“You like this, don’t you? Like having all of your holes filled. My spicy little girl. I should have known what all that cinnamon candy meant.”
We rock together, and my thumb can feel my cock moving inside of her core. This is perfect. I want her to like having her ass filled. Unlike dragons, humans don’t have two vaginas, so it’s the only way she’ll ever be able to take both of my cocks.
Her hand flutters, the movement growing more frantic as her muscles clamp down on me.
I groan, my balls pulling tight, ready to release.
“Come for me now.” I plunge deep, making her gasp. “Come all over my cock, my pretty baby girl. Coat me with your sweetness.”
Her scream echoes off the ceiling, her muscles clamping so tightly around me my eyes roll back in my head. My hips snap forward, fast and hard, our bodies slapping together as lightning sizzles down my spine and pours from my cock ina blaze of pleasure greater than any I’ve ever known. I roar, the sound joining hers, our voices combining into a chorus of desire.
My hips keep pressing forward, so by the time we still, I’m still buried inside her sweet heat. I slide my hand free to cup her buttock, squeezing her to me.
She shifts to press little kisses to my chest, and I bend to capture her mouth with mine. I kiss her slow and deep, my tongue rolling across hers in a move that’s pure possession.
When we break apart, she’s panting, her eyes soft and glazed with desire again. Fuck, I love that look.
“Luke, I—” Then her expression alters, and she smiles, growing more confident yet also more distant. “That was one damn fine rescue, Mr. Firefighter, sir.”
The book character takes over. “Happy to be of service, ma’am.” I grip the base of the condom and pull out of her before sliding it off and tying the end closed as if I’ve done it a million times.
I’ve never even touched one of the things before today. Fae aren’t susceptible to any diseases and are so much less fertile than humans that the thought of preventing pregnancy is unheard of. My grandmother did an extensive study five-hundred years ago and discovered that sex without knotting results in less than one percent pregnancies in fae. She went so far to theorize that this is exactly why all fae knot, even the ones not animal shifters.
Still being moved around by the plot of the book, I dispose of the condom, and we straighten our clothes to be more comfortable before curling up together on the couch.
“It’s been a while since I’ve liked anyone this much,” thebook’s character says through my mouth.
“A handsome guy like you? I don’t believe it.”
“I had a bit of a rough time at work a couple of years ago. Lost a good buddy of mine to a fire.” I stare into the distance as if reliving a memory. “It changed things for me. Everything up until then with women was casual for me, but I couldn’t do casual any more. I haven’t been with anyone since.” I brush her hair back from her face. “Until you, Skye.”
“Oh, Luke.” Tears sheen her eyes.
“Don’t break this old man’s heart, baby girl.”
“I won’t!” She throws her arm around me.
The book’s male character takes comfort in this sharing, but my mind spins in shock. I’ve had dalliances over the centuries with other dragons and never experienced anything like this. How in the world is he able to say all of this to a woman he just met? Why would he allow himself to be this open, this… vulnerable?
Is this normal for humans? Is this what Skye expects? It wasn’t only the book characters who were physically intimate just now. Skye and I also had sex for the first time. Am I supposed to tell her my most painful secrets? Years of rejection well within me, a deep and abiding pain. The thought of admitting it to someone…
No, I cannot.
I’m still questioning everything as the gold sparkles of her magic descend upon us, carrying us back to the reading room of my library and depositing us on top of the main table. My wings are trapped uncomfortably beneath me, and several books dig into my hip and shoulder and thigh.
“I’m sorry.” Skye scurries off me, almostfalling from the tabletop in her haste to get away. “So very sorry.”
My hand snaps out and grips her elbow, steadying her. “It’s all right.”
“But we hadsex!” Her voice squeaks on the final word.
“We did.” I nod and slide from the table, letting my wings settle more comfortably on my back. “I have questions.” I settle in a chair, reach for parchment and quill, and start with queries designed to establish the basic parameters of human sexuality.
“Does the man always take charge in human sexual relations?”
“Lots of the time but not always.”
My tail lashes as I grunt. How vague and unhelpful. “What determines it?”
