54. Pedro
Pedro
“What are you doing?” I raise an eyebrow at Bay as she heads toward the guest room in my apartment. No— our apartment.
“Going to my room?” she replies, her voice questioning as if trying to understand where I’m going with this.
“Your room is with me now. I’m not letting you sleep away from me anymore.”
She gives a tired laugh. “Everything that happened is messing with my head. I can’t think straight.”
Without hesitation, I grab her arm, pulling her to me. “You don’t need to think to know the only place for you is with me. I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
Her breath hitches in surprise, but slowly, that exhausted smile returns to her lips as her gaze locks with mine.
Without another word, she rests her head against my chest, as if it’s the only place in the world where she can truly lay down the weight she carries.
My heart pounds—not just from her touch, which I wasn’t expecting, but from something deeper, something burning within me.
Rage, yes, but something softer too—a need to protect, to shield her from any more pain.
I want to burn this world down for making her carry so much alone.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her as if I could absorb even a fraction of what burdens her. I give her the space to let go, to melt into me, and feel her warmth seeping through my shirt, making my skin tingle with every deep breath she takes.
“What can I do to take away the pain you’re carrying?” I dare to ask when she stays silent.
She pulls her cheek from my chest, lifting her gaze to meet mine again, surprise clear in her eyes. “I don’t need you to take my pain. Just stay as you are when you’re with me.”
Tears gather at the corners of her eyes, and without thinking twice, I bend down, sliding my arms under her legs, lifting her into my arms. She wraps her hands around my neck, resting her head on my shoulder, her forehead pressed against my neck.
“You don’t have to ask for that. There’s no force in this world that could separate me from you. Not even you .”
“Don’t be so sure,” she chuckles weakly as I carry her toward the bedroom. I kick the door open with my foot, and it slams against the wall behind it. I carefully set her down on my bed—no, our bed. The place she belongs.
I climb over her, my body looming above hers, her tear-streaked eyes fixed on me like I’m the only thing in this world she needs to see.
She bites her lip, and I smile down at her mischievously, brushing strands of damp hair away from her nose, tucking them behind her ear.
I lean in, pressing my lips gently to the tip of her nose, now scrunched up in that teasing way that makes my heart ache with desire.
Her chest rises and falls slowly beneath me, the steady rhythm inviting my attention. I trail my hand to the oversized button-up shirt she’s wearing— my shirt, way too big for her—making my cock throb just from seeing her in it. Slowly, I start undoing the buttons, one by one, starting at her neck.
Her breathing quickens, her eyes darkening with anticipation. I lower myself until my lips brush hers, feeling the heat of her soft moan slipping into my mouth.
“Are you going to make me wait much longer?” she whispers, her voice coming out as a raspy moan as my hand finally undoes the last button, teasingly tracing her waist.
“Shhh... you can’t rush art,” I murmur against her lips with a satisfied smile, pulling back slightly to admire her now-bare body.
My eyes trace every inch of her—the intricate dragon mark that winds across her chest. It’s a work of art, marking her as something entirely unique, something only I get to touch.
The dragon’s head starts just behind her ear, its long body winding down the length of her collarbone, coiling beneath her breasts in a way that’s almost seductive.
It wraps around her, its tail curving in the center of her chest, pointing down toward her navel.
If it weren’t for that dragon inside her, this might just be the sexiest tattoo I’ve ever seen.
“I don’t share what’s mine,” I growl as my finger reaches the dragon’s tail.
“Shut up!” She bites out, voice tense with frustration, not looking at me. I grab her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. It wasn’t meant for me. And there’s that damned dragon again...
“I don’t share, and I sure as hell won’t let him steal your attention when you’re in our bed—naked beneath me.”
My voice hardens as my hand slips between her legs, my fingers grazing her soft, swollen clit. Her moan follows immediately.
“I’m only yours.” She smirks at me, adding, “That fucking dumb dragon won’t change that.”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” I chuckle, moving my hand from her clit to her stiff pink nipple, teasing it with my thumb. My cock is rock hard, pressing against her entrance. She arches her chest toward me, trying to push her body down, ready to take me in.
“And I especially love watching your body beg for me,” I pin her in place, pushing her hands above her head, stopping her from clawing at my chest.
“Not yet.” I growl. Her moans grow more desperate as I trail my lips down her neck, biting softly at the spot beneath her ear where her pulse beats wildly. The sweet scent of the ocean rises from her hair, waking up every cell in my body.
“Please,” she moans as my cock slides up and down, teasing her dripping wet entrance.
“Please what?” I tease, releasing her wrists as my tongue slides down her belly. Goosebumps rise on her skin as the cool air from the AC hits her stomach, now slick with the trail of my tongue.
“I wan—” Her words cut off as my tongue circles her swollen clit.
The taste of her juices is so sweet as I swirl my tongue in just the right spot to make her body arch and a moan burst from her lips.
I swear, just that sound alone—before even the huntress’s screech—could make me do whatever she wanted.
“You’re so wet,” I whisper against her entrance, teasing her with the tip of my tongue.
“Please, Pedro. I can’t take it anymore.”
I thrust my tongue inside her, tasting every inch of her, and I swear if there was nectar that tasted like her body, it would be as addictive as this.
She clamps her legs around my head, trying to push my tongue deeper, but I grab her thighs, forcing them apart, taking my time with her swollen, pink pussy.
Her tight entrance pulses around my tongue as she tries to pull me in deeper, and in response, I slide my finger gently over her clit, moving it up and down her soft skin.
Her moans grow louder as I increase the speed of my tongue.
