Yelena lowered her foot and sat up, straddling him. "Hush now," she said and pressed her wet silver fingers into his mouth.
His eyes flashed with pure, feral dragon. They went wide as she slowly sank down on his dick. She was so wet that he met no resistance, and they both groaned.
Yelena's fingers dropped from his mouth, and she rested her head against his chest, overwhelmed by the feeling of him. She didn't register his magic until the chains snapped, and his arms came around her. Her gasp of outrage was silenced by his hot mouth crashing down on hers.
"My turn to play some fucking games," he snarled.
His hands gripped her ass roughly and dragged her up and down his dick. Yelena's hands dug into his chest so hard that the nails on her real hand drew blood.
Valentine only smiled wider and fucked her harder. "Scratch and bite me as much as you want. Mark me up, baby girl."
Yelena licked the scratches, the taste of his blood making her wild. She sank her teeth in. Valentine made a sound between a groan and a growl and pushed her onto her back. Yelena's breathless laugh turned into a gasp as he lifted her hips and slammed into her.
"Knew this tight cunt would be as perfect as the rest of you. It was just made to take my cock," Valentine panted, his body all lean muscles and power above her. Yelena would never get over the sight of him. His eyes were glowing, his dragon as close to the surface as hers was.
"There you are," she said in triumph. The strength of the dragon filled her, and she rolled, pinning Valentine on his back. Her hand tightened around his throat, and she purred, "Hello, my dark one."
"Mine," the dragon snarled out of Valentine's mouth. One of his hands gripped her breast, squeezing hard, the other moving to her clit. "Claim me."
"Not… Not without Valentine's permission," she gasped. She kept one hand around his throat, the other gripping his chest for balance as she drove herself down on him, over and over.
"Yelena," Valentine groaned, gaining control of his mouth again. "Need to feel you come. Need…"
Yelena leaned down, her hair falling around them. "Come with me, Valentine. I want you to fill me up."
"Fuck, I…" He grabbed her face and kissed her without finishing the sentence.
Yelena's pussy gripped him, and he swallowed her scream as her orgasm tore through her like a wildfire. Valentine held onto her as his hips lifted, and his body shuddered. Her name was a helpless plea on his lips as he came seconds later.
Yelena collapsed on top of him, their hearts and breath syncing and racing together. His fingers trailed down her back, and when she thought he would roll her off him, he only held her tighter.
21
Valentine was stunned speechless. He didn't do connection well with anyone, especially during sex, but he could feel his and Yelena's energy and magic syncing and flowing together.
He didn't want to move from under her delicious, soft curves, but he had an overwhelming need to fuss over her.
"Let me up, baby girl," he said softly.
"No. Comfy," she mumbled against him.
Valentine patted her back. "I know, but I need to run us a bath. You are going to have a post-tattoo, post-body mod, post-big magic, post-sex drop, and I need to help you. That's a lot of 'post' for one night."
Yelena kissed his chest before sliding off him bonelessly onto the bed. Valentine brushed a thumb over her cheek, alien feelings tickling him as he looked at her.
"I'll be right back," he said and got out of bed because he was in danger of giving in and staying there.
Valentine went into the adjoining bathroom and was pleased to find a tub big enough for both of them. He touched the stone fixtures, activating them with magic, and it began to fill.
Yelena hadn't moved as he went back into the main living area and salvaged some fruit and filled up their cups with water. He froze and huffed out a laugh. "Fuck, I'm turning into Bas."
That wasn't a bad thing. His brother had a giving, kind streak that no one could compete with. It made him a good role model in this weird situation Valentine suddenly found himself in. He wanted to make sure Yelena was looked after, and he didn't know why. There was a lot about her that made her different from anyone he had ever met.
Valentine put the food and water next to the tub, tested that the water wasn't too hot, and went to get the little dragon in the bed. Yelena was a mixture of sweet and wild, and Valentine found that unpredictability strangely appealing.
He ran his fingers over her shoulder. "Your bath is ready. Come on, let me help you up."
Yelena yawned and held out a hand. Valentine pulled her gently upright. Her long hair was a tumbled mess, and she looked so sexy with her swollen lips and the trail of love bites he had put on her. His dragon rumbled in approval.
