“They…they got inside my shift,” I admit at last, because apparently there’s no use lying. Though how he can smell my untruth, I don’t know—maybe it’s more of his Drake’s magic. “They…they wound around my breasts,” I add in a low voice.
“Let me see.” He makes an impatient gesture with one hand, as though it’s no big deal for me to take down the top of the tattered gown of rags I’m wearing to bare myself to him.
But that is exactly what I end up doing. I tug at the strings holding the top together and let it fall, pooling at my waist. This frees my too-large breasts, which are covered in thorn marks.
Valen sucks in a breath.
“Gods, baby,” he murmurs. “Those fucking thorns—look what they did to you!”
“I know,” I whisper. “I…I’m afraid I’ll have scars. My breasts are already ugly and scars will only make them worse.”
“Ugly?” He looks up at me, and the expression on his darkly handsome face is honestly incredulous. “What the fuck would make you think that?”
How can I explain to him what the standard of beauty at the Castle is? How any woman who has breasts bigger than a teacup is considered too big…too much? Vulgar is the word I’ve heard most often applied to my figure, as though I grew these overflowing curves to please myself and show off, which couldn’t be further from the truth. I just refuse to live exclusively on clear broth and vegetables.
“They’re too big,” I say at last. “All of me is too big.”
“You’re perfect, just the way you are,” he growls softly. “And your breasts are fucking gorgeous.”
He cups one of my heavy breasts in one big hand and examines the thorn marks. His eyes blaze with sudden anger when he sees the full extent of the damage.
“Look at this! That tree—that ‘Old Man Oak’—if I see it, I’m going to burn the fucking thing to the fucking ground!”
“I hope we don’t see it again.” I give another involuntary shiver at the thought. “It was horrifying.”
“Well the fucking thing is going to be ashes if I find it,” he says. Then he takes a deep breath as though he’s trying to calm himself down. “For now, though, we need to get you healed.”
“But you can’t just…just lick me all over,” I protest.
“Why not?” His blazing eyes are suddenly half-lidded. “You just licked me a little while ago. Why can’t I return the favor?”
Without waiting for an answer, he bends to his task—which is licking all over both of my breasts.
I moan softly as I watch him work. He’s quite thorough, starting at the outside of each breast and working inward. But it isn’t until he reaches my swollen left nipple that I try to stop him.
“Valen, don’t—you shouldn’t,” I say breathlessly as his mouth hovers near my stiff peak.
“Why not, baby? Afraid you’ll like it?” He gives me a devilish grin and then sucks my entire nipple deep into his hot, wet mouth.
He’s gentle at first—healing me with his dragon’s warmth. But then—once he’s certain I’m healed—he starts sucking harder, making me moan and squirm.
I feel his hand between my thighs, and I don’t even try to stop him when he slips his fingers into my panties.
“Oh…oh, Valen!” I moan as he parts my pussy lips and slips two long fingers inside. “Oh, what are you doing?” I gasp as I buck my hips, helpless to stop him.
“Just making you nice and hot before I bite you,” he growls hoarsely. “As I told you before, cold blood is no good for me.”
“I shouldn’t let you,” I gasp even as I part my thighs for him.
“Yes, but you are, aren’t you? My proper little Princess,” he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded as he looks into mine. “Look at you spreading your thighs so I can pet that sweet little pussy.”
“Don’t!” I moan, but I’m bucking my hips and spreading even wider. He’s found the aching little button I’ve heard the servants calling a “clit” and he’s circling it relentlessly. The gentle touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body—who knew such a tiny motion could give so much pleasure?
“Don’t what? Don’t pet your sweet little pussy or don’t make you come?” he growls. “Because you are going to come for me, Princess. You’re going to come while I finger this sweet little cunt. You’re going to come like a good girl when I tell you to.”
“I…I will not!” I vow breathlessly. He can’t think he can control me like this. But, oh Goddess—his touch feels so good.
“Yes, you will.” His fingers shift, sliding down inside me. I have no maiden barrier due to a horse-riding accident when I was younger, so there’s nothing to keep him from filling me this way.
