Chapter Thirty-Two
Five days flew by in bliss. I wandered the warm garden with my mate, made love to him in the sweet-smelling grass, scattered flower petals over his naked body, and just gloried in our paradise. We bathed together, ate together, slept together, talked together. My world dwindled down to that mountaintop and Cyn. And I loved every fucking second.
“Come back here!” Cyn growled as he chased me down the stairs.
I had teased him awake, sucking his cock until it filled my mouth with its girth and threatened to go down my throat. Then I'd dashed away. I laughed as I ran outside, my bare feet going from the stone steps to the soft grass, then darted through the garden. My mate gave chase, as naked as I was. There was little need for clothing in our private world. Sometimes we stayed naked all day. It sure made sex easier. I might be in the library, reading a book, and look up to find Cyn staring at me with stark desire. That's all it would take to get me hard. And he'd see it. He'd instantly know that I wanted him too. Without clothes, we could also get straight to it.
We started stashing oil bottles around the house and in the garden. I ran toward one of them.
Cyn caught me exactly when I wanted him to, just as I reached the orange tree. Oranges were my mate's favorite fruit, and whenever we had sex below the orange tree, we shared one afterward.
“You can't escape me, Mate,” Cyn growled as he snatched me off my feet.
I squealed as he tossed me up, then caught me so that I was facing him. After backing me up against the tree trunk, Cyn set me back on my feet. He was grinning wickedly, his cock knocking against my belly as if chiding me for teasing it. Once he had me where he wanted me, his broad hands slid over my skin, pausing in prime places like my nipples, which he flicked and pinched until I was panting. Meanwhile, I coasted my palms up his back, over those slabs of muscles, and down his sides. My hands were drawn to his middle as always, that weeping rod fitting my grip as if made for me. I think it was.
Our mouths melded, hot tongues lashing and twining. Groans vibrated between us as desire took control. Those powerful hands of Cyn's worked my shoulders, kneading them before moving down my sides to my ass. I arched my back and moved my ass away from the trunk to give him full access. Cyn's magical hands massaged me there, spreading my cheeks, and his fingers slipped inward, seeking his favorite spot.
Cyn pulled out of our kiss to ask, “Where is it?”
“Where is what?” I asked innocently.
“The bottle,” he growled, his voice going rumbly. “I know you put one out here.”
I grinned and glanced up.
Cyn snorted a laugh as he retrieved the oil bottle from the lowest branch, where it nestled in a crook. He uncorked it, poured some oil into his palm, then grinned. “Take hold of that branch.”
I lifted my brows but also my arms, grabbing the thick branch above my head. Cyn stepped back, his passionate stare sliding down my body as he rubbed oil onto his shaft. Licking his lips, he stepped forward and then kissed me again, grinding himself against me until I lowered a hand to stroke his chest.
“No.” He tossed the oil bottle to the ground, then set my hand back on the branch. “Keep your hands there or you're getting a spanking.”
“A spanking?” I chuckled. “I don't know if that's much of a deterrent.”
Cyn dropped to his knees, kissing his way down my chest as he went. Then his mouth found my shaft, and I gripped the branch tighter, the taut line of my body thrumming with ecstasy. I looked down at my mate, and he stared up at me, his green eyes brighter than the grass he knelt upon. One hand gripped my base, and the other slipped between my legs and up, to rub the remnants of oil over my entrance. A thick finger slipped into me, and I cried out.
But then his mouth was moving, sliding off my dick to nibble my upper thighs. Cyn kissed my belly, nuzzled me there, and slid his finger deeper. As he got to his feet, he moved his mouth up my chest, and his finger slid out of me, leaving me achingly empty. But my mate would never leave me unsatisfied. Holding my stare, he lifted my legs and hooked my feet over his shoulders.
“Cyn!” I cried as my body bent nearly in two and I white-knuckled the branch.
“I've got you, Ru.” His broad palms slid beneath my ass, supporting my weight, then spread my cheeks.
I relaxed my grip, thrills surging up my spine.
Slowly, Cyn's oiled cock prodded me. It popped past my outer ring, and we both sighed, our breath mingling along with our bodies. My mate worked me just as he knew I liked, grinding back and forth, in and out, easing himself deeper as my body opened to him. Nerve endings came alive, and I wriggled on him, needing more. With my back against the trunk, my hands gripping the branch, and Cyn's hands supporting me, I felt secure. But I felt treasured.
Because my mate couldn't look away from me. Cyn's gaze searched my eyes for the love I knew he'd find, then slid over my face, my chest, and then between us to where we were joined. A sheen of sweat slicked his skin and his breath came faster. I watched his stomach ripple with every thrust, those warrior muscles smoothly obeying his will. No one could deny the Dragon King's command.
“I need to touch you,” I panted.
“Then let go, love. I've got you.”
I let go of the branch instantly, trusting him completely, and Cyn held me up. His thrusts never faltered, even as his lips sought mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him with all the lust and love I felt. This was my true paradise. Cynric. His body joined to mine. His love pouring out of him, bringing me to life. Nothing was better than this.
I eased away from his lips to whisper in his ear, “I love having you inside me.”
A full-body shiver rocked through Cyn, and he growled, “I love being inside you. Squeeze me again, my Ru.”
I squeezed, and the Dragon King cried out.
