Chapter Forty-Four
Mia
“What are you doing?” I asked as he set me down in front of his throne.
“Finding you a place to take off that dress,” he growled, unzipping his pants and sitting down.
I gasped, looking around wildly. The long, rectangular room was empty, but there were several doors, any or all of which someone could open.
“You’re not getting me naked in here,” I said, trying not to stare at his thick cock as it rested on his thigh. I knew what it would feel like deep inside me, pushing my walls apart, filling me perfectly.
“Then clothed you will stay,” Tor growled possessively, lifting the skirt of my dress.
Rip!
I gasped as he tore the underwear from my body, leaving me bare. Then he pulled me down into his lap. I sat awkwardly, my legs outside his, while his hand stroked the inside of my thighs, instantly stoking the furnace between my legs to life.
“Stop that,” I said, only half-heartedly trying to move his hand.
“If you don’t want it, I won’t stop you from standing up,” he growled into my ear, casually grabbing at my breasts through the dress. There was too much material in the way for him to do much, but it was the nature of how he touched me that fired me up.
He was taking what he wanted. I could leave at any time, but until then, I was his, and he expected me to do as I was told. And that was fucking hot.
A whimper escaped my throat as he teased my lips with the tips of his fingers, avoiding true contact. I found myself starting to move my hips against him, back and forth slowly. His cock was rock solid, the head resting against my leg.
“This is crazy,” I said, though my body didn’t care. I was responding to his touch, and he knew it. It didn’t take long for him to start spreading my wetness around, using it to caress my clit, turning my whimpers into outright moans.
“I want to be inside you,” he rumbled into my ear, his cock straining against me as he spoke, doing that fun little flex thing it sometimes did when guys get extremely aroused for a second.
A smile graced my lips at the knowledge that I had caused that. That was the effect I had on the man I intended to marry, and though he was driving me wild, there was physical evidence of myself doing the same. He longed for me.
“Oh, Tor,” I moaned into his ear as my head lolled back, my mouth finding his cheek and neck, kissing it, sucking on it, biting it.
He growled and grabbed the shaft of his cock, pressing the tip to my entrance. I squirmed, moving against it, wanting him desperately inside me. As deep as I could take it.
When the tip entered me, I gasped. Tor released his grip to let more slide inside while he rubbed my clit.
The combination of sensations and the risky nature of where we were only heightened my arousal, sending me over the edge without warning.
My hands clamped down on his hips as I struggled to stay balanced, my moans filling the throne room. I couldn’t stop it or myself.
“So hot,” he murmured, nibbling at my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine that brought goosebumps.
“Thank you,” I said, sitting upright, eager to take the rest of him into me and exert a bit of my own control. I rose up on my heels, however, so that I didn’t immediately slide all the way down the shaft.
That would be my fun.
“You’re so hard,” I observed, loving the rigidity of his cock inside me.
“You do that to me,” he teased.
I looked back and grinned. “You know what else I’m doing to do to you?” I asked, lifting my hips up until only the tip of his cock was still inside me.
“What’s that?”
I slid all the way down his shaft.
One of the doors opened, and three people entered the throne room.
I bit down, clenching my jaw as hard as I could, my face turning red as I struggled not to make a single sound.
It was near impossible with his thick, hard cock all but rearranging my insides as it filled me to bursting, my walls clamping down hard around it in a mind-numbing orgasm that I simply could not let out.
“My lord!” one of the dragons called in surprise, seeing us sitting on the Throne. “You’re back.”
“I am,” Tor said, his voice taut.
“We … we didn’t know,” another said, bowing his head respectfully.
“There is no reason you should,” Tor said, shifting under me.
The movement set his cock moving around inside me. I couldn’t help it, I squeaked.
“Sorry,” I said breathlessly to the dragons, all of whom glanced at me quizzically. “My first time in the throne room.”
“This is my mate,” Tor said with what sounded like pure regality, though I doubted it did to the dragons. They had to know what was up. They just had to. My face burned with embarrassment.
“My lady,” the three dragons intoned as one.
“The Princess of Storms has arrived,” Tor announced. “We have passed the Test and been confirmed by the God-King. That means it is a time for celebration.”
