Taevas ripped his lips away from hers and dropped to his knees. Without his support, she collapsed against the tree, her chest rising and falling as she stared down at him with dazed eyes.
She was fucking magnificent.
The dappled sunlight gilded her skin and curls. A faint sheen of sweat made her chest glitter. The tips of her heavy breasts were dark and jutting into the warm summer air, begging for more ofhis attention. When he palmed them greedily, he found her soft thighs trembling.
Nude and flushed with arousal, she looked like every fever dream of a nymph that had ever been had. She was wild with want, unbound by any shyness or coy games. There was nothing artificial or practiced about how she looked at him then — like she was just as out of her mind for him as he was for her.
Taevas hitched one of her legs over his shoulder. The joint of his wing screamed in protest when he moved it out of the way, but he shoved the now-familiar pain into a box and sealed it shut. Nothing, not even that, could distract him from his singular focus now.
Alashiya balanced herself by gripping the tallest pair of his horns as he pressed his face into the juncture of her thighs. The scent of her, musky and sweet, sent electricity skittering over every inch of his skin. A pleasant buzz filled his mind.
He barely recognized his own voice when he spoke. “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.” Taevas skimmed her slit and found her hot flesh slippery. He stroked her mindlessly, hungrily, stirring his fingers through the evidence of her need, when he growled, “If you don’t, I’m going to ruin you like you’ve ruined me,naine.”
A shuddering breath escaped her bruised lips. “I think you’ve already done that.”
No,he wanted to argue,I haven’t. Not yet.
If he had, she wouldn’t wear that avid, fearful look, like he’d disappear at any moment. She wouldn’t doubt or worry. She’dknowthat they were a done thing, and that she ruled him now and forever. She’d demand her due without hesitation. She’d expect everything of him, and it’d be the greatest pleasure in his life to give all of himself to her.
Because that was the trade they made when a dragon Chose. It was not an easy thing to be a dragon’s mate. They demanded everything, always, without remorse. They coveted what they treasured and would never compromise on that.
But in exchange they offered all of themselves, and the risk thatshould a Chosen leave or die, their lives would be forfeit in all the ways that mattered.
Taevas had never been willing to make that trade. He couldn’t risk suffering as his parents had suffered, and the thought of his control unraveling was repugnant. But he was keenly aware that he was missing out on something that made life worth living.
And now it was done. It’d taken a decade of whittling down his willpower and an assassination attempt, but at last he’d offered himself up on the altar, sacrificing his own health and happiness to have her all to himself. He was aware that he would be a monster of a mate — more demanding, more troublesome, more selfish than any other. If he had any selfless love for her at all, he would’ve saved her from himself.
But he didn’t. His feelings were as selfish as the fire that burned in his gut. It was all-consuming, ever-hungry, and so he knelt there in the woods, her thigh draped over his shoulder, and devoured her.
Alashiya choked out a gasp as he spread her and licked a hot stripe from her dripping entrance to the firm little pearl of her clitoris. The muscles of her thigh tightened reflexively as he savored the taste and feel of her on his tongue. It was pure bliss.
He didn’t hear the sounds of the forest or feel the humid air pressing down on him. He barely felt the pressure building in his livid cock. Taevas normally prided himself on being able to get a woman off on his tongue with devastating efficiency, but that wasn’t the goal with her. He drowned in sensation. There was no plan, no pride, no endgame. There was only the taste and smell and sounds of her as she ground down against him, chasing the pleasure his swirling tongue offered.
His name spilled from her lips over and over, blending in with strings of words from a language he didn’t know. A heady thrill coursed through him when she began to direct his head with his horns, demanding more here, less there. It eased something tight in him to know that she held the reins, allowing him to fully lose himself in her.
When she began to rock herself restlessly against his mouth, he instinctively increased the pressure and speed, seeking to give her everything she needed from him.
He slid one finger inside her, then another. Her walls rippled around them, seeking to hold him there as he gently but urgently attempted to prepare her for what was to come. He eased the sting of a third finger with a long, sucking pull of his lips and tongue, which made Alashiya arch her back and keen with surprise.
Her grip on his horns became unrelenting, and there was precious little oxygen available when she forced his head hard against her. Taevaslovedit. His skull felt too small to contain the rush that accompanied her taking control of him, using him to get herself off.
Every aspect of his life had been carefully curated, maintained, and ordered by him. Every partner, every sexual encounter — all of it was by his design, at his leisure, and ended exactly when he said so. It had never occurred to him that he’d fuckinglovebeing used, let alone commanded. He couldn’t even imagine letting anyone but his Alashiya doing so.
And when she came on his tongue, panting and rolling her perfect, wet cunt into his mouth until his mind began to go a little fuzzy at the edges…Bliss.Pure, unadulterated bliss.
To everyone else he was Isand Taevas Aždaja, but to Alashiya he was simplyhers.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
He barely registeredit when she pushed him back by his shoulders, forcing him onto his elbows in the cool undergrowth. His tongue was a little sore, his lips and cheeks wet, and the taste of her lingered, making him feel almost dizzy with desire. He watched, eyes glazed, as she dropped onto the forest floor with him. Her breasts swung, heavy and full, drawing his gaze as she straddled him.
He loved her body. He loved absolutely everything about it. Every lush curve, dark curl, and dimple. He wanted the impressions of his fingers to live on her plush hips. He wanted to trace the strange, alien marks on her skin with his tongue and always keep one hand between her thighs, ready to please her at a moment’s notice.
He wanted her more than he’d wanted anything in his entire life, and if he didn’t have her soon, he was pretty sure he’d lose whatever was left of his mind.
Alashiya’s hands settled on his tense shoulders and smoothed upward, until she cupped the underside of his jaw and tilted his head back. She breathed against his lips, “I used to dream of what it’d be like to be touched by Adon. Butyou…”
She pressed the tip of her tongue against his slick lower lip.His mouth parted for her on a shaky breath. He felt her words whisper against his tongue when she finished, “You are more than I could’ve ever imagined.”
