Chapter 41
Carwyn slid off her mate’s large paw carefully when they finally returned home.
Stone tapped underneath her travelling boots, and the cold, familiar air of Kier’s lair somehow felt warmer after being flown through the sky. Although he’d tried his best to shield her from the biting wind, and his hold on her had always been secure.
He shook his wings before he folded them back to his body and shrank his size somewhat, yet it was still large. If he stood on his hindlegs he’d tower over her, but when he was on all fours, it allowed them to talk at an equal eye level.
A small smile always formed when he did it, knowing it was because he didn’t want her to crane her neck and injure herself.
“It’s good to be home,” he said, stepping forward so they could descend into the tunnel. He tilted his head to her. “Are you okay? The journey was long.”
“I should be asking you that,” she answered tightly, her features stiffening. “I just sat in your paw when you had to do all the work.”
He shrugged. “It’s been quite some time since I travelled that far. I forgot that there’s a world outside of my lair and hunting for food. I enjoyed it.”
Now that they were in the comfort of their own home, she was unsure of what to say; she had all these strange, bubbling emotions welling inside of her.
She’d needed this journey to feel at ease. It was like she’d finally completed her previous one by doing so. She’d gone home as she’d promised herself.
She never thought she’d be accompanied for it.
When he brought them to their bedroom, his intention was unmistakable. Before he could enter, Carwyn leapt onto his back, wrapped her arms around his thick, scaled neck, and buried her face against him.
“Thank you, Kier,” she whispered.
He stopped and sat down so her feet could touch the ground, then grasped one of her forearms. “Of course, Carwyn. I will take you back there whenever you ask.”
Her entire family had welcomed him, even Aldora, who despised men to such a degree that she’d leave if Mother had any as a guest. Yet Kier had won her over somehow. She’d kept her distance, but he’d been kind to her and put on his best self.
He’d even promised that he’d take her to visit Valerie and meet her dragon next time.
But it was more than that.
He’s done so much for me, she thought, hugging him tighter. He’s always so patient and attentive. Every day a new gift was placed inside this very room, like he wanted to give her each piece of his hoard one by one.
A wardrobe would appear, then the next day a new dress, as if he wanted to present each one to her meticulously. He’d been careful with the crimson gown as he’d removed it from her. She thought it might be because he wanted her to wear it again, but three others had been torn from her.
He took me to see my sisters and mother.
Her mind had been a whirlwind of those thoughts on their travels home. Something about completing the full circle of her journey, of finally letting go of that part of her life, broke something in her so that she could start repairing old wounds.
Wounds she didn’t need now because of him.
I want to show him how much I care about him. How thankful I am. That I... trust him completely.
That she wasn’t... scared anymore.
I’m strong in every aspect of my personality except for when it comes to sex. And he allowed it because he wanted her content.
But it made her discontent.
I don’t want him to hold back anymore. I want him to reach for me when he wants to, and not because I do first. For him to kiss her freely, uncaring of where it led, because she didn’t care so long as he didn’t stop.
To play games with her that couldn’t be done if they were both human because they worried their skin would accidentally brush.
For him to hug her from behind and press his face against the crook of her neck like he wanted when he buried it against her clothed shoulder. To hold and embrace her as he sought.
It’s... it’s okay if he sometimes shares the bad things with me.
Sometimes they would accidentally touch, and she’d experience a tiny wave of loneliness. She would instantly well up because it was her fault.
I want to know if he’s not okay since he hides it so well.
I want to be closer.
“Carwyn?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.
“Can you stay like this with me today? I’ve missed spending time with you as a dragon.”
Other than in their travels, Kier was only in this form when they slept so they could freely embrace. The moment they were awake, he’d transform into a human simply because he wanted her to grow comfortable with the idea of touch.
And she wasn’t. It was as overwhelming as she’d feared.
His emotions were so large they were choking, but...
I can handle them. She’d never fainted, and her heart had never given out.
Yes, they sometimes led her, but that was okay.
It didn’t matter what the result would be, so long as they were together and there was happiness there.
“If... that is what you want,” he said, softer than she liked, his tone deflated.
