Gargoyle cocks were lightly ridged, but nothing like that of a demon, dragon, or drake. But it was still visible.
Her featherlight touch skated down my chest. The heat of her palms seared through the still-damp fabric of my shirt. I tore the shirt off and hissed as her nails raked over my abdomen toward my cock.
I groaned as Meera’s hand finally closed around me, her grip firm. My hips jerked forward involuntarily as she stroked me once, twice, her thumb swiping over the head, spreading the bead of precome that had already gathered there. I gritted my teeth, cursing the fact that I already felt like I wouldn’t last long.
“Meera,” I growled, my voice barely human. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted, spinning her around and bending her effortlessly over the back of the couch. The position left her ass in the air, her thighs spread just enough to tease me with the glistening heat between them. I pressed a hand to the small of her back, holding her in place as I lined myself up, my cock nudging against her entrance.
I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back as I growled in her ear, “Tell me you want this, Trouble.”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice tinged with desperation. “Please, Graham.”
My tail coiled around her thigh, holding her open for me as I notched myself against her, the head of my cock pressingjust inside. She whimpered, her fingers clawing at the couch cushions, her body trembling with anticipation.
Chapter 16
Meera
Thefirstthrustwaslike being split open. It was raw, relentless, and so… so perfect. Graham’s cock filled me so completely I forgot how to breathe. He stretched me open, inch by inch, his grip on my hips bruising as he buried himself to the hilt.
I gasped for air when he paused for just a second with his cock speared in me. But the second ended quickly, and he started to move.
“Fuck. Graham!”
The scream tore from my throat as he pulled back only to slam into me again, the force of it rocking me forward against the couch. His tail coiled tighter around my thigh, holding me in place, and I could feel every ridge of him, every pulse of his body as he fucked me with a desperation that matched my own.
His hips slammed against mine with a force that sent jolts of pleasure-pain ricocheting through my body. His tail lashed against my thigh, the tapered tip pressing against my clit with every deep, punishing stroke, and I could feel myself unraveling already.
His free hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat. His teeth grazed my pulse point, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make me whimper, my body clenching around him. The sound he made was feral, his hips stuttering for a second before he regained control, his rhythm turning brutal.
“You take me so well,” he growled against my ear, his voice rough. “Look at you, Meera. So fucking perfect, stretched around my cock.”
The couch creaked beneath us, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room, and I could feel my orgasm coiling tight in my belly. His tail slid higher, the tapered tip pressing against my clit with every thrust, and I whimpered, my nails scraping against the leather.
“Graham, I’m—
He growled, his hips pistoning hard against mine.
My back arched, my body clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Graham groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he stilled, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own release.
For a moment there was only the sound of our ragged breathing, the scent of sex and rain lingering in the air. Then Graham’s arms were around me, lifting me effortlessly as he carried me toward the bathroom.
His bathroom was an indulgent mix of dark-veined marble and gleaming gold fixtures. The enclosed glass shower was large enough to fit at least four of me, with rainfall showerheads embedded in the ceiling and a bench along one wall. A freestanding tub sat beneath a skylight, showing the clouds hanging low over the rain-streaked glass.
He turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, then ushered me under the spray. His hands were on me again, turning me to face the wall, his body pressing against mine from behind. The hot water cascaded over us, washing away every worry I’d ever had. His fingers traced the curve of my spine, his lips brushing against my shoulder as he reached for the soap.
I hummed, content in his arms.
I leaned back against him, my head falling against his chest as his hands moved over me, slick and sure. He washed every inch of me: my arms, my breasts, the sensitive skin between my thighs. His touch was soft and tender, yet possessive, especially the way his tail curled around my waist to hold me steady.
When he was done, he cupped my face, tilting my head back so he could kiss me. The water poured over us, the heat of his body seeping into mine, and I realized that I didn’t want this to end.
Thecavemouthyawnedbefore me, a jagged aperture of black stone. The walls were slick with moisture, and veins of light glowed faintly blue beneath the surface of the stone. The air smelled of sulfur and old blood, thick enough to taste. My stomach twisted, but my feet moved forward anyway, drawn by something I couldn’t name.
The dragon waited for me at the center of the cave.
He was massive, his scales bronzed and beautiful, his wings folded tight against his body. His golden reptilian eyes locked onto mine, and I froze. He was huge, taking up most of the cave. He stood on all fours like a beast, but intelligence shone in his eyes. I couldn’t pick out any details because I couldn’t look directly at him for any length of time without averting my gaze.
