Chapter 4 Vaxan #4
Mischief danced in his eyes, then he licked it.
And he didn’t stop there.
His tongue swirled around voraciously, and he alternated between that and nipping at my thumb.
“Curses,” I breathed, freeing my other hand and digging my fingers into his hip, jerking him tighter to me as we both undulated against one another.
I threw my head back as I felt his hard cock rolling harshly against mine, pleasure sparking at the site then radiating out in ways I had never experienced before.
He grasped my wrist and eased my thumb from his mouth, then glided his fingers down my chest, over the leather of my vest. He undid the buttons one by one, then pushed it off me. I helped him ease it fully away, the high collar and armored shoulders gone then, leaving me feeling rather exposed.
I stood there in just my crown, leather pants, and boots.
“Can you scale-out in other places, too?” he asked, his voice rough like gravel. He reached my belt and gave a tug, making it clear as to where he wished me to perform such a feat.
“Yes,” I told him. “It will be… rougher… there, though.”
“Enhanced armor for a sensitive area requiring additional protection?”
“In essence. Basilisks value life, thrive on life, and rely on further life created to flourish.” At least, that was the way it had been until our exiled state had altered. Now there were other means by which to sustain ourselves and entrench our power.
I felt my eyes heat as I had to exert more mental effort than I normally ever would have because I was being consumed by desire and need more so with every passing moment, but I managed to call my scales just to the site that he wished for.
I gave a nod, then he unclasped my belt and opened my leather pants.
I sucked in a breath, and his flaming eyes remained on mine as he eased down my pants, finding me bare beneath, and my cock not only now scaled but fully and painfully erect. He started as he took in not only that, but the size itself.
And then he lowered himself to his knees and dragged his tongue up the length of my shaft.
I cried out and bucked against the wall, the sensation sharp, harsh bliss—and wholly new to me.
I dug my nails into the wall behind me as I watched, entranced as he flicked his tongue at my crown, before suddenly sucking it into his mouth and gnawing at it.
“Damnation!” I roared, driving a hand into his hair and fisting, needing the contact, needing the grounding.
He grinned with that mischievous look shining forth again as he tilted his head up, my crown slipping from his mouth with a pop. “Work those hips, sweetheart. Show me how much you need my mouth on you.”
Hmm. He was letting go, allowing his sexually confident side to break free.
And in the moment, in this specific time and place, I welcomed it. I needed it.
Judging by the way this had escalated so swiftly since we’d arrived in my suite, he did as well. Very much so.
I thrust my hips the moment his lips closed over me again.
But I couldn’t… my movements weren’t angling the way they should be… the rhythm wasn’t melding well with his.
His fingers brushed my balls, and I nearly shot off the wall—another new sensation that I couldn’t contain my reaction to for the life of me.
He pulled away suddenly, then rose to his feet, eyeing me curiously.
“This is your first time?” he asked, his incredulity clear.
Oh dear.
I had been hoping to immerse myself in this without enduring the indignity of revealing such a thing.
“Vaxan?” he pressed.
I pushed off the wall and pulled my pants back up, not bothering to secure them, let alone deal with my belt. I wasn’t even sure that I could currently with every nerve ending in my body blazing to life, my hands even trembling with it.
As he continued staring without reprieve, quietly willing an answer, I took off my crown and placed it on a shelf beside me, then told him, “Yes.”
His eyes shot wide. “What?” Worry clouded his beautiful eyes. “You’re mated or betrothed to someone? That’s still policy in some areas of the Basilisk community, yes?”
“Your knowledge is on point concerning my people. But I am not promised to another.”
He took a step back regardless.
I closed the distance between us, cupping his cheek, drawing his gaze back to mine. I didn’t like the upset I saw there now, so I explained quickly, “Nor is it a case resembling that of your former dragon love.”
He jolted. “What? That isn’t—nothing… there wasn’t—”
“I know. I know you were with her.”
“You can’t. How?”
“I’ll leave that explanation for another time. Suffice to say, no one will hear of this from me. That is my vow to you, little death.”
He nuzzled against my hand, liking that endearment.
“Being with you, connecting with you in this way will be something to revel in for me. Something I won’t hesitate to make known should you wish it. I am private by nature, however, I would do that for you, given how you've suffered from the opposite previously.”
