His roar fills my ears, his body lifts over me, but my eyes are shut tight, fighting tears.
He’s taken it completely, and knowing the pain that accompanies a first rutting, I readied for it, but—my heartbeat quickens—I wasn’t ready for a dragon. Hearing his nails scrape the stone beside my ears, I try to relax, try to remember my teachings, but then the scraping is gone and his hands are grasping mine, shoving them above my head.
He holds them there and, opening my eyes, his hot gaze locks back on mine.
Steam pours from his mouth and nostrils. He’s pressing his shaft hard—building pressure now that my thighs go stiff against his—and Kaos gives me a dark, primal look. And finding my bliss again—the bliss he teased from my body with his tongue—my sex clamps around him. He’s big, and heavy, nearly twice my size.
But we fit. He forced us to fit.
So powerful, male… and between my legs.I suck in my stomach, licking my lips. He’s deep inside me, giving me all I dreamed of: a mate.And there’s no one telling me he belongs to another, that I can’t have him.No one to do to me like they did to Aida. No one can steal my mate away, my hopes.Mine.
I watch as he licks his bow-shaped, hot lips. My soul quivers as we’re frozen in time. Then need builds inside me again, for movement.
The green in his eyes is gone, now overcome with deep, haunting, hungry black pits. And they’re staring directly at me.
Then something happens I’m completely unprepared for.
His mouth goes wide, his fingers twist around mine, and burning heat unlike anything I’ve ever felt fills me.
Hot streaming liquid bursts inside me, filling me even more than his large size. The pain from before is replaced with increasing pressure, and I feel it escape from between our legs, everywhere.
Jerking his hips slightly, Kaos continues to stare at me, even as the liquid from his shaft keeps coming.
Beginning to shake, sliding my trapped behind from side-to-side, trying to relieve the growing pressure, it just gets worse. More erupts out.
“Kaos,” I shout, trying frantically to reposition myself beneath him, he just holds me there, forcing me to take it. All of it. “Please!” Nothing like this happens between human mates. No teachings told me anything of so much seed.
The heat builds, his seed is everywhere, inside and out, I can taste it in the air, smell it in my nose. I feel it fill my womb. My belly grows—just a little—or maybe I’m going mad. I can’t tell, not anymore!
I’m stuck, and he’s mating me, putting all of himself inside me. It seems obvious, but he’s not rutting like a human. He mates like a rabid dragon, filling me so fully with his seed, mounting so deeply and firmly that there’s nothing I can do but take it.
“Relax, human,” he tells me when I don’t think I can take it anymore. “I am almost done,” he warns.
Almost?I arch up and twist, shaking, seeking relief and…almost?He grunts and moves, watching me powerless against him, knowing it’s consuming me. Squinting, I find his pleasure in my consumption. He’s relishing it.
I deserve it, suffering it—him—his words come back to me. A scream builds in my throat.
Kaos jerks back, and the pressure bursts with him.
Crying again with pleasure, the terrible pressure vanishes. His seed pours from my sex as dots scurry across my vision. I barely hear his laugh as he thrusts back into me, forcing my cries louder.
He bites down on my neck.
Bliss strikes me again, and I’m clenching hard around him. He groans against my neck and slams into me, shoving my hips into the air. He lets go of my hands and bands his arms around me, pulling me to his chest, lifting me up as he stands.
He walks backward into the pool, rutting up into me the whole time. My feet and lower legs dip into the water as I cling to him.
A position I’ve never even dreamed of.
I’m shunted into the air, rocking back onto him, riding a dragon. Another burst of hot seed fills me, and he grows wilder, moving my body this way and that.
Another animalistic roar fills my ears, and we fall into the water.
Time passes as he holds me against his chest, his large hands petting my back and hair, still seated inside me. Neither of us speak. There are no words. Cool water takes away the burn but not his heat. Snuggling into him, I let myself trust that he’ll protect us.
His body is big, his presence is intimidating, and I can’t even wrap my fingers around his wrist. I’ve never met a male like him, and being so close to him, having had him inside me, really hits home.
With my palms on his chest, I thread his long hair between my fingers. Even his hair is different from any I’ve ever seen. It falls down his back, past his butt, clinging to him like vines. It’s silky, and it’s never tangled.
