my arms to help him pull my shirt off over my head.
Then I went to work on his, which wasn't all that easy because I had to open some buttons.
In my haste, I destroyed two of them before I got the shirt off him.
He didn't seem to mind, though. He only growled low in his throat as I mapped the planes of his chest with my fingers, fascinated by his beauty, the raw strength I felt dwelling beneath his skin.
I'd thought of riding him before, but now I nearly drooled at the thought of lying underneath him while he pounded into me, feeling his power behind every thrust.
When he pushed me back into the sheets, I went down easily.
He followed me with his mouth, trailing kisses down my collarbone, then going deeper until he could tease one of my nipples with his tongue while pinching the other. I moaned softly, hoping no one would hear me and come to interrupt what we were doing, breaking the rules.
He went lower, reaching the waist band of my jeans.
"I promised you some marks," he said as he opened my belt and I lifted my hips a little to make it easier for him to free me of my pants.
He pulled them down to my knees. Then he tugged my boxer shorts down as well and eyed my erection.
It hadn't gone down any at his suggestion of marking me.
"Would you still like me to fulfill that promise? "
Yes.
"I won't be able to keep quiet."
He grinned. Then he got up, strode to the door and turned the key in the lock. His grin turned feral. "I wouldn't want you to."
I damn near came right then.
He took off his pants. I stared.
Everything they'd said about dragons being well endowed was absolutely true.
For a second I considered whether being fucked by him would hurt, then I realized that I didn't care. As long as he looked at me like that—with his eyes full of hungry desire—he could do to me whatever he wanted. And then he came back to the bed and did just that.
He straddled my hips, took both of my hands in one of his and held them over my head as he lowered his mouth to my neck. His kiss was gentle at first, but quickly turned more intense as he sucked and scraped his teeth at my skin until the need for more pulsed through me with every heart beat.
Hold still.
The thought entered my mind as I started to squirm in his hold.
I could have resisted his magic, but decided not to, decided to let him do his thing.
For some reason, my body followed his command more than my own, and I stilled.
At least until he wrapped his hand firmly around my hard and aching cock at the same time that he bit the sensitized spot on my neck.
I yelped and tried to thrust into his hand, not entirely sure whether this experience was pleasurable or painful, only sure that I wanted more of it.
"Like that?" Tyrel grinned at me.
In response, I bucked my hips again, but he wasn't moving his hand.
"Not yet," he murmured. "Keep your hands there."
He let go of me and moved down my body. Then he kissed the inside of my thighs, his face almost, almost touching the base of my cock.
I sighed, trying to be patient. And then he started giving that spot the same treatment he'd given the one on my neck and all bets were off.
I made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whine.
His fingers dug into my hips as he tried to stop me from moving and his teeth joined in on the action.
Oh, that was definitely going to leave a mark.
My cock twitched angrily, feeling neglected. I squirmed.
"Ty…"
He made no sign that he'd heard my plea as his mouth kept working on the inside of my thighs, blowing cool air over the spot he'd tortured before moving on to one a little higher up. As he did that, his cheek rubbed my balls and I let my eyes roll back in my head and moaned.
That was when he returned one hand to my cock and treated me to firm but slow strokes. Along with what he was doing with his mouth, it was maddening.
He hadn't wanted me to keep quiet, right? That was good, because I couldn't. Being quiet was entirely beyond me as he used both his hand and his tongue to stoke the fire that was starting to burn within me.
I spread my legs for him as if in invitation. I hadn't gone down with anyone since Rory, hadn't felt like it either, but right now? I felt like I was going to die if nothing happened soon.
"Impatient?" Tyrel murmured, lifting his head. He didn't take his hand off my cock, but stopped moving.
"Just a bit." Understatement of the year.
He grinned at me and let his fingers stray from my cock to wander over my balls and down to my hole where they teased along my rim. "Relax," he said.
I tried. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes and breathed.
I even managed to keep my breathing steady until I felt something cool at my entrance.
Then all bets were off. He'd put lube on his fingers, and it wasn't long before he stuck those digits inside of me.
Slowly, one after the other. Fast enough to keep me from complaining, but not fast enough to keep me from rocking my hips, trying to get him deeper.
I didn't care how big he was; I just wanted him.
"You look so hot like that," he whispered. "You're not saying a thing, but your body is practically begging for me."
I opened my eyes at him. "So give it what it wants." My gaze darted to his cock, which looked even more impressive now. I wasn't the only one who was signaling his needs without saying anything.
"Turn over and get on your knees."
I didn't hesitate following that command for a second.
Once I'd taken position, he grabbed my hips with one hand, and with the other, he guided his hard cock into me, slowly but firmly.
I breathed in deeply, feeling myself stretch around him.
He stroked my back as he sank himself deeper and for a moment, it was all I could do just to keep breathing, lowering my head onto the cool sheets with my ass in the air.
When he'd fully entered me, he paused. Then he firmly gripped my hips with both of his hands, pulled out a little, and started thrusting.
I almost cried out, the rush was so intense.
I didn't have enough air, though. Not at the pace he was setting.
It was brutal. He hadn't been kidding when he'd promised me 'intense'.
Not that I was complaining.
I dug my hands into the sheets and held on for the ride because it was amazing.
Every one of his thrusts rocked me to my core, sending sparks of fire through my veins that slowly gathered into an inferno.
I was pretty sure that he was going to leave finger shaped bruises on my hips, but I didn't care. Not when being bruised hurt this good.
I screwed my eyes shut and pressed myself back against him, trying to get more. Just a tiny bit more. I was so close.
And then he pulled out and stopped. But before I could complain, he flipped me over so that I was lying on my back again.
His eyes were on me, gazing into mine as he entered me again with a deep sigh.
The angle wasn't as good as it had been before, but the way Tyrel looked at me as he thrust into me threw gasoline onto the flames burning through my body.
His movements became shallow as he leaned up to kiss me and I heard myself whimper against his lips.
I wrapped my arms around his back to keep him close, opening my mouth to respond to the kiss.
What we'd been doing before had been amazing, but this…
Damn. This was more than just sex. We were creating life.
I was sure of that now. For the first time in my life, I had no doubt at all that I would be able to conceive.
We'd have a healthy, happy baby, he and I. And I couldn't wait to meet him or her.
My thoughts were interrupted when Tyrel reached down between us to grab my cock. And when he started pumping I didn't last long at all. He bit my neck when the fire inside of me gathered up into an explosion and I hit my climax, making a noise that was somewhere between a cry and a moan.
He leaned up to thrust again and I rocked back against him as small aftershocks rolled through me until he came as well and we collapsed into a heap.
Eventually he rolled onto his back and I cuddled up on his side, resting my head on his broad chest. And when he lazily ran his fingers through my hair, I let myself drift off, exhausted and utterly satisfied.