He pulled away abruptly, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Why? We barely know each other.”
His ability to trust was fractured. Understandably.
“Desire for something—whether it be sexual liberation as it is in this case, or power or influence—becomes a dangerous animal if it is not accompanied by respect, care, and loyalty.” I stepped closer and his breath hitched.
“You have been wounded, yet you are doing this with me tonight. I don’t take that lightly.
I see it for the courageous act that it is and I’ll safeguard the vulnerability in it. ”
He frowned. “Sexual liberation? So that’s why you approached me tonight? Because you know with my makeup, you can’t hurt me, giving you the freedom to let go?”
“No. It’s why I invited you back to my suite. I approached you and spent time with you because I enjoy your company.” I smiled. “I like you. Very much. Don’t forget also that I’ve been observing you far beyond just tonight.”
He stared at me for several moments, weighing my words.
And then his lips curved into a coy smile.
“So, it’s not just about my body, then?” he jested.
I grinned. “Nor your powers and abilities. Who would have thought that there’d be so much more to a connection with you than that, hmm?”
“No one, to be honest. All they see, all they want, is that.”
I stepped into him and took his hands, entwining my fingers with his, holding them up between us at chest level. “No more.”
He gazed at me in wonder.
“If you wish, we can simply spend some time here devoid of any physicality.”
“You were on the verge of finally experiencing a whole lot of pleasure—yes, I am that good, for the record—and now you’d really walk away from that? Or at least postpone it?”
“If that’s what you need, of course.”
That look of mischief played on his ruggedly handsome face once more.
And then he was tearing his cobalt shirt over his head and tossing it across my suite.
My mouth watered at all that hard muscle and bulk now bare to me and on full display.
An ornate necklace hanging from a sturdy pewter chain rested against his skin. It gave way to an oval cobalt gemstone in a sharp gothic setting.
“Dazzling jewelry,” I told him.
He stroked his fingers over it. “My mom made it for me.”
Of course she had. And of course he wore it and touched it with such reverence.
He was beyond endearing.
And it served to heighten everything.
As his muscles inadvertently flexed with his movements, I failed to get a hold of myself in response. A hiss escaped me, then my tongue was darting out.
My serpentine tongue, the forked kind.
“Mmm… that is definitely coming into play,” Winter groaned.
He ripped his belt from his jeans and opened them hastily.
I took his cue and removed my boots and socks, then our eyes locked as we each bared our lower halves and tossed our pants aside until we were appropriately naked.
My forked tongue darted out again with an animalistic hiss as I took in the sight of his fiercely erect cock. The impressively sized beauty was already leaking with need.
Mmm. Truly delicious.
Instinct guided me, and then I was darting forward.
But Winter pressed his hand to my chest, stilling me.
“Not yet. Although I love how eager you are to taste me.”
In the next moment, he tossed me onto my own bed on my stomach.
Before I could right myself, he was there, making me moan out as his lips traveled all over my neck, my shoulders, and down the expanse of my back.
He licked and nibbled at my ass cheeks, then pried them apart, and raised me up a little.
And then he dove in, his lips, tongue, and teeth tasting me from my lower back, along the seam of my ass, and all the way down to the base of my cock.
It was a mind-whirling onslaught.
Over and over, up and down.
Swirling, biting, sucking, grazing.
It was a storm of sensation—sensations I could barely wrap my mind around.
I was digging my fingers into my red velvet duvet, bucking and twisting, and crying out into the covers, even biting and licking at the decadent fabric itself in my pleasure stupor.
I felt him spread my cheeks wider.
His stubbly cheek grazed them.
And then he was licking around my hole, teasing and titillating, and driving me to the point of madness.
When he dipped his tongue inside, I cried out, slamming my fists into the bed and throwing my head back.
His tongue was ice-cold, but as he pushed in further, my own heat created a freezer burn sensation that was beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
The act of his tongue spearing me was a heady enough feeling to reconcile as it was.
My entire body whirred with pleasure, my pulse pounding, almost vibrating.
“Winter!” I shouted, clawing at my pillows.
He eased back with a chuckle.
Then I felt his magic spark right between my spread cheeks.
Nothing… happened. No additional sensation to contend with.
Another sparking of his power.
A grunt sounded from him.
And then he was reaching over me and grasping my right hand.