“Pedro, I can’t hold it anymore,” her voice trembles through heavy breaths.
“Come in my mouth,” I command. “I want to taste every drop of you.”
Her body shakes beneath my tongue, her tight core spasming with her orgasm, and I don’t stop until she’s lying still on the bed, her breath coming back to normal.
I swallow her sweet cum and crawl back up to look at her face.
Her cheeks are flushed, and she smiles up at me with that radiant, innocent smile of hers.
“What the hell was that?” she asks, and a satisfied chuckle escapes my lips.
“That was just the beginning. Now it’s my turn,” I growl, grabbing her legs and flipping her onto her stomach. A small gasp of surprise slips from her, but she stays in place, waiting for me.
“You see how much fun you can have when you listen to me?” I tease, leaning in close to her ear, rubbing my painfully hard cock along her slick entrance, seconds from exploding.
“You do know the real fun is when I don’t listen to you, right?” she giggles into the mattress, and without waiting, I thrust myself deep inside her in one stroke. A guttural groan escapes me as the wetness of her release coats my cock, making every movement inside her so damn easy.
“You’re so fucking tight…” I rasp, my voice hoarse as I start to move within her. My breathing grows heavier with every thrust, drowning out the sound of her soft moans.
“I haven’t taken the pills Alin gave me for the past two days,” she suddenly admits, but she doesn’t stop enjoying the feeling of my cock inside her.
Shit.
“I’ll come outside,” I promise. I’ve never tried to come outside. Fuck, other than Bay, I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom. That thought alone is pushing me to my limits.
I slam into her harder and faster, feeling the orgasm building deep within me. As the sensation creeps up my spine, I pull out of her just in time, laying my cock down on her perfect ass, now raised beneath me. My hand moves quickly, stroking myself until I spill my release all along her back.
“And here I thought my masterpiece couldn’t look any better…” I whisper hoarsely, admiring how my cum decorates the curves of her body.
“Your masterpiece definitely enjoys the extra touch,” she laughs, and I carefully turn her around, a satisfied grin spreading across my face as I lift her into my arms again and carry her to the bathroom.
“There’s officially not a drop of energy left in me,” she yawns into my neck as I turn on the shower, water raining down on both of us, and our tails reappear.
“You planning to sleep in the shower?” I chuckle, pressing down on the shampoo bottle, squeezing a good amount into my palm before wetting her hair with the shower head.
“I might just fall asleep with all this pampering,” she smiles, and another yawn slips out.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying the service, but I expect a tip.” She doesn’t miss my mischievous smile near her ear, and she turns her head to plant a quick kiss on my lips.
“That’s an advance. I’ll decide how much to give you when you’re done,” she teases, and I bite my lip, swallowing a chuckle.
I set the shower head beneath my tail to keep it in place and rub the shampoo into her long red hair.
Her soft locks fill with soap bubbles instantly as I massage her scalp gently.
“Mmm... Don’t stop,” she moans, tilting her head back to give me easier access to the front of her hair.
Fuck. If she keeps this up, we’re never leaving this shower.
I quickly change the subject. “Now that we’re alone, care to explain what that enormous thing on the beach was?”
She turns her gaze back to me, “You just ruined all the fun. No tip.” She laughs, and with a playful shove of her hands, she turns her whole body to face me, folding her tail up against me.
“That’s the Guardian dragon. Turns out now he can come out of me,” she shrugs as if she has no idea how to explain it.
“Even if I wasn’t under the drug’s influence, I would’ve frozen in place. That was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen,” I admit, my voice low. “What are his powers?”
She immediately looks down at her chest and rolls her eyes—apparently, not at me. Again. “He says thanks,” she sighs, “He doesn’t tell me about his powers. He keeps saying ‘you’ll find out later.’ Seems like all of you enjoy keeping important information from me.”
I immediately grab her chin, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. “If I ever kept something from you, it was only to save your life. I would never lie to you!” My voice comes out harsher than I intended.
“Hiding things is lying.” She jerks her chin free of my grip and raises an eyebrow in defiance.
I sigh. I’m too tired to argue this point. “Fine, fine. I promise—it won’t happen again.” I place my hand over my chest as if taking an oath. “But I need you to explain exactly what we’re dealing with. I have no idea what ‘Black Blooded’ is.”
I lift the shower head to rinse the shampoo from her hair, and a stream of soap runs down her forehead toward her eyes. She closes them just as the water meets her face, clearly afraid of the soap stinging her eyes. I can’t help but smile at how adorable she looks.
“We don’t know much about ‘Black Blooded’ either.
It’s wild magic that isn’t linked to any bloodline in the ocean.
It’s a force that stands on its own, unpredictable and dangerous from what we were taught.
But the Guardian tells me things that contradict everything we ever learned in the city, so I really don’t know what it all means.
” She explains, spitting out some soap that got into her mouth. “Gross.”
I can’t hold back my laugh anymore, my chuckle spilling out as I lean in, teasingly sucking on her lips.
“Nothing that comes out of you is gross. You’re not allowed to say ‘ gross ’ about my food,” I declare possessively.
She pushes my chest with her hand, her eyes still closed beneath the stream of water. “Idiot.”
“Yes! You’re both idiots!” she suddenly taunts to the side, clearly responding to the Guardian again. I sigh. Am I really going to have to get used to this shit between us?
“If he’s not going to leave anytime soon, the least he could do is shut up,” I growl in frustration, lowering the shower head from her hair now that she’s clean.
“It’s a losing battle. I’ve tried.” She says. A string of curses slips from my mouth as I begin scrubbing her back.