“Of course!” the first dragon spoke. “I’ll get to planning right away.”
“Excellent,” Tor said, his hips shifting underneath me. It wasn’t much movement, but it was enough to rub against certain sensitive parts inside me. The folds of my skirt hid his movement from the other dragons, however, so he didn’t have to stop.
My face, on the other hand, was fully visible. I glanced back at him slightly as his cock twitched, making me draw in a sharp breath, but he just smiled.
“Make it a grand party,” Tor said. “Invite the other clan heads, representatives. All of that.”
“Consider it done, Prince Torrent.”
One of Torrent’s hands snaked under my dress again, his fingers slowly circling my clit. I went still. He didn’t stop.
“We’ll have it for, shall we say, two days hence?” Tor suggested. “That should be enough time.”
“Of course.”
Tor’s fingers moved faster. I breathed quicker, staring at a spot on the wall as my body tightened around him.
His cock twitched and swelled, and I clenched my hands into fists as he came deep inside me, the abrupt explosion of warmth triggering my own orgasm. My pussy clamped down around him, milking his cock for every drop of his seed, while Tor continued to rattle off orders.
I nearly passed out from trying to hold it in; my mind turned to mush with pleasure. I no longer heard Tor’s words, only his voice. The warmth of our aftermath dripped down my leg, but I dared not move. Not with other people in the room. I was trapped.
“Very good, now leave us,” Tor commanded.
The other dragons left the room, their original purpose for coming in forgotten in the wake of the commands from their prince.
“You,” I said tautly before he could speak, “are ruthless.”
He grinned at me and laughed shamelessly. “I felt how hard you came, my darling. The squeeze of you around me was most intense. You enjoyed yourself.”
“It was … risky,” I said. “But … you were right. It was pretty hot.”
He lifted me off him, quickly pulling his pants up, then scooped me into his arms and ducked behind the stone chairs to reveal another door.
“This is so not sexy,” I said. “But I’m, um …”
“Leaking my come?” he growled suggestively. “I can imagine.”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry, my dear. I’m taking you to my room via a personal passage. No one will come across us. And then, once there, we’ll go right to the shower.”
“Okay,” I said, trying to ignore the less-than-pleasant post-sex sensations.
“Hopefully, by then, you’ll be ready for round two,” he added, his lust-filled voice blasting away those thoughts as my body revved itself again.
We made it to his room without incident. After spending too much time getting dirty in the shower, I rinsed Tor off my breasts and cleaned myself up. More clothing was waiting for me, though it was not nearly as fancy as the dress.
A billowy white button-up silk blouse and stretchy black pants were an odd choice, but apparently, it was considered dragon fashion. I eyed myself in the mirror.
“I feel like I should almost be a pirate,” I joked.
“Well, you look good to me,” Tor said, extending his arm.
“We going somewhere?”
He frowned. “Of course. Didn’t you hear me?”
“Hear you … what? Calling out my name?” I teased. “Yes, I think I did.”
“Well, that,” he answered with a grin. “But also my announcement to gather the dragons on hand for a proper ceremony in the throne room to introduce you. So come along. We must head back.”
“Okay,” I said, taking his arm and following him through the corridors, emerging into the throne room again.
“Your throne, my Princess,” he purred, helping me into my seat.
I sat back and watched him assume his throne just as the doors at the far end opened.
“Tor,” I said, horror growing in me as I looked out into the chamber.
The thrones were on a raised platform, several steps above the rest of the room. The long red carpet led from the door to us, and several dragons marched down it.
“Yes?”
“Please tell me those aren’t my ripped underwear sitting at the base of the throne,” I said, catching his eyes and gesturing with a tilt of my head.
“Um,” he said awkwardly.
“They were there the entire time the other dragons were here, weren’t they?” I asked.
“Ummm,” he said, getting up and hurrying down the stairs to pocket them, drawing confused looks from the approaching dragons.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, wanting to bury my face in my hands. “That is so embarrassing.”
“Chin up,” Tor said through the corner of his mouth. “Time to be the princess.”
If there was anything that could distract me at the moment, the reminder that I was now dragon royalty was certainly near the top of that list.
I just had to hope I didn’t screw it up.