Chapter Thirteen
Angelica
M ud squelched under my bare toes and I was cursing my stubborn need to outwit him as I slogged through the mud, which splattered against my backside with each leap.
I knew I couldn’t possibly out run him and he did too. But that didn’t mean I’d make it easy on him.
I feinted a slip. Well, sort of. The mud either sucked at my feet or became slick, which made me unsteady on my feet. When my hand sank into the wet clay, I picked up a handful and kept going. I wasn’t sure how to describe it, other than a prickly feeling down my spine that alerted me to him, moments before he swooped down and attempted to seize me.
For a split second, I was frozen with instinctive fear.
Trey was large in his hybrid form, nearly eight feet of muscle and scales. But like this, bearing down on me from above, wings spread, he was even more terrifying.
I swore I saw him grin, like he thought he’d already won.
Until I hauled back and threw a mud ball at him. It hit him in the face and I heard him cry out in shock while I let out a triumphant howl of laughter. I didn’t wait around to see if he crashed to the ground or kept flying. I had very few advantages and I was going to milk this one for all it was worth.
My legs shook as I tried to put on more speed, frustrated that the mud was so damn thick and cumbersome. I may have had a soft middle, but I wasn’t out of shape, far from it when I ran charity 5ks several times a year. But the adrenaline from these circumstances, the stress from earlier and everything else going on, combined with poor ground conditions, had clearly taken its toll on me.
I heard the rush of his wings seconds before he dove down at me again. But he was too far ahead to simply capture me, he was trying to keep me from getting to the cabin.
He said he’d herd me…okay then.
I pivoted back and ran parallel to the cabin, away from him. His dark chuckle floated to me on the air, thrilling me. This was much more fun than I would’ve thought from the stories I’d overhead from my Mundane staff. I’d always thought it would feel degrading, or more terrifying than anything else. But not only was I invigorated, I was turned on as hell.
I wanted him to catch me eventually, I wanted him to hold me down and fuck me on the ground like some kind of cave woman. I wanted the unhinged thrill of being just as savage as he was.
But not until I’d made him earn it.
“Angelica!” he roared behind me.
I wasn’t going to make the classic horror movie mistake of looking back during a chase, so instead I focused on what the next step should be. I was nearly even with the back corner of the cabin, and when I was close enough, I turned as sharply as I could to the right and sprinted right for it.
He cursed behind me and I realized that he’d been running. He probably thought that his talons would give him an advantage on the muddy ground but if the wet thud of him falling too was any indication, he overestimated.
The cabin was getting closer now. I could see the outline of the windows, the siding, even some of the flowers around the front porch. Just when I thought that maybe he wouldn’t catch me before I reached the first step, I was tackled to the cold, sticky ground.
We rolled in the mud, the thick cold coating my breasts and arms. Usually, I would be intensely uncomfortable, but Trey on top of me, pressing my front down, and his very talented, very extruded cock, pressed against my ass, were distracting me from the mud. I would’ve thought I’d be freezing, but my body was on fire, my cunt throbbing in need after that chase. Trey had my hips up, ass pointed to the sky, my cunt exposed. But it wasn’t enough for him. He kicked my legs out, knees sliding wide in the mud as he slung his arm around my waist and his tail around my left leg to keep me from falling.
“Submit!” he demanded.
“Or what?”
His growl made my stomach turn watery and I had a moment to wonder if the side of his Dragon nature he’d sometimes warned me about was too close to the surface.
“Submit, Angelica.”
His cock pressed between my ass cheeks and slid down to my slit where he teased me.
“Did you know that the aphrodisiac works whether you ingest it or not?”
My eyes widened.
“Don’t you dare!”
But his fingers had already slid inside of me, coated with the lubrication from the fine spines on his dick. My body’s reaction was instant. One moment I was aroused, but in control. The next I was a panting, crying mess as I tried to hold back what he was demanding of me.
