“Oh my,” she whispered on a breathless sigh.
The wine, warmed in his mouth, trickled between his lips, dripping in a thin stream onto her thighs. He followed its path, nuzzling his face into the soft brown curls, wet with wine and her own passions. Leida’s knees fell farther apart even as her fingers furrowed into his hair, pressing on his head to coax him closer. Magnus acquiesced, spurred on as much by her scent, musky and sweet, as by the continuous low moans now emanating from her throat.
He cupped his hands around her, using his thumbs to part the swollen folds and reveal the bead of sensitive pink flesh to his gaze. His breath left him in a long exhalation, his mouth watering at the sight.
Leida’s hands grew more frantic, tugging at his hair hard enough to cause a twinge of pain. “Oh, gods, Magnus, please.”
Magnus smiled, gliding his tongue along the inside of her thigh to
lap up a trickle of wine. “Please what, Leida?” he teased. It was a ritual between them, played out years earlier when he would make her say exactly what she wanted of him. As before, her breathless commands sent fire racing through his veins, and his engorged cock throbbed in response.
“Put your tongue inside of me. Please. Gods, I need this.” She arched against his hands, a physical plea to accompany her words.
He didn’t have to be told twice. Her deep-throated groan held equal measures of lust and relief as he fastened his mouth over the small pearl in which so much sensation centered. She tasted of heaven and ocean, even better than he remembered, and he wondered how he’d ever found the control to wait an entire day before indulging himself in this way.
Magnus sucked slowly on her, sometimes pausing to swirl his tongue along the inner folds and slide inward to tease her slick opening. Leida slowly stilled in his embrace, her moans turning to soft mewing sounds even as her muscles stiffened. She skirted along the edge of a climax, her hips rocking on the blankets in an ever increasing pace. He knew the signs, knew her body so well. He moved back to the curved bit of flesh, sucking softly once more as his hands slid up to cup her breasts. Her small nipples, already hard, stiffened even more beneath the subtle play of his fingertips.
It was the touch to send her over the edge, and Leida nearly slammed his nose with the sudden upward surge of her hips. Magnus flexed his shoulders to hold her pelvis down as she bucked and cried out, thrusting against his mouth. She was liquid heat, and he wanted to feel it surround him, soak it into his body. He lapped one last time at her before changing position, rising up and sitting back.
From his new vantage point, he had a full view of her, the white skin, flushed and shiny with perspiration, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she sucked in great gulps of air. Leida’s eyes glistened in the fading shadows as she stretched out a hand, fingertips brushing across the head of his cock. Magnus shuddered and leaned forward, bracing his arms on either side of her head.
She smiled, her hand closing more firmly over him even as her legs slid over his hips and around his waist. She guided him to her, and he watched as the swollen head of his cock disappeared into the nest of curls. Slick, tight muscle gripped him as he sank into her, and Magnus groaned with the pleasure of it. He pulled out of her slowly, almost to the tip, fascinated by the sight of his shaft, rosy and shiny with wetness.
Leida’s legs tightened around him, her heels digging into the small of his back to urge him forward. He needed no more coaxing. Her small, rhythmic moans, timed to the pumping motion of his hips were the sweetest music to his ears. He licked her throat, the soft hollow just below the imprisoning choker. Her hands clutched his arms as she met each thrust, took him deep.
His thighs were slippery against hers, his bollocks slick with her spending as they rubbed against the curve of her buttocks. He fucked her hard, stroking in and out in a driving motion that pushed her up the twisted blankets. His mouth found hers, his tongue sweeping in to mimic the motion of his hips.
She gripped him, sheathed him, muscles tightening on his cock until he groaned in her mouth. A hot tingle spread across his lower back, traveled over his buttocks and thighs before finally centering at his groin. It grew, fanning out to the rest of his body, and he heaved against her, desperate to get as far inside as possible, sink into her, body and soul. Two hard pulses and his back arched, his deep cries echoing through the trees as he thrust once more, his cock throbbing with an almost unbearable ache as he came inside Leida in a thick pulse of heat.
Massive shivers wracked his body as he collapsed on to her, and it took some effort to find the energy and roll to his side so as not to crush her. He pulled Leida’s hips snugly against his so as to stay buried within her. His vision swam for a moment before focusing on her face, still pink from her exertions. He imagined he looked much the same.
She watched him with a sated, sleepy expression, her gray eyes almost glowing in the light put out by the dying fire. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow,” she said, a smile in her voice. One hand tickled his nape as the other lazily caressed his side and hip.
Magnus rubbed his palm over her rounded backside, pulling her closer still as he softened within her, rivulets of his seed streaming out of her to soak both their thighs. He kissed her, tugging gently at her lower lip. “Remember, we will travel mostly at night.” Another kiss, this one a little longer, a little more forceful. "There will be little walking. You will ride me when I am dragon…” he paused to swirl his tongue through her mouth, “and again when I am a man.” Her laugh, sultry and knowing, transformed to a small, welcoming whimper as he clamped his mouth over hers, pressing his lips to hers and sucking on her tongue.
Soon, he thought, soon he’d take her again, when the darts of sensation that set his legs to quivering subsided, and he could pull himself away from the seductive lure of her mouth. He reveled in the feel of her fingers in his hair, the way she touched him with reverent, loving hands, as if she worshiped the feel of him beneath her palms.
Magnus wrapped his legs around her, suppressing the urge to hold her tighter and risk injuring her with his need to bind her to him in any fashion. It would take more than a crushing embrace. He thought of the child, her daughter, and felt his stomach tighten with the pain of jealousy, regret, and envy. He pushed it down, suppressed it for the moment. It served no purpose, but the child might.
He and his brethren were shrewd, cunning creatures, always looking for that which might benefit them most and further their aspirations and desires. Leida was his desire, his obsession, his need. And if her actions just now were any indication, she loved him as much as he loved her. The trick now was to convince her to stay with him beyond the four years of her sentence, assure her that he had no intention of ever replacing her, despite the ruin of her voice or the daughter he couldn’t claim as his.
Morning was full upon them when fatigue finally took hold. Magnus was almost asleep when Leida’s slow breathing suddenly changed, alerting him. His eyes snapped open as she stiffened in his arms, and he lowered his head to stare at her, questioning.
He grew suspicious at the sight of her gnawing on her lower lip, even as her fingers traced circles over his collarbones. Alarm grew at the timidity in her voice.
“I have something else to tell you,” she said, clearing her voice twice before continuing. “And I’m afraid you will be angry again.”
Chapter Six
“MY DAUGHTER?”Magnus roared. He towered over her, naked and enraged. “Vala is my daughter?”
Leida clutched one of the blankets to her, urging him to lower his voice with a frantic motion of her hands. She yelped as he jerked her up from where she knelt on the remaining blanket.
His green eyes burned with rage, pain, and disbelief. “You bore my daughter and never said a word!” His fingers dug into her upper arms until she flinched, and he pushed her away from him. “How long were you planning to keep such news to yourself, Leida? Another day? When we finally reached the village, and you presented her to me?”
She held out a supplicating hand, unsure how to respond. His anger was justified, but she had held back Vala’s parentage from him, not out of spite, but out of fear. “I was afraid!”
Magnus scorched her with a fiery stare. “Afraid of what? You keep speaking of this fear of me, yet I’ve done nothing to earn it. And how could you ever think I’d hurt my own child?” He bared his teeth, and Leida blanched, thankful he was still in human form, for as a dragon such a gesture would have been truly terrifying. Clothes flew as he hurled her skirts at her, and she dodged to miss being struck by her worn shoes.
