A low rumble rolled up Arach's throat.
I didn't try to explain why I hadn't mirrored him. I'd already given him a brief explanation, and Arach's rational mind knew that I wasn't to blame. He probably even thought that I'd done the right thing. But his dragon still had to be appeased. The beast didn't understand things like extenuating circumstances. All it knew was that its mate had done it wrong, and it wanted an apology—a sexual one. Words just wouldn't cut it with this dragon.
The human side of me instantly thought of oral sex or riding Arach until his eyes rolled back in his head, but the dragon in me knew what he needed. Dragons don't apologize to their mates by taking control of sex, they apologize by going against their nature and submitting.
So I spread my legs and curled my tail between them, pressing the point into the seam of my sex-shield to open it and bare the pink flesh beyond.
Arach sucked in a deep breath as he closed his eyes. His whole body shook, tail lashing behind him and claws digging into the pristine silk of the bedding. Oh well, in light of all the damage we'd done to the palace, the bedding was the least of it. With rocking hips, Arach rubbed his cock against the flesh I'd bared, slicking himself as he drew more desire from me. Then, with a rolling, animalistic maneuver, he bent his head, met my stare, and slammed his cock into me.
I held myself still as my husband went wild above me, thrusting so powerfully that the bed shook, creaked, and slammed into the wall. Silk shredded to either side of my head as Arach's deadly claws sank past the bedding, into the mattress, pinning me in place. I bent my knees and lifted my legs out to the sides as much as I could, opening myself to him.
Arach snarled and swung his head, his swooping horns slicing the air. He was grunting and growling, lost to his beast, but my yielding position helped, and he didn't set the bed aflame, as I feared he might. He did, however, bring the tapered tip of his tail to my mouth to press it through my lips. It slid over my tongue and pulled back. The width of my thumb and covered in slick scales, that tail tip slid in and out, mimicking the movement of Arach's hips. I obligingly sucked at it and that seemed to calm him further.
Watching me avidly, breath ragged and teeth bared, Arach nearly choked me with his tail, but I just kept still. Honestly, I was into it. He looked amazing—the Dragon King gone savage—and even my dragon didn't mind when he went alpha like this. Okay, she loved it. Not the submitting part but the display of strength, aggression, and lust. Plus, it felt as amazing as Arach looked. His cock pulsed inside me, hot and thick, its tip more spear-shaped in this form. Almost a fleshy barb, its rim clung to the walls of my sex in the best way possible, so that every movement of Arach's hips, be it forward or back, sent ecstasy rippling through me.
As Arach bent over me, his tongue flicked out, its tip tapering to a point, and he flicked that tapered end over my breast, right where my nipple lay beneath the scales. I shrieked around his tail. That hard length slipped out of my mouth as his cock slid out of my sex, and Arach roughly flipped me over. I scrambled onto my hands and knees, quickly getting into position. He grunted in approval, grabbed my ass, shoved it open, and slammed into my sex from behind. I had just gotten a firm hold of the bedding when the wet tip of his tail pressed against that other place.
I gave another cry of delight as it slid in, then I pressed back to take more of him. Arach snarled something I couldn't make out, grabbed my hips, and started a slower but deeper thrusting. His claws clicked on my scales, sending zings of pleasure through me, and he blew a stream of fire up my back that added another layer of erotic deliciousness. I wanted to lift my head and look back at him, but this was supposed to be an apology. So I lowered my face to the mattress, lifting my rear a little more.
“You will never do that again!” Arach snarled. “You endangered yourself and therefore me and therefore the entire Fire Kingdom.”
“I know, I'm sorry,” I mumbled into the bedding, even though I wasn't. This wasn't the time for reasonable explanations.
He grabbed one of my horns and pulled my head back, bringing me up onto my hands. “Look at me!”
I turned my head to look at him. Is it wrong that seeing him furious—his glossy hips pounding against mine, his muscles bulging beneath the scales, and his tail sliding into me in time with his cock—nearly sent me into orgasm? A happy plume of smoke drifted out of my mouth as I sighed. Even the way his wings beat the air was sexy.
Arach's gaze softened infinitesimally when he saw that. “Are you enjoying this? Do you like my cock and tail inside you at the same time?”
“Of course, I do.” I grinned at him. “And yeah, I'm enjoying this. You're smokin' hot, babe.”
A snorted laugh escaped Arach before he could control himself. “This is not about your pleasure. It's about atonement.”
“You're the one who wanted sex as an apology. It's not my fault that there's no way for me to not enjoy sex with you.”
His stern expression cracked again. “I want you to enjoy it, just not so damn much.”
“That's why I had my head down, but then you went and pulled on my horn.”
“By the flame,” Arach growled and shoved my head back down.
I silently laughed as Arach's hands went back to my hips, and he began to thrust again. Rapidly. The power and depth of his slamming shaft banished my humor, and pleasure came to the forefront again, tickling up from my sex and over my breasts. I bucked back against Arach, taking as much of him as I could, then bent my head and blew flames over our naughty bits. The rapture was so great that I nearly forgot to suck those flames back in before the bed could catch fire. As it was, the silk got charred and ash rose in a delicate cloud as Arach gave one final slam, his hips locking against me as he threw his head back and roared.
I cried out with Arach, but his release drowned mine, the echoes of it vibrating through the bed and doubtless the entire palace. Did I care that everyone would know what we'd been up to? Hell, no. If they said anything, I'd just smile. In fact, I probably wouldn't stop smiling for a while.
Arach shifted as he crumpled over me, crimson scales sliding back into pale skin and ebony horns retracting. I followed his lead and returned to my human body.
“Why?” Arach panted as he pulled me into his arms, nestling me against his chest. “Why did you break your promise?”
“I already told you why.”
“Say it again. I want to hear all of it.”
“Brevyn told me that he had to be here. He hinted that someone would die if he went back. Honestly, I thought it was you. I thought you were going to die in the battle. But it wasn't you. It would have been Vero and me who died.”
“What?” Arach clutched me tighter.
“Jerry used the magic from a fey apple to amplify his power and control one of the Archangels on our side—the Angel of Children. He sent Zachariel to abduct one of my kids. Brevyn saw that it would be Vero and that I would die trying to save him. But he knew that if he went, he could save all of us. So, he waited for Zachariel by the tracing room and went with him willingly.”
