Xaze makes a choked sound, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his face into the back of my neck. His hips twitchand his cock jerks inside of me, one of the ridges pressing directly over my prostate.
“Fuck me,” I rasp. “Please, Xaze, you have to fuck me.”
All I can do is tremble and beg, but luckily, my demon is kind enough to put me out of my misery. He kisses the back of my neck one more time, then sits back on his knees, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again, filling me to the hilt and jolting me forward. My arms collapse beneath me, but his grasp on my hips keeps them right where he wants them as he sets a punishing rhythm.
MONTROSE
I can’t imaginea prettier sight than my mate face down, ass up, while I pound his tight, virgin hole into oblivion. His incoherent babbling and throaty moans are almost as satisfying as the endless feast of lust and memories andaffectionhe feeds me.
I never realized how holding on to my glamour during sex kept me from fully letting go before. I stretch my wings behind me, throwing my head back with a feral roar as I fuck my dragon harder and deeper. I can’t keep my hands off his smooth, hot scales, petting him as I hammer his prostate over and over. The rim of his hole tugs and massages the ridges of my cock with every thrust, tightening my balls little by little.
His body trembles and his inner muscles constrict around me just a little more. He’s getting close. The flavor of his lust on my tongue gets deeper and richer the nearer he gets to the edge. I snake my tail around him and wrap it around his thick, throbbing cock. I coil it from the base to the tip, squeezing his shaft in time with the fluttering pulses of his rising orgasm.
“Fuck, Xaze,fuck,” he shouts, and then a ripping sound fills the air as he shreds the pillow beneath him with his teeth. Hisinsides clamp tightly around me and he lets out a roar that shakes the windowpanes and rattles the door, flames bursting past his lips to singe the bedding as his orgasm washes over him. Thick, sticky ropes of cum ooze between the coils of my tail, and his pleasure pushes me into oblivion right along with him.
My orgasm hits me like a train, and I fill him with the flood of my release, pumping it inside of him as I thrust and stroke both of us through waves of euphoria that feel like they might never end. If this is the way we both go, it’s definitely a good ending.
“Valentino,” I croak his name hoarsely.
“Greka,” he murmurs, sounding just as wrecked as I am. “My real name is Greka.”
I whimper and collapse on top of him, my softening cock slipping from his hole and my tail falling loose from around him. I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle the back of his neck, breathing in the smell of sweat and bone-deep satisfaction that is pouring off of him.
“Greka,” I say with a content sigh.
I’m not sure how long I cling to him, both of us catching our breath, cum cooling between us. His dragon slowly recedes, leaving his skin smooth again, and I pull my glamour back into place, mainly because my wings make it uncomfortable to snuggle properly. We end up wrapped around each other, our legs tangled and his head resting on my shoulder. I stroke his hair gently and his fingertips dance leisurely over my bare skin.
“I think Lake was right, Xaze,” he says softly. “You’re meant to be mine.”
A feeling of rightness pulses inside me so deeply that there’s no questioning it, even if I wanted to. “He was right,” I agree, pressing a kiss to Tino’s forehead. “You’re mine, dragon, and I’m yours.” His whole body rumbles with a purr, and I chuckle. “Clearly your dragon agrees.”
He nods. “What about your demon?”
“It’s not as separate as your beast, but yes, every part of me can feel it now.”
He nods again and closes his eyes, his whole body relaxing against mine. “When we finish sorting out Mac’s mess, we’ll mate properly.”
I grin. “I can’t wait to find out how dragons mate, deliciae.”
He makes a murmured sound of agreement and then drifts off to sleep. I lie awake in the dim light of the hotel room, petting his hair and savoring the lingering flavors of our shared pleasure that are hanging heavy in the air. My eyelids are just starting to get heavy when a sound in the adjoining room jolts me back to consciousness.
I don’t have to strain to hear Mac’s shuffling footsteps, pacing around for several minutes. The creak of his door spikes my heart rate, and then his footsteps start to fade down the hallway.
“Motherfucker,” I mutter, reluctantly slipping out of Tino’s grasp and hurrying to dress.
I don’t know where the baby dragon is headed, but clearly he can’t be let out without a chaperone. I pause for just a second, wondering if I should wake my mate, but decide against it. Mac is probably just going out for a walk. I’ll follow him, make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble, and we’ll be back before Tino stirs.
I have no doubt I can handle babysitting the klepto dragon. Easy peasy.
Chapter Twenty-one
MONTROSE
Did Mac manage to lose me?
I creep through the silent streets of the village, listening for Mac but coming up empty. Do dragons have a stealth mode? That internal question draws my eyes to the sky. I use my demon vision to scan the darkness for an oversized flying lizard, but still nothing.
The hoard room.
