“If I hadn’t given you a reminder you wouldn’t have,” I point out with a smile, lightly nipping at his throat.
His hand on my lower back urges me closer against him, gripping my shirt. “So why did you?”
Pressing a kiss over the pulse on his neck, I murmur against his skin, “Because while you stress worrying about everyone else, it’s my job to take care of you. And you looked like you needed a win today.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, tangling his fingers into my hair and angling my head to slam his lips down on mine. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“More like a consolation prize over here, don’t be so dramatic,” I chuckle, meeting his enthusiasm with my own, gripping one of his shoulders.
Biting his lower lip, a soft growl rumbles from his chest. Pressed this tightly against him, the vibrations course through me in a delicious way, leaving a needy ache in their wake.
“Stop putting yourself down all of the time,” he scolds between kissing me breathless, tongue rolling against mine.
“You’re the one throwing me on the ground,” I retort just as easily, consciously reminding myself not to grind against him or stick my hands down his shorts.
He rolls us so that I’m beneath him, pulling back enough to read my face to make sure I’m not reacting to the position. Satisfied with whatever he sees, he dips his head to capture my lips with renewed vigor.
One hand braced beside my head, the other trails down my side, following the curves of my body until ending at the waistband of my shorts. Hesitating, he slowly starts dragging them down and I lift my ass to make it easier. We have to adjust a bit so I can kick them off, Kahl lying on his side and taking his fingers into his mouth to wet them before teasing me. Slipping two inside, he pumps them slowly, curling and dragging them back out as his thumb brushes against my clit. A low groan slips out despite my best efforts and he promptly swallows the sound, fluttering his thumb faster and pressing into me. I shift my thighs, arching my back and fisting a hand in his hair while the other claws at the carpet.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against my lips, hooking his fingers once more and breathing in my intelligible pleas.
“Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop,” I beg, nails digging into his shoulder as I rock my hips against his hand.
Pulling from my death grip, he shifts to hover above me, using his knees to spread my legs further. A sudden stab of panic lances through me, but I breathe through it, stuffing down the memories and running a hand over Kahl’s chest to ground me in the moment, shoving my ghosts back into the shadows where they belong, but I no longer do.
My nails gently trace a path down his stomach and he breathlessly curses, tearing his mouth from mine to kiss a line across my jaw, teeth lightly scoring my throat. “I should take a cold shower.”
“Always so focused on what youshoulddo, but never what you want.” I know I’m playing a dangerous game here, but hell, if this is what happens when you lose to a Veles, I’d love to see what you get if you actually win.
“What if you-” He trails off, such sincere worry contorting his face, the thoughts physically paining him.
I palm his cheek, arching up to place a soft, lingering kiss on the thin line that makes up his lips. “How about you trust me enough to know my limits? If I start having an issue, I’ll let you know. “
He wavers, torn, before his face steels with determination. He pulls back and I close my eyes in defeat before he tugs me on top of him, rolling so that he’s on the bottom.
“My balls are in your court,” he benevolently offers and I snort out a laugh, bending to kiss him.
“You’re ridiculous.”
It helps alleviate the rising nerves though, and I lift my hips enough that he can slide his shorts off. Licking my hand, I reach between us to palm his cock, sliding my hand over the head and down his length. Gripping the base, I rock against the tip, teasing myself as much as him while searching for any sign that he changed his mind. When I see nothing but raw lust, I slowly impale myself, the simple satisfaction of watching his face enough to make me drag out the moment as long as possible.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, eyes fluttering shut as he grips my hips with bruising force.
Struggling to keep himself in check, he slams me down on the last few inches. Gasping, I clench around him, rocking as I adjust. Swiveling my hips, I brace myself on his stomach, his cursed murmurings spurring me on faster, reveling in watching him fall apart and surrender so completely.
Snapping my hips, I find a rhythm, riding him until he wraps an arm around my back and rolls us again, capturing one of my legs on his arm and slams into me. One hand gripping the floor beside me, my other digs into his arm, able to do nothing more than hold on for the ride as he drives deeper, harder, faster.
My shirt rides up, the carpet burning marks into my skin from the friction. He leans down above me, pinning my leg between us and driving even deeper as I tighten around him, struggling to stay quiet. As the first wave of pleasure starts to wash over me, my teeth sink into the crook of his shoulder to muffle my scream, nails digging into his skin that I’m sure draw blood.
“Shit,” he breathes, swiftly pulling out and stroking his cock, cum shooting over my stomach as his eyes close, riding out the feeling.
Just as quickly, he pushes away from me and I don’t bother masking the confused hurt. Though as the couch snaps in half as he steps down, shifting far more fluidly and completely than I could ever hope to pull off, it makes sense. I thump my head back on the floor in relief, briefly closing my eyes and soaking up the moment, guilt and burdens fading away as rapidly as they once piled up.
“What happened, are you guys okay?” Eli asks, shoving open the door and I scramble for my shorts. “For the love of!” he half-curses, slamming the door behind him hard enough to rattle the walls as he storms away.
I just finish tugging my shirt into place before Kinsley walks in, his concern giving way to awe and envy. “How?”
Focused on the bellybutton full of cum I’m trying to conceal despite the slimy feeling of it skating down my skin, I clear my throat. “Apparently my dragon liked the idea of virgin sacrifices and the two of them made up.”
