23. Quill
Quill
Ihad no idea what time it was when I woke up or how long I’d been asleep.
But the moment I was conscious, thoughts began to flood my mind.
Images flashed by of everything that had happened at Widdershins and all the destruction that had befallen that place I once felt so safe in.
I thought about the other students, wondering if they made it to safety.
And I wondered about my parents too. Did they think I was dead when I didn’t come home?
Were they looking for me? Was the whole world devolving into chaos?
There were no answers. Not here, not now, and not until the others came to tell us what they’d found out. We were stuck.
And I needed something to distract me.
Aeron’s body was pressed up against my back, his muscular form slowly rising and falling with each breath.
His arm was draped possessively across my waist, and I could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat against my back.
It was grounding, that constant rhythm, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the spiraling thoughts in my head.
I needed to feel something other than fear and uncertainty. I needed to feel alive.
Without letting myself overthink it, I carefully extracted myself from Aeron’s embrace and slipped down the bed.
The room was dark except for the faint glow of what looked like enchanted sconces on the walls.
It was a soft, pale orange light that barely illuminated the space.
I could make out the shape of him, still sleeping, his features relaxed in a way they never were when he was awake.
He looked so vulnerable like this. Less like the arrogant dragon who’d tormented me at Widdershins and more like someone who was just as lost as I was.
I moved between his legs, my heart hammering against my ribs as I carefully lowered myself. The mattress dipped under my weight, and I held my breath, waiting to see if he’d wake. But his breathing remained deep and even, his eyes still closed.
What was I doing? This was insane. He was asleep. I should let him rest, should probably get myself some water or try to contact my parents or literally do anything else.
But my hands were already reaching for the waistband of his underwear, and I was already pulling it down with careful fingers.
His cock was soft, nestled against his thigh, and I felt a wave of tenderness wash over me at the sight of it. Even this, even something as simple as his body in repose, made me want him. Made me need him in a way that scared me.
I leaned down and took him into my mouth, tasting warm dragon skin and the faint salt of sweat. He didn’t stir, but I could feel the moment his body registered what was happening. His cock began to harden against my tongue, filling my mouth as it grew.
This wasn’t what I should be doing. It was wrong taking advantage of him while he slept, using his body as a distraction from my own spiraling thoughts.
But the wrongness of it only made me want it more.
Besides, I had a good feeling that Aeron would be into it just as much as I was.
The thought made me suck harder, made me take more of him down my throat as I sought that oblivion that only came when I was focused entirely on the physical sensation of him.
I worked him slowly, my hand wrapping around the base of his shaft while my mouth worked the head.
His breathing began to change, becoming less regular, more shallow.
I could feel the moment consciousness started to return to him, his hips shifted slightly, pressing up into my mouth in an unconscious gesture of need.
“Red?” His voice was rough, confused, still heavy with sleep. “What are you—”
I didn’t give him a chance to finish. I just doubled down, taking more of him, pushing past my gag reflex to accommodate the growing length of him.
A groan escaped his throat, low and primal, and I felt his hand come down to rest gently on my head.
He didn’t push, didn’t force me deeper. Just held me there, his fingers tangling in my hair as understanding seemed to dawn on him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his hips beginning to move in slow, deliberate thrusts. “You don’t have to do—”
But he didn’t stop me. And I didn’t stop either.
I let myself get lost in the sensation of him, in the way his breathing grew more ragged with each pass of my mouth over his shaft.
My own arousal was building, my cock hardening in my pajama pants as I worked him.
The taste of him, the weight of him on my tongue, the small sounds he was making…
It was all-consuming. And exactly what I needed to quiet the chaos in my head.
“Red, we should—” he started, but his words dissolved into another groan as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder.
His hand tightened in my hair, not painfully but with enough pressure to let me know he was struggling to maintain control. I could feel his muscles tensing, could sense the moment he was about to cum, and I pushed myself deeper, eager to take everything he had to give.
“Fuck, I’m—” Aeron gasped, his hips thrusting upward as his orgasm hit him. His cum flooded my mouth, hot and thick, and I swallowed around him, savoring the taste as his body went rigid beneath me.
For a moment, we were both frozen, suspended in that space between sleep and wakefulness.
Then Aeron’s hands were on me, pulling me up and flipping me onto my back with a strength that made my head spin.
His eyes were fully open now, blazing gold in the dim light, and there was something feral in his expression that made my pulse race.
“Your turn,” he growled, his voice still rough from sleep and pleasure.
