Chapter Twenty-Seven
Mia
Hearing Tor talk about protecting me and how important that was to him stirred something inside me.
Guilt? Perhaps slightly, but it was bigger than that.
He was prioritizing me, putting me first, over not just his sister but himself.
I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It was …
different. Something was different. But what?
I thought it over as I gazed around the grand cavern, taking it all in again.
He was acting different; that was it. Something had changed in how he treated me.
I was no longer just a hired cleaner he’d fooled around with.
I was something more to him, though I wasn’t sure what or, perhaps more importantly, why?
What had caused this change in behavior?
Was it simply the fact that he was free to show me who and what he really was? Was that giving him the freedom he’d lacked before?
“How are you doing?” he asked, taking me by the upper arm, gently turning me around until I looked right at him. “With all of this? You don’t seem to be too worked up.”
“It’s … a lot to take in,” I admitted, trying not to focus on how his hand felt on me, how big it was compared to my arm. “Explains a lot of inconsistencies I hadn’t even noticed were bothering me, not to mention all the other weird occurrences.”
“I’m sorry you had to find out this way,” he rumbled, gently stroking my arm with his thumb, sending shivers up through my shoulder.
“I’ll be okay, I think,” I said, tittering slightly with laughter. “Maybe.”
“Why don’t we go back?” he suggested. “At least get you some food or something like that.”
“That’s not such a bad idea,” I said, though I wasn’t all that hungry just then.
His fingers slid down my arm and took my hand, tugging me after him, back through the Rift and into the basement of his mansion. There was absolutely no sense of being transported, no disorientation. Just moving through the Rift, from one side to the other, like any normal step.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, pausing at the top of the stairs, his hand still entwined with mine.
“I think so,” I said, glancing at our joined hands. My body was tingling from his touch. Every time he had a hand on me, I reacted that way.
Was it dragon magic? The times he’d kissed me, it had felt like my mind was being melted from the inside, reducing inhibitions and creating unbelievable desire out of nowhere.
Could it be that he was enchanting me? I didn’t know everything they could do.
After all, I’d just discovered they were real. How much else was there to dragons?
“Mia? Everything all right?”
I nodded, pulling my hand from his. The feeling faded, albeit slowly, until I looked up and met his eyes. In his gaze, I saw the unbridled lust that had been building inside me.
Was he feeling it, too? Could I possibly have that effect on him? It didn’t seem possible, he was, well, him, and I was me. His six-pack and thick biceps, chiseled chest and perfectly cut jaw were amazing specimens of male sexuality. I, meanwhile, was short and thick. The complete antithesis.
Yet the way his pupils drank me in as he stared back seemed to belay that truth. As if I had somehow understood it wrong all along. He wasn’t faking it. There was nothing to fake anymore. Nothing had been said or intimated for him to begin faking it. It was just him.
“Are you still hungry?” he asked as if picking up on the swing in my mood.
I shook my head, not sure I trusted myself to speak.
Everything that had happened—it was just too much.
Dragons, different realms. I had to focus on something else.
Something real. Like the way his touch made me react.
The feel of his body against mine. I recalled how his tongue and lips had felt on my clit, which only increased the heat pouring between my legs to wrap itself around my brain, dulling everything around me except his face.
“I thought not,” he growled. “I think you should come with me.”
“Okay.” What else was I supposed to say? He took me by the hand, leading me to the side, to one of the locked doors. It opened at his touch, and I followed him inside to his bedroom.
Almost immediately, he spun me around, one hand sliding up my back to grab the rear of my neck while the other held my waist, pulling me tight to him. I gasped and leaned my head back at the rough, commanding nature. I hadn’t expected him to get like that so soon.
I didn’t stop him, though. He was taking charge, reading the situation. I wanted it. He wanted it, and he was taking it. Taking me. It burned my body, and as he stripped me between kisses, the cool air was the only respite I got to ensure my mind didn’t melt from the heat of his touches.
However, my clothes weren’t alone on the floor.
First his shirt, then his pants ended up in heaps around us.
He traced his fingers across bare skin on my neck, my shoulders, back, chest, breasts, stomach, and hips, covering my body with his fingers, grabbing, holding, caressing, and teasing while I moaned.
“Damn her,” he growled, tracing the bruises from the seatbelt. His eyes flashed with a bluish-white glow, and I felt the anger pouring off him.
“Kiss it better,” I moaned, wanting more than his fingers.
He bent to the task immediately, starting at my right shoulder and moving down across my left breast, taking his time there until my nipple was hard, sucking on it gently while I moaned. Then he continued down to my hip and across my stomach.
Then he abruptly slid south, kissing me through my underwear, his tongue, lips, and even his nose brushing against me at varying times, driving me wild with need and desire.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled the soaked piece of fabric to the side and ate me for real.