She squeezed tighter.
“Can we rest in the spring together?”
I need to eat and bathe first...
Because she intended to give this dragon something she knew he sought, even if he’d never told her.
Her cheeks warmed a little. I want it too.
I want to show him how much I love all of him.
Human or dragon, it didn’t matter to her.
Propped up on his elbows and lying on his back with the lower half of his body sloping into the water, he remained frozen and transfixed by his mate... who stared at his freed cock. It jutted between them, pink and tapered, and the veins throbbed under the weight of her gaze.
The plants in this alcove cast shaded shapes over them, further dimming the torchlights that circled them. He’d never truly seen it as sensual until he started watching this female bathe, and it became even more apparent in this moment.
His heart thundered, knowing how they got here, but he was confused and excited nonetheless.
She’d approached him in the water, had caressed him and kissed the side of his face and neck, until she’d managed to get him onto his back. He’d allowed himself into such a submissive position because he wanted her to explore him and grow comfortable with the idea of his dragon form.
Every brush of her palm, every soft, lush press of her lips, had been bold and daring. Her suggestive gaze sparkling from such a lovely, sweet, and perfect face had speared lust straight through him until he’d thickened behind his protective slit.
The moment she’d caressed it, he’d extruded.
Then everything had stopped. Nothing had happened since, and she remained unmoving with her hands curled near her chest protectively.
His pants were light and rapid as he thought, She’s gathering the courage.
He softened the longer she hesitated, unsure if she could take this leap so soon. We have only been mated for a few weeks.
In their travels, they hadn’t touched at all.
Her hand neared, and he reached out to stop her. It was too late. Her fingertips brushed him, and she recoiled immediately.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted shakily. “I’m making you uncomfortable.”
Yes, well... having his cock gawked at like it was a frightening monster wasn’t the most arousing of scenarios.
“Perhaps we should wait until later,” he stated gently, despite it being the last thing he wanted right then.
She tried. That’s more than enough.
When he went to slide out from underneath her, she leapt forward. “No! Wait!” She grabbed it with both hands and clutched. “Please wait. It’s okay.”
He doubted his conflicting emotions were pleasant; confusion and disappointment mixed with desire and want.
She gave him an apologetic yet beseeching wince. “I want to do this.”
Any argument that went to crawl up his throat formed a lump in it when she released a hand so she could freely stroke him with the other. Her touch was so light it almost tickled, and Kier grew appalled at himself when he whimpered into rigidness.
Shit. My cock is more sensitive like this. Every inch of it was as sensitive as his human cockhead, so everything would be extraordinary.
Such lightness was perceived as intense, especially as it was foreign to a dragon.
Her skin was softer than anything that had ever touched it as she encompassed the length and stroked. His body was hotter, therefore her skin was lukewarm at best, yet when she strengthened her grip, he didn’t care under the blissful pressure.
Then she tucked a curl behind her ear to free up her face and bent forward.
Wait. Is she actually going to– A groan rumbled from him when she glided her soft little tongue over the pointed tip. She sunk what she could over it, gloving it in wet heat and plush lips, and they both let out a noise together.
Her free hand shot between her thighs in reaction to the spear of pleasure that bolted through his body, just as a bubble of pre-cum welled.
She licked it with a curious hum. “Salty,” she whispered, damn-well nearly causing another drop to form for her to taste. The unsure pinch in her expression dissipated, replaced by sudden feverish heat.
Her head shot down, trying to swallow more of him, and he grunted at the sharp sting of her flat teeth pressing into his shaft.
I’m too large for her. He shrank it just enough that she was able to comfortably wedge more of his length in. His flesh tightened, causing his scales to rise in a rippling wave.
Placing her hand against his abdomen for support, she bobbed up and down as tight suction squeezed the head.
Fuck. She’s actually sucking me. She hadn’t even done this while he was human. Her mouth feels so good.
So many different textures collided together. The sharpness of her teasing teeth, the softness of her tongue, the hardness of the roof of her mouth. The heat and dampness that had him disintegrating until only lust remained and a dull throb pounded in his groin.
She looks beautiful with my cock in her mouth.