Rian pulled at my clothes, pushing my cloak off to fall in a puddle of fur at my feet. I dropped my velvet cloak to add to thepile, then he had my wing scarf off, my coat, and then my vest. I pulled and pushed at his clothes too, letting it all fall where it may. It was the first time I was annoyed at the fashion of Sken. But then Rian was leading me out of the fabric hills, taking me deeper into the workroom. I bumped against the table and things tinkled. That made me pause.
I pulled back and panted, “Not here.”
All Rian could do was grunt.
With bare chests, we hurried through the workroom and up the narrow stairs to my apartment. I didn't want our first time to be on the floor or my couch, so I kept pulling on his hand until we were in my bedroom, standing before my sturdy bed. I'd thought it was a good size, but it seemed small now. Everything did with Rian there.
Rian didn't notice. Barely glanced at the room and that was only to determine where the bed was. Then he had me on it, sitting on the edge so he could yank off my boots. His broad palms coasted up my thighs, kneading me as he went. I laid back onto my forearms and lifted my hips so he could remove my pants, but I watched his face as he stripped me. As I expected, his eyes widened at the sight of my long shaft.
“You've been hiding a lot,” Rian said, his voice lost to the low rumbles of lust. Then he bent his head and nuzzled me from base to tip.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned and dropped back fully to take his face in my hands.
Holding my stare, Rian pressed a kiss to my cock and pushed my thighs apart. He ran his tongue up my length, thengroaned, closing his eyes to savor the taste. As if he couldn't resist, he opened his mouth and sucked me in.
“Rian!” I cried as a hot, wet suction enveloped me, sending tingles across my abdomen and clenching my hole. “Oh, fuck. Rian.”
Making savage sounds, the Dragon King sucked and bobbed, slowly taking me in and out of his mouth. My hips moved instinctively, undulating up, pushing me into him. Moisture began to collect at the base of my shaft, and he gathered it to draw it lower. Knowing where he was headed, I spread my legs wider and lifted my hips.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I want more.”
Rian growled in response and prodded my entrance. I was tight with anticipation, but he spread the moisture around my ring and worked his way in. Once he was past that resistance, he made a satisfied sound and pushed deeper. I writhed on him, back and forth between his mouth and finger.
“Wait,” I gasped. “Wait.”
Rian went still. His body trembled between my thighs, but he withdrew from my cock and ass, straightening to his knees to stare down at me. His chest rose and fell with the violence of his need and still, he didn't move.
I sat up and pushed him back, then stood. Looking up at me, Rian licked his lips. My cock bobbed at the same level as his mouth, but I held a hand down to him instead of slipping past those tempting lips. With a raised brow, Rian took it and stood. That's when I went to my knees and undid his trousers. The grin that spread over Rian's face was feral, and the grip of his hand inmy hair was close to brutal. But it felt good. I moaned and closed my eyes, enjoying his strength as I helped him finish undressing.
When Rian was as naked as I was, I ran my hands adoringly over his legs, learning the feel of his corded thighs before going down to his calves. Then back up again. He spread his legs like a sailor, and I took the opportunity to move my touch up his inner thighs. Up to what I'd been dying to see.
One of my hands cupped his heavy sacs, squeezing gently, while the other grasped his thick cock. I was longer than him, but he was thicker than me, with a girth that would stretch me just as I wanted. I knew it from one look. One touch. And the knowledge left me groaning. I imparted that vibration to his glorious, velvety dick, pushing my mouth down on him as I continued to revel in my lust.
“Fuck!” Rian roared, his hips shooting forward.
That thick shaft filled my mouth, the tip knocking into the back of my throat as his taste and scent conquered my other senses. His hands went to my head, and all civility vanished. The Dragon King face-fucked me, holding me still as he took his pleasure with savage grunts. I gagged and gulped, saliva running down my chin as my body shuddered through the pleasure of his claiming. To be so desired that I made him lose control made me dizzy with ecstasy. I wanted him to let his dragon loose and take whatever he needed from me.
The thought gave me pause, but then I saw it for what it was—desire. I didn't want to be abused, but I did want to be claimed. And I knew if I told him it was too much, that he was hurting me, Rian would stop. He had already proven that. And that, for me, was freedom.
“Galin,” Rian growled and yanked out. “Fuck.” He bent and scooped me up. “You take away my reason.”
“Good,” I said. “Let's go mad together.”
With a wild grin, Rian laid me down on my bed. “You are glorious, my jewel.”
“And you are exactly what I've been looking for.” I stroked his cheek. “Take me. Take me in any way you wish.”
Rian shifted my legs further apart, resting them on his hips, and set himself at my entrance. His cock was sopping wet and slipped against my hole. He pushed gently. Adjusted his angle. I tried to relax. He growled and pushed harder.
The old me would have let him shove and shove until he tore me. But the new me reached for the bedside table and said, “Easy now, lover. I can help with that.” I handed him a bottle of oil.
Panting, Rian uncorked it and poured some oil into his hand. I reclaimed the bottle, stoppering it as he slicked himself. Once my hands were free, I lifted my legs by the knees and showed him where I wanted him. Rian went still. Then, with a rumbling purr, he rubbed the remainder of the oil over my hole.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “Even here.” His finger slipped into me and pumped. “And tight.” He groaned and pumped deeper. “So fucking tight. I need to loosen you a little more, but every second I'm not inside you is killing me.”
“I'll be fine now that you're oiled,” I said. “Come inside me, Rian.”
“Thank the Gods,” Rian groaned and took his shaft in hand.
