Malice’s eyes flash, glowing orange, and Aerin stifles a gasp as he quickly advances. Malice grabs her at the neck, roughly guiding her backwards until her legs hit the bed, and then farther until she’s laying on it. Sharp talons tickle her neck and deep huffs come from him. His wings flare as he inspects her.
Reikan seems to have taken over, sniffing at her hair. He runs the smooth curve of his talons over the points of her ears, acrossher cheek bones down her jaw. Back to her neck, his nose follows his talons, bringing his lips dangerously close to her skin. Aerin erupts in goosebumps as he continues. Down her right arm first, lifting it and flipping it over in his hands to check the other side.
Aerin lets him. Lets his talons and nose track over her body. She holds herself completely still when he goes over the swells of her breasts. Holds back a gasp when he runs those cool, smooth, talons over her nipples, the only thing separating them thin lace.
He comes to the bright pink scar across her abdomen and runs a talon down the sensitive skin, making her shiver. Reikan’s tongue drags from her navel to her ribs, over the top of the scar, and another shiver rolls through her body.
Aerin grips the bedding underneath her as she begs her body to calm the hell down.
She tries to ignore the wetness pooling in her panties, though it becomes more difficult as he moves down her legs. First her right. When he makes his way back up, he stops at the apex of her thighs. His tongue flicks out against his lips, eyes burning a brighter orange when he roughly yanks her thighs apart. Before she can protest, the smooth side of his talon runs from her damp opening up to her clit. Aerin’s pussy clenches around nothing and she bites into her lip to stop herself from moaning.
Reikan hums appreciatively. Then the bastardpresseshis nose against her, over her panties, and inhales deeply. A rumble comes from his chest that has Aerin’s pussy clenching once more. His breath against her is hotter than it should be, and all Aerin can think about is his tongue slipping inside of her. Him using it to unravel her.
He pulls away to inspect her left leg and Aerin huffs in annoyance. She squeaks in surprise when he grips her left ankle and uses it to forcibly turn her over onto her stomach. But then he is back to it, the smooth backside of his talon running up her leg, followed by the warm huffs of his breath as he sniffs her.
When he reaches the crease where her ass meets her thigh Aerin shudders, unable to hold back her want, her body asking for anything he is willing to give. The sharp points of his talons graze across her ass cheek. While Aerin knows he didn’t draw blood, the sting makes her hiss. She’s sure it will leave a mark.
Her hiss of pain is quickly exchanged for a gasping moan when Reikan draws his tongue across the stinging skin, running it up the talon marks. Aerin grips the bedding around her, the pooling in her panties only worsens.
Then Reikan is moving on, instead of paying more attention to her ass or her soaking core, he moves back up her body. His hot huffs of breath following his cool talons make Aerin’s brain fuzzy. By the time he stops, he’s fully draped over her, sniffing the back of her neck. Aerin has no shame when she raises her hips to rub her ass against his groin. She moans when she feels themassivehard on he is rocking under his pants.
He huffs harder in her ear, before his taloned hand wraps around her right hip and forces her body back down, flush with the bed. His talon tips dig slightly into the delicate skin around her hip bone, and Aerin can’t help but let out a pathetic whine.
“Be good,” the voice that growls out is not Malice’s raspy voice but one with a deeper rumble. The same voice that echoed in her head that day in the forest: Reikan.
As much as Aerin wants to feel that massive cock inside of her, she stills. She doesn’t have a death wish, no matter how horny she is.
The hand on her hip releases as he sits back on his knees. Aerin attempts to turn herself over so she can look at him, but he’s faster than her. In a second, he has re-pinned her with a hand over the back of her neck, pressing the side of her face into the comforter. He slips his other arm under her hips and hoists them into the air, effectively putting her face down ass up with her knees still spread wide around his own.
He adds a bit more pressure to her neck as he murmurs, “Stay,” in a tone that leaves no room for argument.
Aerin doesn’t move a muscle, aside from the clench of her disloyal pussy.
Reikan palms the ass cheek he already marred, massaging it as a means to spread her core open. He runs the smooth side of a wicked talon from her soaked opening to her clit and back. Aerin moans, chasing the pressure before the talons on her ass dig in, in warning, and Aerin stills again, clenching her teeth. She wants to shamelessly rub against him, she wants to beg for his tongue, his cock. She wants to know what it feels like to have this Dragon ravage her.
Aerin loves Shifters. She loves their grunts, their growls, their roars when they cum. She loves how possessive they are, how dominant, how strong, how rough. And if a Jaguar could give her an orgasm that makes her feel like her soul has left her body, what can this Dragon do?
She aches: her nipples, her clit, and most of all her core. Sheachesfor him.
Reikan continues to stroke her clothed cunt but it’s his gruff voice that drags her from her thoughts.
“You were very naughty, my mate,” he grumbles, still stroking her. Never with enough force or speed to do anything but make the wetness that pools overflow, running from her core down to her clit, every part of her wet and warm andneedy.
“He very much wants to punish you for what you did,” Reikan comments. Aerin moans unabashedly in response. “But that is not what he needs right now.” This catches Aerin’s attention. Right, this whole thing started because Malice is a mess, because the blood-bond is freaking out. Does the Dragon know something?
“What— nnngh.” He buries two fingers inside of her. The surprise has Aerin’s brain short-circuiting. His talons sheathedas he languidly pumps his thick fingers in and out. Aerin breathes, settling into the new motion, focusing on ignoring the way he is probing her G-spot with each thrust. Ignoring the way his fingers are warm, hot even, more than they should be. Ignoring how the feeling wants to make her eyes cross.
Aerin tries again. “W-what does he need?”
“It is very selfish of him to continuously deny us of this,” Reikan mumbles, talking to himself more than Aerin.
Aerin chances a glance back at him and she almost wishes she hadn’t. The sight knocks the breath out of her.
His wings are open, iridescent black, blocking almost the entire room from her view. The shirt he once wore lays in scorched ribbons on the bed around him. His cut, bare, torso is covered in a sheen of sweat that evaporates off him in swirls. Parts of his abdomen are covered in his gorgeous iridescent scales. The room has gone from a hazy yellow to a fiery orange with the setting sun. He looks like a God behind her. A God who is giving her cunt rapt attention. He watches, enthralled, as his fingers slide in and out of her.
She feels her orgasm building. Looking at him look at her, feeling those hot fingers brushing against that spot over and over again. Aerin can’t stop the wave that crests over or the cry that erupts from her throat or how her pussy all but strangles his fingers.
Aerin is jelly after her orgasm, and it only worsens when he leans over her and lays a gentle kiss to the center of her back.
