I also long to knot her for the first time face to face.
We move together, me thrusting upward to meet her until she’s grinding down against my knot.
“That’s it. Take both my cocks, my pretty baby girl.”
My words tip her over the edge into another orgasm, and Skye shrieks my name to the sky, back arched, mouth open, lost in pleasure.
My little witch is made for pleasure. Lush and rich and decadent with it. I could lose myself in her for another three centuries and never get enough. I will make her find her peak again and again. I will never let up. She will be ruined for any other.
She will be mine.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Skye
The most powerful orgasm of my life tears through me, lighting every nerve on fire as I scream Luke’s name to the heavens.
I come down slowly, Luke still holding me, still inside me. He’s everywhere, his huge body wrapping around my back, his massive cocks filling me in the double penetration of my every fantasy.
He thrusts into me, making my entire body bounce. I’ve never felt as free as I do now, held suspended in midair by his magic, no bed getting in the way, no foot falling asleep or muscle cramps from trying to hold an angle made awkward by gravity. I don’t even care if anyone sees us.
There’s nothing but me and Luke and pleasure.
He palms my breast, pinching the nipple in the way I like best, making me whimper and grind down against his knot.
Oh, god, that knot! I want it in me. My body feels aching and needy and ready, even after coming twice. I’ve played with so many toys over the years, but nothing can compare to him. His aphrodisiac fluids have me needy and open, his tail and fingers having stretched me better than any toy ever could.
He thrusts harder, his knot slipping into my entrance and making me see stars, the pressure is so intense. Luke pinches my nipple harder and growls in my ear, “Come for me, baby girl. Take my knot with your sweet pussy and come for me.”
My head thrashes on his shoulder, my feet kicking at the air. I don’t want to get away, but I can’t hold still. This feeling is too big to contain. A high-pitched keen fills the air, and I realize it’s coming from me.
Luke pounds up into me, and the stretch around his knot makes the cock in my ass feel even bigger than before.
“Oh, god. Oh, god,” I gasp, clinging to him, lost in need and want.
Luke nips my neck, fangs dancing lines of fire across my skin, and desire explodes from my core in a firework of sensation that lights me up from the inside.
“Yes, that’s it,” he growls, triumph ringing in his voice. “My precious sweet candy girl.”
I shake and moan, riding waves of ecstasy that keep peaking, over and over. I can’t catch my breath, can’t move on my own. I’m nothing but his.
I love it.
His hands anchor tighter on my thigh and breast, holding me in place as his thrusts speed up. Our bodies slaptogether, making deliciously filthy wet noises that only get me hotter. He grunts every time his cocks fill me, a deep primal sound, half desire, half possession, and one-hundred percent guaranteed to take a starring role in my fantasies every single time I touch myself for the rest of my life.
Human Luke was amazing.
Dragon Luke isdevastating.
I’m wrecked. I’m ruined. No one else will ever compare. He might only be doing this because he got turned on while we were in the book, and then we were here, with me naked and wet and pressed against him. Pretty much any guy would react to that—it doesn’t mean he really wants me. But I don’t care. I’m glad I have this one crushingly perfect experience with him.
“Fuck, Skye,” he groans, as my muscles clench around his knot. “You’re so exquisitely tight. I’m going to need you to come again.”
“I can’t.” I shake my head. “It’s too much.”
“For that, I’m going to make you cometwotimes for me, my pretty little witch.”
I make an indescribable noise deep in my throat, part whimper, part sigh.
