CHAPTER 32
“Your human senses will all be heightened. You will find that you possess some senses you did not have before.”
“Like the second sight?”
“Yes, Small One. That is one, but there are others.”
—Recounting from the private diary of Jerris, Dragonbound
SERAE
Mid-Autumn, Beymon 1036
What the actual fuck? I had my shirt on the floor, and once again, he was backing off. “You mean you don’t want to.”
He laughed, though nothing about this was funny. “Burning scales, you have no idea how much I want you. Since the first time you kissed me, I can’t stand to be alone in a room with you without wanting to tear your clothes off.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Then what’s the problem?”
“Jaeda’s tits, really? We’re not married yet,” he said as though he were prompting me.
I raised an eyebrow. “Is that a problem for you?”
“No, not for me, but—” He gestured at me inarticulately.
My eyes went wide. “Eldreth, do you think I’ve never done this before?”
He balked. “Have you?”
“Of course.”
“Of course?”
“Yes?” Had he thought I was untouched? “Is that a problem?”
“But,” he hesitated, then took a deep breath before continuing. “I thought in Inra, sex was never done before marriage. Your father was clear that—”
I know I shouldn’t have, but I laughed. I couldn’t stop it. I laughed straight in his face, bold and genuine and right from my belly.
Eldreth’s face lit up with a rueful grin. “I guess that’s not true?”
“No! Martyrs, Eldreth, what made you think that?”
“I thought it was part of your religion.” He gave a little half-shrug. “I was also given a very stern warning to leave you untouched until marriage.”
“I guess I have a new religion now.” My eyes roamed over his chest as his actions for months became clear.
“Let me speak plainly.” I ran my palms over his shoulders and down across his hard pecs.
“I’ve had sex before, though not with you.
” I traced the harsh lines of his body across his impossibly toned abs and delighted in the way he sucked in a breath.
“And I’m telling you right now that I want you.
” To emphasize my point, I slid one hand down its delicious path to palm his clothed cock.
I had to stifle a groan at how hard his length was in my hand. “All of you. Right fucking now.”
Another breath hissed out of him that sounded suspiciously like, “Fuck yes,” and just like that, his hands were on me.
He grabbed my ass first, hauling me into him so he could reclaim my lips.
His hands were caressing my back and my sides, skimming the swell of my breasts.
One hand dove into my hair as the other returned to my ass, pressing us as close together as possible.
I felt him everywhere, and my senses tingled with anticipation.
I moaned into his mouth and followed it with my tongue.
I wanted every inch of his body. He pulled back, and my mouth chased his in protest until I discovered that he was a smart, smart man.
One hand moved to my breast while his lips traced down my neck, landing on the opposite nipple.
He sucked it into his mouth and flicked with his tongue just as his hand tweaked the first. The dual stimulation was exactly what I wanted, but he didn’t stop there.
His other hand gripped the hollow of my hip bone, applying delicious pressure that left me panting his name.
I was already slick with arousal, and he’d barely started touching me.
“Please,” I whispered, not even knowing what I was begging for.
Eldreth seemed to know because he lifted me in one fluid motion and carried me to his comically large bed.
Then he was on top of me. I was surrounded by soft skin covering hard muscles.
Ordinarily, I would hate the idea of being trapped, but with Eldreth, I knew he would give with the lightest touch.
The way he surrendered control was intoxicating, and I repaid him by thrusting my hips up into his.
His length was rock hard as he ground against my core.
One hand ran up my stomach and reclaimed my breast again, tweaking my pebbled nipple.
I needed more, and fast. I reached between us to undo his pants and whined—Fuck, I actually whined!
—in frustration. I had no flaming clue how men’s pants fastened in Rihtlond.
They weren’t like any pants I’d seen in Cavendaffe.
Eldreth wasted no time unfastening something at his side and stripping off what looked like a built-in belt.
His pants fell to the floor, and he kicked them away.
Then his hands were on my waist, untying my skirt and pulling it down my legs.
