He propelled his hips forcefully and thrust up into me, joining the engagement. My pussy gloved his massive cock so perfectly. He looked down at our joined flesh, at how his goddess fucked him, starlight and lightning twirling in his storm-blue eyes. He was so turned on that he looked almost beastly, lust distorting his lips.
“Like it, don’t you?” I purred. “Like your little mate fucking you without a care in the world.”
Tell mate yes! And thank her. Be grateful she even agrees to have you.Tyson’s voice thrummed through their bond, and the dragon’s gold-flecked adoration shone clear in Killian’s eyes.
I no longer had Sy’s voice in my head to offer any comment or criticism, but Killian would always have Tyson to keep him in check. The dragon was my mate, too. If I survived this and bore his young, we would have a half-dragon child.
It seemed the dragon had caught the thread of my thought, because Killian’s gaze suddenly burned with a different, primal heat. I drew that simmering energy into myself, and my skin began to glow with a radiant light.
We fucked with abandon, the sound of flesh vehemently slapping fleshing charging the dragon realm, and the scent of our sex filled my nostrils. Killian drove into my molten core, so deep it seemed he could reach my soul.
There was nothing more consuming than this, no pleasure more intense. I moved with him in a primal rhythm, rocking and heaving, riding him as if the world were ending tonight and we were its final fire.
Our breaths sawed in tandem, our bodies moving as if bound by spells. I’d break any lesser male, but Killian was a demigod dragon. He could take anything I threw at him.
“This need between us will only get more intense,” he said. “Are you up to the challenge, little scorpion?”
A wicked purr rumbled in my throat. “Ask yourself that, snowflake.”
His cock grew even harder and a little hooked, as if he was knotting in me. The pleasure was undoing me, a coil of heat tightening in my core, the pressure building. Another series of brutal thrusts, then I let go and erupted around his cock.
And I didn’t just explode. My inner walls vibrated violently, so much so he rolled his eyes back.
“Shit, little mate,” he hissed. “One day, you’ll be my death.”
“But not today,” I purred, milking him harder. “Now come for your mate!”
The command came a little too late. He was already shooting jets into me, so bountiful that I had to blink.
“No one else could ever made me come so hard!” he roared as he emptied in me.
“Well, there you go,” I declared, and my second orgasm joined his as he kept thrusting into me.
Afterwards, we stayed connected, relishing the sweet, magical moments in the fading climax. Then he started to move again, and this time he was making love to me.
“I love you, little scorpion,” he said, his gaze holding mine, stark and true.
“How much?” I asked, my voice a whisper, my heart so full it felt like honey on my tongue.
He chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “More than anything. More than life itself.”
“Perhaps you’ll write a poem for me?” I tried.
“A poem?”
“Silas wrote me one once,” I said. “But I recognized the original author. He thought he could get away with stealing Shakespeare since his works are public domain. He underestimated me. I might not look it, but I’m well-read.”
“Of course you are,” he said, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Everyone knows about your extensive collection of smut.”
“Shit. Who spread the word?”
After you’re done, I’m taking my mate on a true joy ride,Tyson’s voice chimed in through our bond, a rumble of fire and impatience.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Barbie