My fists twisted deep in the comforter, my cries bouncing off the walls, filling the room.
No way anyone walking by couldn’t hear, but it didn’t matter at the moment. I just needed his touch.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned, everything beginning to tingle while my muscles tightened. “Please don’t stop.”
Tor didn’t. He knew how to please me, and he went about his business with pleasure. It wasn’t long before I shook in his grip, my legs trying to clamp around his head, only to be forced apart by his arms. The casual usage of strength only made me wetter, increasing the cravings.
His tongue on my clit wouldn’t be enough. Not tonight. I needed more. Much, much more.
“You’re mine,” he growled in my ear as he mounted me, pushing my legs apart, lining his cock up with my opening. It was thick and hard, the tip swollen until it was practically purple even in the dim light. I saw it throbbing and knew I needed it in me that instant.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, and he plunged into me.
I cried out. Though he slid in with ease, my pussy more than wet enough to take him, I wasn’t entirely prepared for his size. I stretched to accommodate him. I was nearly there when he brushed a finger against my clit at the same time.
“Holy shit!” I yelped, coming instantly all over his cock, my walls clamping down hard enough to make him groan in my ear.
I smiled at that, loving the feeling of power. His pleasure was mine, and we both knew it. I squeezed hard again, flexing those muscles, and his groans intensified. His head shook, trembling slightly, and he grabbed my wrists, forcing them back into the pillows above my head.
He stared at me, his eyes wide, pale, and filled with a wild energy I wasn’t sure I’d seen before.
His hips pulled back and thrust deep while I squeezed with every inch that entered me.
We fought for control like that, each vying to wrap the other under our spell, grinning and moaning as the tug of war went back and forth.
In the end, he won. Mostly, he cheated because he started playing with my clit, forcing my eyes back into my head.
I flopped down while he fucked me hard, making my entire body shake.
I grabbed my breasts to stop them from bouncing wildly, but that only made him growl louder and fuck me harder as he watched me play with them.
I gladly did so because it meant he wasn’t entirely in control.
I came again. And again. Tor read me like a book, playing with my clit when I could handle it or simply fucking me deep when I couldn’t.
He sucked on my nipples and kissed me deeply, always seeming to know exactly what I was craving.
My body was wracked with spasm after spasm as I struggled to keep up, but eventually, I couldn’t.
I gave up, and he used me to my fullest, fucking me harder and deeper than I’d ever been taken before.
At some point, he flipped me over and teased my asshole with a finger as he fucked me from behind.
His other hand came around to cup my jaw, making me feel like he had true control of me.
I sucked his fingers and thrust my ass up against his hips.
He growled and pushed my face into the pillow, fucking me hard until I came again.
And then, just when I’d reached the point where I could take no more, he pulled out. I stared at his face, watching it contort as he covered me from my mound to my chin. It gushed out of him in long ropes, splashing hotly across my skin.
When he was done, I sagged against the bed, thoroughly exhausted and used.
Immediately, he got up and headed to the bathroom, returning with a towel.
Tor proceeded to clean me off, softly kissing my skin as he did, soothing the burning nerve endings and driving me toward sleep.
I’d never been cared for like that. The tenderness, and detail in which he went, just to make sure I was cleaned up from his mess, had me feeling all sorts of ways.
Which was precisely why I needed some space to breathe.
“Thank you,” I whispered, taking the towel from him to grab a few spots he’d missed.
“You’re welcome,” he said and flopped over onto his back, his eyes almost immediately closing.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one tuckered out. I rose and headed toward the bathroom. In there, I finished cleaning myself up. I also found a robe and slipped that on. Several minutes passed, then several more, while I stared at the mirror, trying to calm my heart.
It wasn’t beating from the activities anymore, but rather the sudden influx of emotions that had overtaken my brain as the arousal faded and was replaced with proper thought processes.
I was feeling. Feeling. Emotions. Not pleasure, but real emotions about how Tor treated me, and I was not okay with that. He’d somehow wormed his way into my confidences, past my defenses, and then some. I couldn’t let that happen. Not yet, not today. I wasn’t ready.
Knowing what I had to do, I tried to steel myself in the mirror to actually go forward with it. I could hear him snoring softly but doubted it was overly deep. He’d wake easily, and I could end it, there and then, before anything else took root in me.
I opened the door to go to him.
Before I could say anything, however, a cold, frigid gust of air settled over me. Shadows peeled away from the wall, covering my mouth and wrapping up my limbs, binding me tighter than the strongest rope. I struggled but couldn’t even breathe. The room started to go dark.
Behind me, the door clicked closed.
Then I was bodily hauled from the room by something made of sheer darkness.