“Better be,” I grumbled.
Taroc chuckled against my belly, then made me gasp with a long lick up my cock. A nibble on the tender skin just above, and then he nuzzled me there. Kisses came next, sprinkled across my hip bone and down my thigh. My cock bobbed for his attention, but Taroc ignored it. He did, however, shove my thighs further apart, and my hole clenched in anticipation.
“Taroc,” I whispered.
“Very well.” He sighed and got to his knees. “Are you still ready for me, Ember?”
“Fuck, yes!” I grabbed my knees and yanked my legs back so far that my ass left the bed.
Instead of laughing at me, Taroc's stare went straight to my entrance, and then his hand followed, thick fingers sliding over me to test the slickness of the remaining oil before delving in. He grunted in approval, then grabbed the base of his long cock. I watched eagerly as he guided it to me, then closed my eyes as the tip pushed in.
“Oh, fuck!” My eyes popped open when that tip popped through my ring of muscles, sending a zing up my spine.
“No. That's not what you say when you need my cock,” Taroc said, holding himself in place.
I wriggled on him, but couldn't work him deeper without his help. “Are we playing again?”
“Just a little.” He winked.
I grinned back. “All right, Daddy. Please, fuck my tight little hole.”
“Gently?” Taroc teased me and slid in slowly, then pulled out.
I played along. “Please, fuck me hard, Daddy. Fuck me hard with that big Tytra dick.”
“Since you asked nicely.” He grinned and then slammed forward.
Taroc bent forward, taking the weight of my legs, and I grabbed his thick neck and held on. A tinkling sound came as he slammed into me. I looked up to see the branches shaking and the crystal leaves clinking together.
I knew then that we'd be very happy there. My dragon daddy and me in our fake tree bed down the hall from a room full of naughty furniture and toys.
Chapter Fifteen
“Ember,” someone whispered.
“Huh?” I opened my eyes and turned toward Taroc.
He was fast asleep.
We were spending the night in Basarr, too tired to deal with going back after all the wild sex we had. And I'd already been tired before that.
I frowned and peered around the room. It wasn't too dark, what with the moonlight coming in through the windows. Easy enough to see that we were the only ones there.
“Must have been a dream,” I muttered.
“Ember,” the voice came again—masculine and strong, but with a tenderness to it.
A shiver ran down my spine. “Ara?”
“No. I'm not your lover.”
I glanced at Taroc, wondering if I should wake him. The last disembodied voice I spoke to turned out to be the greatest villain on Varr.
“Be at ease, Spark of the Goddess. I mean you no harm.”
“Who are you?”
“I am the cooling touch against your cheek, the fuel of your fire, that which lifts you from the ground.”
