Page 52 of Tears of Gold

I feel a flicker of her awareness at how her boobs swing against Erritt in this position as I press my weeping cock into her again. I lean over her back and gather as much of them as I can with one hand and pound into her, seeking to drive out any self-doubt about her own desirability. This woman is a siren singing to me, and I gladly give her everything she can take.

Never again can I let her forget us.

Never can I be without her.

She droops on all fours, near exhaustion and gasping for breath, thighs bathed in slippery release and the sheets soaked. I wrap my fingers through her hair, pulling her head back. Erritt holds her hand, and I wrap one arm around her trembling waist. She belongs to us, to cherish, to pleasure. She’s mine.

“You are ours, Ava girl,” I rasp into her ear. “And we love you.”

I increase my tempo, fighting with all my might to wring one last orgasm from her, pursuing her in a way that’s gentler than with my own species but still relentless and utterly satisfying. Her burn rises sluggishly, but it’s there. She swollen so much that it’s deliciously hard to move inside her and soft, ragged gasps fall from her lips with every thrust. Erritt carefully rises onto his knees in front of her and I loosen my grip on her hair as she wraps her arms around his neck, receiving his deep kisses.

The sight of their mouths meeting in unison drives me over the edge, and I buck wildly.

Trapped between our two bodies, Ava takes flight. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, and her whole body spasms into a rigid arch. Tears leak from the corner of her eyes. Her joy and unchartered ecstasy wash through my awareness from our contact.

Erritt grips my arm so tight it will leave marks as we both come again and deep moans escape my throat. I feel my own sheen of tears as every last drop of my manhood pours out in wild waves of bliss. The beast within purrs in satisfaction.

Panting from the intensity, I slowly draw out of Ava and take her weight off Erritt’s shoulders. She flops against me, limp and shivering—and smiling. My heart pounds as I lie her down in the middle of the bed, settling a pillow under her head.

“Do you feel better now?” she whispers.

I pulse with a silent laugh as I stroke the damp strands of hair from her face and kiss her cheek. “You have no idea, beloved.” There are no words sufficient to describe a satisfied dragon.

Just like that, she passes out, that satisfied smile still curling her pink lips. Erritt stares wide-eyed at the angel sleeping on his pillow, and I feel the same sense of wonder. I lean over Ava’s hip and cup his jaw.

His bottomless blue eyes snap to focus on me. “You’re r-really something else,” he murmurs.

I tilt his face down and kiss him tenderly. Gently, I help him lie back down before spooning in behind Ava. I link hands with Erritt across her naked body, drinking in his familiar essence, albeit battered. Right here is my family, my treasure. I never want to be separated again. We might be missing a member, but I’ll deal with the problem of Harper tomorrow. For now, I’ll embrace what’s mine.

After a minute, I squeeze my eyes and, dreading the answer, ask, “Should I leave now before Vanrey returns?”

“No. We should . . . still be discrete, but I b-believe he and I . . . have come to an understanding.”

That poses as many problems as solutions, but for now, I’ll take a small win in our relationship. I squeeze his hand.

Erritt traces the ridges of my knuckles. “Skye?”

“Hmm?” I murmur.

“While I was at the palace . . . I did some . . . reading.”

“Oh?”

“It’s been bothering . . . me that some being . . . out there . . . is coming a-after Ava.”

“Yeah, and why her specifically, not just any human? Did you find anything?”

Nervous tension hums through him. “We both know there’s something . . . unique in . . . her essence. Not even . . . Harper’s human self is like h-hers . . . She’s a human, with . . . capacity for qi, even though . . . she has none of her own.”

I don’t like the cold sensation that ghosts up my spine. “And what does that mean?”

“She’s a v-vessel.”

“For what?”

“I’ve searched and . . . searched, but only found a couple of . . . possibilities.”

“Like?”