Chapter 16
Meera
The first thrust was like being split open. It was raw, relentless, and so… so perfect. Graham’s cock filled me so completely I forgot how to breathe. He stretched me open, inch by inch, his grip on my hips bruising as he buried himself to the hilt.
I gasped for air when he paused for just a second with his cock speared in me. But the second ended quickly, and he started to move.
“Fuck. Graham!”
The scream tore from my throat as he pulled back only to slam into me again, the force of it rocking me forward against the couch.
His tail coiled tighter around my thigh, holding me in place, and I could feel every ridge of him, every pulse of his body as he fucked me with a desperation that matched my own.
His hips slammed against mine with a force that sent jolts of pleasure-pain ricocheting through my body. His tail lashed against my thigh, the tapered tip pressing against my clit with every deep, punishing stroke, and I could feel myself unraveling already.
His free hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat.
His teeth grazed my pulse point, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make me whimper, my body clenching around him.
The sound he made was feral, his hips stuttering for a second before he regained control, his rhythm turning brutal.
“You take me so well,” he growled against my ear, his voice rough. “Look at you, Meera. So fucking perfect, stretched around my cock.”
The couch creaked beneath us, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room, and I could feel my orgasm coiling tight in my belly. His tail slid higher, the tapered tip pressing against my clit with every thrust, and I whimpered, my nails scraping against the leather.
“Graham, I’m—
He growled, his hips pistoning hard against mine.
My back arched, my body clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Graham groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he stilled, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own release.
For a moment there was only the sound of our ragged breathing, the scent of sex and rain lingering in the air. Then Graham’s arms were around me, lifting me effortlessly as he carried me toward the bathroom.
His bathroom was an indulgent mix of dark-veined marble and gleaming gold fixtures.
The enclosed glass shower was large enough to fit at least four of me, with rainfall showerheads embedded in the ceiling and a bench along one wall.
A freestanding tub sat beneath a skylight, showing the clouds hanging low over the rain-streaked glass.
He turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, then ushered me under the spray.
His hands were on me again, turning me to face the wall, his body pressing against mine from behind.
The hot water cascaded over us, washing away every worry I’d ever had.
His fingers traced the curve of my spine, his lips brushing against my shoulder as he reached for the soap.
I hummed, content in his arms.
I leaned back against him, my head falling against his chest as his hands moved over me, slick and sure.
He washed every inch of me: my arms, my breasts, the sensitive skin between my thighs.
His touch was soft and tender, yet possessive, especially the way his tail curled around my waist to hold me steady.
When he was done, he cupped my face, tilting my head back so he could kiss me. The water poured over us, the heat of his body seeping into mine, and I realized that I didn’t want this to end.
The cave mouth yawned before me, a jagged aperture of black stone.
The walls were slick with moisture, and veins of light glowed faintly blue beneath the surface of the stone.
The air smelled of sulfur and old blood, thick enough to taste.
My stomach twisted, but my feet moved forward anyway, drawn by something I couldn’t name.
The dragon waited for me at the center of the cave.
He was massive, his scales bronzed and beautiful, his wings folded tight against his body.
His golden reptilian eyes locked onto mine, and I froze.
He was huge, taking up most of the cave.
He stood on all fours like a beast, but intelligence shone in his eyes.
I couldn’t pick out any details because I couldn’t look directly at him for any length of time without averting my gaze.
Was this some sort of magical spell? Or was he just that powerful?
“You have something of mine.”
His voice came without his mouth ever moving. It was a vibration, a pressure inside my head. It sounded so familiar, like I’d heard it before. I knew he was talking about the egg.
“I do not.” It wasn’t a lie. I truly didn’t have it anymore. Desmon did.
The dragon’s lips curled back, revealing teeth like daggers. “Do not play games with me, little thief. The egg. You will return it.”
“I didn’t steal it,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I just took it from someone who did. I wanted what was best for it. I returned it to a dragon.”
The dragon before me let out an earth-shaking roar. “You gave away my egg!”
I took a step back, my heel catching on the uneven stone. I tumbled backward and landed inside a nest made of molten rock and lined with lava. Was this nest meant for the egg?
The dragon’s tail lashed, sending a spray of sparks skittering across the cave floor. I scrambled out of the nest.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know who to go to. I just wanted the egg to be safe.”
“Retrieve it. Bring it to me.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous, and he peered at me like he could see right into my soul.
“Bring me my child, and I’ll forgive you.
I will make it worth your while.” A sparkle lit his eyes as his gaze trailed down my body.
“You are pleasing to the eye, for a human. And you have bonded with the egg. I offer you a bargain: stay with me and serve as its guardian. You can be my companion for the rest of your measly human life. All the riches you ever want, you can have. I will give you everything— palaces, treasures, a life most humans only dream of.”
My mouth moved, but no words came out. Did I really understand what he wanted and what he offered? Me? Raising a dragonlet next to a dragon? He couldn’t possibly mean that.
“You want me to raise a dragon?” I finally managed to ask.
“Humans have gotten strong in the last few centuries. A human guardian would secure my child’s future in your world. You will be rewarded handsomely. Whatever you wish it is yours, as long as you bring me my egg.”
He wanted to raise it, so that must mean he wouldn’t harm it. But did I dare believe him? Did I have a choice?
“Meera!” Graham’s voice cut through the edges of my consciousness.
The entire cave started to vibrate, and the first large blocks of rock fell from the cave ceiling.
The dragon’s roar split the air, a sound like mountains tearing apart.
The ground beneath me lurched, buckling as if the earth itself had turned to liquid.
The walls groaned, and the veins of blue light glowing from within fractured like shattered glass.
A boulder crashed down, missing my shoulder by inches. I choked on the dust in the air, coughing as I stumbled, my bare feet slipping on loose stones. Another slab of rock slammed into the ground where I’d just been standing.
“Bring me the egg!” It was the last thing I heard before the world split apart.
I screamed as the cavern caved in around me.
“Meera! You’re alright. I’m right here.”
My eyes popped open, and I struggled with the straps holding me down. It took me several seconds to realize I was still in Graham’s bed, and the straps were nothing more than his sheets.
Graham pulled me into his arms. “It’s okay. It’s only a dream.”