“You'd best take my pants off then.” I grinned.
With the next drumbeat, Raven shoved my pants down. But he'd forgotten about my boots. Growling, he pushed the bunched leather out of the way to undo the laces on my boots.
I laughed delightedly even as my shaft bobbed and ached for attention.
Grinning at me, Raven yanked off my boots and then my pants. He tossed everything aside with far less respect than he used with my tunic. But when he spun back to me, a savage look on his face, he came to a shocked halt.
I was completely naked, covered only in gold paint, and I had my wings and arms spread in display to honor my mate on this sacred day.
“Dear Gods.” Raventar stared up at me with a slack jaw and wide eyes.
Starting at my feet, he stroked his hands upward, feeling every dip and bulge of my body. Every hard curve and sensitive spot with silken skin. Raven massaged my thighs, moving everupward. But he stopped at my hips, gripping my flanks, and bent forward. Eyes closing in bliss, he nuzzled my sex, drawing his face up the length before kissing the base and going back down.
I cried out when he took me into his mouth. “Raven!”
To the beat of the drums, my mate moved over me. It wasn't magic, but it felt like a spell, pumped into me by his strong lips and even stronger will. Raven's hands pulled me to him, sending me over his hot tongue. My head flung back as the tip of me hit the back of his throat and then surged down further.
“Raven,” I moaned. “Oh, dear Gods.”
The rhythm became maddening. I needed him to go faster, and I pulled on his hair to urge him so. But the King only laughed around my shaft, and then sucked free of it. He stood and then stood back.
“Your turn, Mate.” Raven's arms went out to the sides.
Hands shaking, I undressed the King. I tried to keep my motions in time with the drumming, but I wasn't always successful. Despite that, I fell back into that strange trance, my hands sliding over the skin I bared. Those bulging pectorals. The breadth of his shoulders. The hard dips of his abdomen. So beautiful. So amazing. So fucking massive. How could all of this be mine?
Gold designs of eagles and spirals smeared under my questing fingers as I brought them down Raven's gilded chest and to the ties of his pants. I knelt as he had before me and then remembered his boots. With a smug sound, I left off the ties of his pants and went to the laces on his boots. Raven laughed as I undid them and pulled the boots off. Only then did I return to his waist and guide his leather pants down his legs. Like awarrior, the King stepped free of the leather and into a wide-legged stance before me.
I didn't bother with rubbing his strong legs, sprinkled with dark hair. Instead, I went straight for his cock, my mouth watering even as I bent forward. Accepting my worship as his due, the Dragon King stood proudly, his hands on his hips as I sucked his shaft into my mouth. My hand slid down his length to grip his base while I moved over him, moaning. I took my time, again working with the drums to drive him as mad as he'd driven me. Sure enough, after a few minutes of my rhythmic sucking, the King growled and gripped the back of my head.
I jerked free before he could start thrusting, and, laughing, leapt onto the bed. My wings fluttered around me as I landed. At first, Raven narrowed his eyes and growled at me, but then I got onto my hands and knees, facing away from him, and lifted my wings to curl the ends enticingly around my ass.
“My foundling,” Raven whispered as he came to me.
When his warm hands found my hips, I groaned and bent forward to raise my ass higher. The Dragon King spread my lower cheeks and rubbed a thick fingertip over my entrance. But then he hesitated. I looked back, under a wing, and saw him reaching for a bottle beside the bed. Smiling, I repositioned myself and waited. My thoughtful mate always tried to prepare me first. Seconds later, the slick feel of oil came, slipping over my hole and dripping down my sensitive skin to collect on my sacs. I shivered as the King's finger followed it to sweep up the oil and bring it back where it was needed. A circling sensation came, and then his finger breached me, pumping slowly in and out, in and out, until it gained depth.
I moaned and pushed back. “Raven.”
“Shhh.” He thrust deeper, loosening me. “Relax, my foundling. I want this to be perfect.” His free hand slid beneath me to massage my sacs teasingly before gripping my shaft. Then he mercilessly pumped and thrust simultaneously.
“Raven, please,” I moaned. “I don't want to come yet.”
Chuckling, he released my cock and focused on opening my ring of muscles. Sighing, I pushed back on him and undulated, stretching myself. But then I flinched, jerking with ecstasy as Raven bit my left ass cheek.
“I think you're ready for me.” He removed his hand.
The press of something silken, wide, and hard came at my entrance. I circled myself on the tip of his cock, but Raven wouldn't enter me. Just as I wondered if he'd ever make us one, a drumbeat came, and the King pushed into me with it. I cried out, back arching and wings extending as that slick, hard flesh filled me, curving to fit my channel perfectly. His big hands kneaded my ass and then slid up my back to grip the base of my wings. When he pulled, my eyes rolled back, and I screamed in pleasure.
Still, the Dragon King kept pace with the drums, thrusting in and out until I felt blinded with rapture. My wings swept back to curve around him, and I pushed back on him, needing to go faster. But he wouldn't let me upset the rhythm.
At last, I jerked away from Raven, spun around, and shoved him onto his back. Eyes wide and locked on me, my mate lay passive as I mounted him. But as soon as I slid down his cock, his hands went to my waist, and his lips parted on a moan.
“Kiss me, Mate,” he urged.
I bent over and kissed Raven, hands spread on his solid chest. As our tongues played, I teased his nipples with my fingers and squeezed my channel around him. Raven's arms latched around me to pin me to him as he deepened our kiss. I sank into our connection, feeling that piece of his soul shiver inside mine. With my eyes closed, I saw more. I saw everything. We hovered among the stars, our souls merged more intimately than our bodies, and our love sanctified in the realm of the Gods.
And then the drumming sped up.
I gasped out of our kiss, surging back to my physical body with the opening of my eyes, and pushed upright to stare at Raven. He grinned and grabbed my waist.
