Chapter Eleven #2
“You were decent when you brought me here to see me well-armed,” I conceded, trying to figure out a way to talk him out of what I knew was coming. What my body might willingly give in to if I couldn’t come up with a persuasive enough argument to stop him.
“And I need you to be that now,” I said firmly, trying to get through to this side of him in a way he might respect and listen to.
“Yet we both know I won’t be.” Drawing closer, he inhaled deeply, and his dragon eyes flared. “Not when you crave me deep inside you. When you crave my seed as much as I crave filling you with it.”
Even though I was still shaking my head no, I knew the battle was already lost the closer he got.
I wouldn't be able to turn him away if I wanted to.
My need for him was far too great. He seemed to sense my weakening resolve, too, because he took advantage of it.
Striking like a snake before I could dart away, he yanked me into his arms, dug his hand into my hair, and closed his mouth over mine.
After that, I was gone, not caring if anyone walked in on us.
Not caring about anything but how he could make me feel.
I was his for the taking as our kiss grew almost violently hungry, our desperation for each other unstoppable. He would have his way, and I would let him, eager for what came next as he plunked me on the workbench I had nearly back into, chanted away my clothes, and ordered me to lie back.
Heat blazed through me at the way his sinfully lustful eyes raked over me. He stroked and fondled me, his touch more aggressive than his other side, and I liked it, groaning when he pulled me to the edge of the table, made his way down my body, and settled between my thighs.
I never stopped groaning after that as he used his tongue and teeth in all sorts of creative ways that had me crying out in pleasure despite trying to remain quiet.
“Don’t be quiet,” he ordered. “Scream so all know who your true mate is. So he knows who satisfies you like no other.”
He was referring to his other half. And while I was going to reply that both sides of him felt beyond amazing, my words were lost to me when he pushed me over the edge, and I screamed, trying to muffle the sound against the back of my palm.
“What did I tell you?” he growled against my throbbing flesh.
He chanted away his clothing while nipping and running his tongue here and there on my body until he hovered over me, a warning in his voice when he brought his mouth close to my ear.
“You scream out your pleasure.” He took my hands and pinned them above my head, and steered my gaze to his, so I had no choice but to look into his eyes. “Do you understand?”
My heart racing at the dark promise in his eyes, I managed a jerky nod, gasping at the feel of him rubbing his heavy arousal back and forth as he scooped his free arm under my knee and pulled my leg up, allowing him full access.
“Wrap your other leg around me,” he ordered, giving my wrist a little squeeze that I best comply, so I did, raked by mini orgasms while he continued pleasuring himself against me.
Despite his orders, I tried to keep my voice down, but failed miserably when he didn’t ease into me slowly but entered me with one long, hard thrust that made me release so hard I screamed again in pleasure and locked up before shaking all over.
Releasing a ragged rumble at how good it felt, he gave me no chance to recover and instead continued riding me, his thrusts long and deep, making me feel so incredibly good, I lost myself to what felt like a never-ending climax.
“Yet I want more from you, mate,” he ground out, still holding my wrists together, his mouth close to my ear again after he’d had his fill of watching me writhe in pleasure beneath him. “I want you to give me offspring. Strong dragons that are all ours. Mine and yours.”
I understood he was referring to this side of him, and while some part of me felt it would be a betrayal, I couldn’t find my voice to say so and could only manage a groan as his thrusts intensified.
At that moment I knew I would give him anything he wanted if he kept making me feel this good. Anything at all.
Seeming to like that, he slowed his thrusts and pressed deeper still, hitting areas that made me whimper in pleasure, begging for him to release me from the overwhelming aching need swelling inside me again.
Thankfully, he did, but not before making me suffer for what felt like an eternity before he pressed deep one last time, growled for me to let go, then roared with pleasure, and exploded inside me.
It was impossible to describe what I felt at that moment, only that it was epic. Crushing as the feel of him letting go combined with knowing how thoroughly he had claimed me made me scream in pleasure again when my body seemed to expand, then explode right along with his.
I couldn’t say how long we stayed like that, caught in the euphoric bliss we had brought each other, only that he seemed to throb endlessly, keeping me locked in a cage of pleasure with him.
Eventually, his mouth found mine again, and he kissed me long and languidly, pressing deeper, no doubt determined to plant his seed, as he would say.
In fact, the kiss was so romantic this time, I couldn’t help but murmur that I loved him, forgetting for a moment this version of him would not return the words. Or would he? Yet I knew better than to hope when he offered no reply other than to step away and chant us both back into our clothing.
While I would be lying if I said it didn’t sting, I managed to keep the hurt from my face. That is, until what he said next truly wounded me with words I didn't see coming.