“Submit and I’ll give you what you want,” he ran the tip of himself up and down. “I’ll fuck you so good, all night if you want me to.”
I tightened my jaw, forcing back the words but now he was rubbing my clit and I was so turned on that animal sounds were pouring from my lips.
“Submit,” he whispered the temptation. “Submit, my beautiful one.”
“I…I…”
“My mate…submit so I can give you what you need.”
The roaring of need in my ears, how my skin felt like thousands of sparks were lighting it up, all of it made his words distant; a mirage that I wasn’t at all sure I was actually hearing. One final pulse against me, one last tweak of my clit, and I screamed.
“I submit!”
His talons scratched my scalp as he fisted a handful of muddy hair and pulled. My back was bowed, with my breasts and stomach in the mud while my head and cunt were pointed up. His breath was warm against my cheek, his soft scales almost overwhelming as his body covered me.
“Good girl.”
And then he slammed into me, his knot just barely outside my opening. I screamed to the night sky in relief, but it was eclipsed by his deafening roar, so similar to the one I’d heard in the mine. It made something in me jolt and yearn to submit to him in some other way that I couldn’t define.
But I didn’t have a chance to figure it out.
My knees slid across the wet ground as he pounded into me, and I was barely aware of his hand releasing my hair and the pinching scratch of his talons as he mercilessly gripped my hips.
I didn’t recognize myself as I begged and cried for him to go harder, deeper. Trey gave me everything I asked for, his strokes vicious as they hit the end of my channel.
But it wasn’t enough. I needed more, I needed…
One hand came to my shoulder, holding me in place as he continued to fuck me, but his sinuous tail slid around and down to the top of my mons.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he panted, not letting up. “So stubborn and sexy. You drive me fucking crazy.”
“I-I won’t do it…again, if you just…please.”
He laughed at me and his tail played with me around where I desperately needed him.
“Yes, you will, it’s who you are. And I’ll tell you a secret,” he stopped with his cock filling me, his knot almost inside, tail hovering over my clit.
I couldn’t breathe, my heart pounded in my ears as Trey let me hang there between heaven and hell, completely at his mercy.
“I wouldn’t want you any other way,” he finally confessed, voice ragged. “I love it when you fight me, because then I get to earn your submission. And I get to fuck you like the animal I am, and you fucking love it. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I grunted shamelessly.
“That’s my…my good girl.”
“Please,” I whimpered. “Please…Trey…”
Beautifully ferocious words in Draconian spilled out of his mouth right before the spade-shaped end of his tail pressed hard circles to my clit and he started to rut me, all of his restraint gone. We were wild, mud covered beings of pure ecstasy. The only thing we knew was the pleasure that wound around and through us like cords of fire. I didn’t care if they bound me to him, if I never felt this way with anyone ever again except him. I wanted his obscene attentions to brand me inside and out.
The release finally crashed through me, and I opened my mouth in a soundless cry, toes curling. It felt like flying through stars and I never wanted it to end. And then Trey spilled inside of me, and the orgasm hit a new height. I could do nothing but shake and cry as he filled me to overflowing.
I reached up as Trey wound his other arm around my me and brought my back flush to his front. My body shook and teeth chattered; not from the cold, but from the coming down, from the intensity of it all, and Trey was the only thing keeping me from spiraling off into panic.
“I have you,” he crooned, pressing kisses to my face and shoulder. “I’ll always have you…Fates, you are magnificent…perfect and the only one I’ll ever want…for the rest of my days…mine…I need you so much.”
His hands ran across my breasts, teasing the muddy nipples, and I was so over sensitized that the pleasure bordered on pain. I heard what he said, and I knew that I should be running scared, pushing him away. This was just supposed to be fucking…
And something that resembled a laugh fell from my lips. We’d crossed that line tonight, and I couldn’t think clearly enough to be afraid of it.
Instead, I held on tighter and hoped that he didn’t let me go because he was the only thing holding me together.
“Don’t let go,” I whispered, tears falling down my face.
