Chapter Thirty-Nine
Mia
My face burned as bright and hot as my pussy, the only difference being it wasn’t aching for more, unlike my clit begging me in no uncertain terms to let Tor continue what he was doing.
I had my hands up on the wall on either side of the alcove, my foot resting on the bench, while my dragon lover, or whatever the hell he was to me, went to town between my legs, driving me into a frenzy.
“Just fuck me,” I begged. “It’ll be faster.”
“Absolutely not,” he murmured from underneath my skirts, renewing his relentless and yet thoroughly calculated assault on my privates.
My legs trembled, but I knew he would never let me fall. His strength would see to that.
“This is so wrong,” I said. “Someone will surely come looking for us, don’t you think?”
“I doubt it. Dragons are a pretty horny bunch, and we get used to giving others privacy while acting like we never noticed their absence. Besides, people will be happy for us.”
“They will?”
He stopped. “I am trying to work here. Can we have this conversation after?”
A finger slid inside me to emphasize the point, forcing me to lean harder against the wall as he slid it deeper before adding a second, just enough to stretch me out slightly. My only reply was a moan that I muffled with my shoulder, though I was sure I’d left teeth marks.
“Thank you,” Tor said saucily.
My snappy response was stolen from me along with my breath as his tongue found my clit with ease, pushing through my lips and across it, around it, over it, and all manner of teasing it.
He varied his pressure and his attack pattern until I swore my fingers were digging into the wall, I was clutching it so hard.
“Oh, my god,” I moaned as my body switched gears, the pressure building abruptly as I went past the point of no return. The only thing that would stop me from coming right then was if Tor stopped for some reason.
Which he didn’t. He kept pushing. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I gasped with every touch of his tongue, every caress of his fingers inside me.
“Everything okay over here?”
I stiffened as a tall male—what dragon wasn’t a giant, I was quickly learning—popped his head around the corner before the rest of his body followed.
Below my skirts, Tor slowed for a moment, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Until he resumed. I hissed but nodded at the other man.
“Yes, yes, everything is fine, I promise.”
“If you’re feeling unwell, I can find someone to help you out,” he said.
“Oh, no,” I squeaked as Tor added a third finger, filling me as he slid them against the soft, fleshy upper part of my inside, pairing that with his tongue on my clit.
There was no way I could hold off on what was coming.
“I’m feeling … fine. Just fine. Thank you. I, uh, just trying to tie my shoelace.”
The man frowned but nodded respectfully. “Of course. I’ll leave you be then.”
I sagged as he disappeared around the corner again, and Tor took a break.
“Tying your shoelace?” he questioned wickedly.
My hand grabbed his head through my skirts and pulled it in hard to my pussy. “Finish the job right now,” I ordered in no uncertain terms.
Tor got the hint, and in seconds, I was moaning into my shoulder again as my body convulsed. The orgasm was intense, and I needed several long seconds of deep breaths to come to my senses as Tor exited his position under my skirts, licking his lips suggestively before winking at me.
“I hope you had fun,” I said, fighting back a smile.
“I did,” he nodded. “I don’t need to ask you the same. I have the evidence.”
“Horndog,” I said affectionately, my body starting to come under my control by then.
He smiled and opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was, it was drowned out by the massive crash from somewhere deeper in the house.
Our eyes met in shock.
Then the screams began.