He runs his hands up my thighs, dragging his sharp talons along my skin just enough to sting. My cock thickens between his lips, and any sliver of control that Iwashanging on to suddenly snaps. I grab his head in both hands and fuck his throat with wild abandon, snapping my hips forward with rough, demanding thrusts.
Montrose’s eyes roll back, and he cants his own hips. His stiff cock slaps against his belly, streaking his skin with even more precum, but he doesn’t reach for it. He moves his hands around to my ass, digging his claws into my cheeks hard enough that I can feel a trickle of warm blood and the sharp burn of tiny cuts that will be healed before I even catch my breath. Tears tumble down his cheeks, but he holds my gaze with a hazy, horny look in his half-shifted eyes.
With no other ways I can think of to break him the way he broke me, I grit my teeth and reach for memories of other menI’ve fucked, knowing he’ll feel them. My thoughts are a blur of flesh, moans, mindless lust, and orgasms fucked, sucked, and greedily coaxed from thousands of different faceless men over as many years. I bare my teeth at Montrose in cocky satisfaction, but his body trembles and his eyes roll back.
He makes even hungrier sounds around my cock, sucking me harder and faster, like this was his idea rather than a punishment I was trying to inflict on him for bruising my ego and just fucking leaving the way he did.
His long demon tongue snakes all the way around my shaft, reminding me of the way his tentacles stroked me the last time we were together. Tugging, jerking, fluttering with the tiniest pulse at every stroke. My knees buckle and my fingers tighten in his hair. I throw my head back and let out an inhuman roar, loud enough to rattle the windows and the chandelier overhead.
My cum floods his throat as waves of pleasure crash over me. Montrose convulses and moans sloppily, gulping down every last drop I feed him until I use my grip to yank him off my spent, softening cock.
His chin glistens with saliva and a few stray droplets of my cum. In spite of the way he moaned and writhed, his cock is still hard and shiny at the tip, unsatisfied.
I grunt with petty delight.
“Put your clothes back on.”
Montrose blinks slowly, his chest heaving with ragged breaths and his skin flushed. His eyes flash with irritation.
“You plan to leave me in this state as punishment for bruising your fragile ego, dragon?” His voice is gravelly and raw from my cock. My skin ripples with gratification thatImade him sound so utterly wrecked.
“Seems fair, all things considered.” I huff, grabbing his bodysuit off the couch and shoving it at him.
He stays on his knees for several long seconds, indecision dancing over his face before he snatches his outfit out of my hand and gets to his feet. I grunt again and turn to walk away from him. Everything inside of me is tense and aching with the urge to pull the demon into my arms and soothe him, make him cum, promise him things he doesn’t deserve after what he did.
I shake my head sharply. Maybe I should ask Dahlia if she has any spells or potions to combat these damned incubus pheromones.
MONTROSE
My cock is throbbing angrily,but I can’t say I blame Valentino. Satan knows the only thing bigger than a dragon’s hoard is his ego, and I bruised his. If swallowing his massive cock and a bit of forced edging is the worst he can come up with as punishment, I might just be tempted to piss him off a little more.
I grin wickedly, pulling my tight outfit back on. There’s nothing to be done about hiding my erection, and I have no reason to bother—not when I know Tino’s eyes will be drawn to it. I can feel a little tug at the binding between us. I narrow my eyes at the reminder of my imprisonment. If my jailor were anyone other than Valentino, killing him to free myself would be the first item on my agenda. I suppose that’s exactly why his family volunteered him for the job. Maybe these fire breathing beasts are smarter than I gave them credit for.
I drag my fingers through my hair to tame the tangled mess the grabby dragon created and turn on my heel to follow the pull of the invisible leash. I glance around the large entryway on my way through it. Like the other room, the decorating style is primarily Parisian. I notice some scorch marks on the marblefloor near the staircase, and I wonder again about Valentino’s reaction to my… unexpected departure the last time.
If the delicious memories he fed me while he fucked my mouth are anything to go by, this dragon is far from a romantic. He doesn’t fuck for love, he does it to satisfy his baser desires. He does it because helikesto indulge in the flesh. He wasn’t upset that I left. He’s pissed off that he feels played.
I sweep into the kitchen with a little sway to my hips and as much confidence as I can manage with the slight rasp still in my throat and the taste of his smoky cum still on my lips… and his hurt feelings on my conscience. I didn’t even know Ihada conscience.
I huff to myself. In-fucking-convenient if you ask me.
Valentino is leaning against the large center island, his t-shirt straining over his bulging biceps as he looks at his phone.
“I’m ordering some pizzas,” he says gruffly, his stomach rumbling immediately to punctuate his announcement.
“Yum. No mushrooms, please.” I hop up onto the stool in front of the island counter and cross my legs.
“Ten pizzas, all with extra mushrooms,” he mutters, pressing a few buttons then shoving his phone into the front pocket of his jeans.
“Wow, you’re being a real dick.” I sniff, and his eyebrows fly up.
“Really? You want to play that game?” Valentino says, and I straighten up in my seat with a grin spreading over my lips.
“I’ll play any game you want.”
He makes a sound in his throat and takes a small step farther away from me.
“How about we play the game where you start telling me the shit I need to know.”