“Never.”
When I finally stopped shaking, I had expected embarrassment or regret to sink its teeth into me. But it didn’t. I felt that delicious lightness that had started to follow each encounter with Trey. This time it wasn’t the silly, giggly kind from before. It was peaceful, quiet, a warm blanket around me on a cold night.
Of course, that sensation could’ve also been Trey’s body around mine, which radiated heat like a furnace.
He picked me up without a word, once his knot had slipped out, and flew us the short distance to the cabin. There was a hose outside in the garden and I reached for it to get the worst of the mud off. But he stopped me with his hand on mine, and grinned.
“Allow me.”
He expelled a very warm, bordering on hot breath all over me. The mud dried to a stiff, uncomfortable coating on my skin and hair. With his talons, Trey carefully chipped the dried mud off me and then proceeded to run his hands through my hair. When that didn’t get enough off, he took the hose and rinsed my hair himself.
I still had dust on me but it was much better than drenching myself in cold water on top of the mud.
“Thanks,” I said.
His eyes raked over my body, lighting up with hunger as if he hadn’t just spent the last however long chasing and fucking me into oblivion. The word ‘insatiable’ came to mind, making my tummy flip. I couldn’t remember anyone ever looking at me like that. Of course, I didn’t have a lot of experience standing boldly naked in front of men. I usually slipped into a robe, not to hide my stretch marks and dimply thighs because fuck them if they didn’t like this body. No, I hated anyone seeing the few scars from David because they’d inevitably have questions that I didn’t want to answer. In front of Trey, however, I didn’t want to hide. I wanted him to see it all. The scars, the evidence of my life before him that I sometimes didn’t want to look at myself.
I wanted to be known by him.
So I stood there, and let him look while I did the same.
He really was beautiful.
Scales were never something that interested me in the least until his. They had patterns on them similar to his tattoos. The swirls pulsed and seemed to move under my touch. Planes of muscles covered his chest and stomach, that mesmerizing V dipping down to a cock I couldn’t get enough of. And since it was not fully inside his sheath but partly extruded, curling up proudly toward his stomach, I knew that Trey was almost ready to go again. The thought made me squeeze my thighs together.
He chuffed out a laugh and I gave him a lopsided frown and a middle finger.
“Come on, let’s clean up,” he said.
I turned to walk into the back door of the cabin when he swept me off my feet. I gave a yelp of shock and then held on as he zipped inside.
His arms were large but not bulky, perfectly sculpted for his height in his hybrid Dragon form. He must’ve shrank down a bit to fit inside the cabin though, otherwise he’d be brushing the ceiling
“I can’t stop touching you,” he admitted as we neared the bathroom at the back.
“Then don’t,” I said, surprising us both. “Tomorrow everything is going come back, all the responsibilities. Tonight is just for us.”
A flash of sadness broke the crystalline beauty of his eyes and was gone before I could ask about it. Our mouths met in a silent promise to dedicate this night to what we needed and wanted, nothing else.
The cabin was charmingly small, with one main room and a raised platform where the huge bed sat. The bathroom was just off this area and it was surprisingly large, with a two headed standing shower with light stone tiles. Trey sat me on my feet as he warmed the water and then we both stepped in together. It was heavenly after the cold mud, and I gave low moan of delight as I stood under the stream.
When Trey’s soapy hands ran down my sides I jumped and opened my eyes to see him on his knees slowly, thoroughly washing my stomach, hips and then up to my breasts. He looked up at me and gave that crooked grin I loved so much, and proceeded to torture me as he washed me, avoiding my nipples even though they stood at stiff peaks begging for him.
Trey turned me around, my front rinsing in the stream while he washed my back and legs. The one spot he didn’t go, I noticed, was between my thighs.
“Saving the best for last?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.
“Absolutely. But I’m not going to clean it with soap.”
He spun me around until my back was to the wall of the shower and then knelt in front of me again. This powerful being, from an ancient lineage that had been here since before humanity, was kneeling at my feet as if I were the entire world to him.