They roamed back up, over my hips, and traced up my stomach like he couldn’t stand to not be touching every inch of me.
I knew the feeling. As soon as he made it to my breasts, his hands were traveling down again, pulling off my leggings.
Looking between us, I saw that we both wore soft tan shorts that clung to our bodies like a second skin.
I don’t know what I expected of underwear here, but this was better than I imagined.
The material was thin and incredibly flexible and left so little to the imagination.
Seeing his cock straining against his undergarments heated my arousal even more.
Eldreth paused, looking down at me sprawled across his bed. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
When he moved atop me, the frenzied hurry dissipated, leaving something sensual and intimate in its wake.
His body settled between my legs, and he kissed me slowly.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and threaded my fingers through his loose hair.
It was silky soft even though it was still damp.
I had seen him with his hair undone before, but this was different.
It gave him a wild quality, just the tiniest bit unhinged and dripping with sex appeal.
When he had opened the door with his hair mussed like he’d been tugging his hands through those locks, I nearly jumped him then and there.
The amount of emotion pouring out of him, more than anything else, had changed my course as I stepped through the door.
If I hadn’t already decided it, I would have in that moment. From there on out, I was his.
With urgency building again, I guided my hips to move against his and bring back that delicious friction. All that hardness of his body was pressed against me, and with so few layers of fabric between us, all I could think was more, more, MORE.
“Fuck, I need to taste you.” He waited for no confirmation before his lips and tongue trailed down my neck to my breasts, then continued down the planes of my stomach.
His thumbs hooked under the lip of my shorts and dragged them down my legs, exposing my sex to him.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered as he stripped off his own shorts.
I wanted to say something witty, but his cock was finally free, and all I could do was admire him.
Could a cock be called beautiful? It was long and thick in a way that matched his build perfectly.
All I could think of was how I wanted to lick it.
I needed him between my lips—both sets—and my mind exploded with a hundred different scenarios of how I wanted him to take me. “I need you inside me,” I panted.
He groaned and gripped my ankle, pulling it up to his lips. This time, his tongue worked its way up my legs until his breath ghosted over my sex. “Just tell me if there’s anything you don’t want.”
Words left me as his eyes locked onto mine. I was desperate for him to continue.
The seconds were agonizing until his head dipped, and his warm tongue circled my sensitive bud.
The sound he coaxed from my throat was one of pure, blissful pleasure.
My head fell back as his mouth closed around my clit and his moan reverberated through me, sending my pleasure higher.
Then his tongue swept down my center and back up to my clit in long strokes, pausing to return attention to that sensitive bundle of nerves before moving to my entrance. It was everything and too much.
My hips bucked against him as my body coiled with pleasure. “More,” I gasped, and his chuckle pulsed through my core.
One long finger slipped inside me as his other hand snaked up my body to palm my breast.
“Yes, fuck yes!”
After a few strokes in and out, a second finger joined the first inside me, stretching me. His tongue focused all its attention on my clit, and my arousal began to peak and sharpen. His fingers plunged faster into me, priming me to explode.
A knock sounded at the door.
Eldreth ignored it, thank all the Dragons of Jaeda, and pinched my nipple as he sucked my clit into his mouth, pumping his fingers faster at my urging.
The knock sounded again, more insistent this time.
The heat of his mouth left me, making my mind implode with desperation. “Go the fuck away!” he yelled.
“I wish I could,” came the voice on the other side of the door.
Eldreth’s fingers slipped out of me and moved to grip my hips. “I need more time, Bracht. Go.”
I had never felt so bereft in my life. I needed him back inside me.
“Dane calls for you, Wep. Something’s happened. You must come now.”
Eldreth groaned. “That was the idea,” he muttered as his head fell against my stomach. Then, louder, he said, “All right, I’m on my way.”
Bracht’s voice changed as if he were pressing his face to the door. “Both of you.”
Eldreth looked up at me.
What else could I do? I nodded.
“Fine,” he called back.
If misery had a name, it was Serae.