He moved down my body with single-minded purpose, pulling my underwear down and off in one fluid motion. The cool air hit my hard cock, but I barely registered it because Aeron was already spreading my legs, his broad shoulders fitting between them like he was made to be there.
“Wait—” I started, but he was already leaning down, his tongue flicking out to taste my hole.
The sensation was overwhelming. I’d never had anyone do this to me before, had never even imagined what it would feel like to have his mouth on me like this. His tongue was warm and skilled, and he seemed to know exactly where to press to make my entire body sing.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, my hands immediately going to his horns, my fingers gripping them to ground myself. “Aeron, that’s—”
He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my skin. “Shut up, Red. I want to eat your ass until you’re begging for my cock.”
The crudeness of it, the raw desire in his voice, made something clench low in my belly.
Before I could respond, he was shifting his position, spreading my legs wider as he got into position again.
I felt the broad strokes of his tongue against my entrance, teasing, probing, and I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying out.
This was what I’d needed. Not just distraction, but this. His intensity, the way he was consuming me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. It always felt like that with him, like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.
He continued his assault with single-minded determination, his tongue working me open in ways that made my thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind.
Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be on fire, every sensation magnified and intensified by the fact that this was Aeron, my mate, though I still wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, and he was worshipping me.
“Please,” I heard myself beg, my hips rocking against his face despite my best efforts to stay still. “Aeron, I need—”
“I know what you need,” he murmured against my skin, and the vibration of his voice sent another jolt of pleasure through me. “You need my cock.”
He pulled back slightly, and I felt him shifting his position, his body moving to cover mine as he lined himself up at my entrance.
There he opened his mouth, letting a long trail of glistening saliva drip down across his cock and my hole.
I braced myself, remembering the burn from before, but this time I was ready for it. This time I wanted it.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured against my neck, pressing kisses along my skin as he pushed inside me slowly.
The stretch was intense, but not painful. My body had already adjusted to him, and I found myself relaxing into it, letting him deeper with each passing second. When he was fully seated inside me, he went still, giving me time to acclimate.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice tender despite the primal need I could feel thrumming through him.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “More than okay.”
He started to move then, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, like he was savoring every second of being inside me.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my fingers digging into the warm scales of his back as I met him thrust for thrust. The pleasure built steadily, a constant climb toward something inevitable.
“I love you,” he whispered against my ear, and the words hit me harder than any physical sensation could have. “I need you to know that. I love you so much, Red.”
I wanted to respond, wanted to tell him that I loved him too. But the words caught in my throat as another wave of pleasure rolled through me. Instead, I just held him tighter, pouring everything I was feeling into the kiss I pressed to his shoulder.
He increased his pace, his hips driving into mine with more force now. The bed creaked beneath us, but I didn’t care if the entire sanctuary heard us. All that mattered was this moment, this connection between us that felt like the only real thing in a world that had gone completely insane.
His cock found my prostate easily. Although, it was so big, I don’t know how he could’ve missed it.
Every thrust pressed against that spot, sending wave after wave of pleasure rushing through my body.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, squeezing him as he rolled his hips, his heavy balls slapping against my ass.
It was obscene and loud and so fucking hot I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Cum for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Cum for me without touching yourself. Show me how much you love my big dragon cock.”
I was already close, teetering on the edge.
His words were more than enough to push me over.
I came with a strangled cry, my body tensing as pleasure crashed through me in waves.
Cum covered my belly, nearly hitting me in the chin.
And I felt him follow seconds later, his entire body going rigid as he spilled inside me, filling me to the brim until my body couldn’t hold anymore.
Cum leaked out around his cock, the warmth covering my ass and the sheets below me.
And yet, he was still pulsing inside me, filling me further and further.
For a long moment, we just lay there tangled together, both of us breathing hard. His hand came up to cup my face, forcing me to look at him.
“We’re going to figure this out,” he said, his golden eyes fierce with determination. “Whatever’s happening out there, we’re going to get through it. Together.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice. Because despite everything that was happening, despite the chaos and the danger and the uncertainty, I believed him. With Aeron, I could believe in anything.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, wrapped around each other in the aftermath.
My cum was drying on my skin, and I knew I should probably get up and clean myself off, but I couldn’t seem to make my body cooperate.
All I wanted was to stay right here, in that moment, with Aeron’s arms around me and the steady beat of his heart against my chest.
“Come on,” Aeron said at last, his softening cock slipping out of me with a rush of cum. “Let’s get cleaned up and go downstairs. They’ve got to have some news by now.”
A long sigh escaped my lips before I met his gaze. “Alright,” I nodded, knowing he was right. We’d have to face reality at some point. “Let’s go.”