Gently, so that I didn’t lose my balance, he pulled one leg over his shoulder, opening me to him.
“I love these curls of yours,” he said, nuzzling them.
“I hate waxing, so that’s good. They aren’t going anywhere.”
He chuckled.
“There’s the bossy, confident woman I…”
“You what?” I whispered.
He didn’t answer at first, planting soft, biting kissing to the inside of my thighs. When he reached my cunt, his thumbs parted me but he didn’t start quite yet.
“I think you know,” he finally answered before drawing a long lick up the entire length of my seam.
I wanted to tell him that I did know, that I had known for a long time but couldn’t admit how I was falling for him too.
Instead, my words melted on an obscene groan as he started eating me with a single minded focus that bordered on obsession. No part of me was too small for his attentions; he closed his eyes as if my pussy was the most exquisite thing he’d ever had in his mouth, lavishing it with kisses and nips of his teeth.
My fingers found the spikes on his head and wove between them as I desperately tried to guide him up just a little. But he only grinned up at me and continued to adore everywhere but the one spot that was being wound tighter and tighter.
“You want me to beg?” I demanded.
“Yes,” he growled. “I want you as desperate as I am, I want to hear you say it, Angelica.”
I didn’t have to ask what ‘it’ was.
“I need your mouth on my clit, I need your fingers fucking me.”
“Why?”
I licked my lips as he kept up his intoxicating bombardment.
“Because no one fucks me like you do, Trey. And no one will ever again.”
His hot breath shuddered against me and he pressed his forehead to my mons, as if in surrender of some secret battle I hadn’t know he was fighting.
“Fuck,” he ground out.
With one swift move, he stood and picked me up around the waist. My back slid up the cool tile walls, warm water showering us as my legs wrapped around his waist.
Our eyes soldered to each other, and he lowered me in fierce, slow passes onto him that weren’t enough and he knew it. I was unsatisfied, burning for a release he’d denied me while on his knees. And now he was holding my hips in his hands so that I couldn’t find the stimulation I needed. I could do nothing but what he allowed.
“I want to remember this,” his voice was strangled. “Every inch of the hot embrace of your cunt around my cock. I want to scorch it onto my memory so I never, ever forget what it was like to be inside of the woman I love.”
A shocked sob broke from my chest and I threw my arms around him as our lips crashed onto one another in a kiss that shattered us both. As fevered as our rutting had been outside, that’s how thoroughly reverent it was now, until we broke on the rocks of an orgasm that both wrecked and put us back together.
I whispered his name over and over as we rode it out together, his mouth hard and vicious against my throat as he moaned my name.
“I can’t…I can’t let you go, don’t make me,” he begged.
His mouth covered mine, as if he couldn’t bear to give me a chance to answer him. We clung to one another until the water started to cool, and then he slowly set me on my feet so he could wash my hair.
We dried off in silence. And even after all we’d shared outside and in the shower, we still couldn’t keep our hands off one another.
Tiny touches and brushes of fingertips turned into fevered kisses and him carrying me to the bed. We climbed under the covers and he drew my back to his front, arms and legs tangled up and his tail, that wicked little appendage, circled around my ankle. Our bodies fit perfectly like this too.
What we’d both confessed, the way our hearts and souls were just as naked as our bodies, it all sat between us, weighing down the night. We should talk about it, but I didn’t want to. Because then my mind would start to throw up all the reasons why I should run. It would make me afraid, and I didn’t want to be afraid. I didn’t want logical, I didn’t want to be reminded of all the reasons I’d kept myself from romance these years.
I wanted this .
To be held by Trey and just let myself be loved. To ignore the world outside and all its horrors for one blessed night.
So that’s what I did.
I laid there and drifted off with his body wrapped around mine.
Just before sleep claimed me, I heard him whisper, “I love you, my fated one. My blood and bone, my future and my past…”