Iced tears of awe stream down my face as I come into contact with Skye’s true dragon-self. I can’t say it’s not Skye, but it’s also different. Maybe like being a future, mature version of him. The shadow uncoils a long sinuous body, packed with enormous qi reserves. The lurking presence of raw power resembles my father’s.
Despite fitting deep inside him, this being towers over Skye by at least four times his size and strength. I feel an ancient wisdom and viciousness that is unfamiliar, as well as a fierce love of life and protectiveness that is Skye through and through.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe.
The creature pulses, filling all of Skye, who cries out.
Tight bands that might be claws close around me. I don’t fight it. This creature could tear me apart if it wanted to, especially given my weakened state. Instead, something hot and heavy touches my qi self—a dragon-essence kiss.
A feeling of belonging, or maybe ownership, washes over me before I’m released. The coils of dragon essence blur into a dark pool, and the glint of eyes disappears.
I return to my full senses to find Skye on all fours over me, gasping and shaking. This must be as new for him as it is for me. I draw him tightly against my chest, ice crackling in my lashes as my tears solidify.
My dragon lover rumbles deep in his chest as we lie there until his shaking stops. As his shock fades, I feel it replaced by a burning attraction to me, the depths of his love fully unshielded. My breath catches at the intensity of the emotion.
Skye breaks free of my tight embrace and kisses me. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, catching me off guard, and my breath hitches. He pushes his knee between my legs and holds the pressure as his hand slides under my back. I feel like I’m about to be taken advantage of, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
Skye slows as if sensing my thoughts, trying to rein in his passion. I take his shirt between my hands and disintegrate it with my qi. He growls at my use of power, but I dig my fingernails hard into his back, and the distraction works perfectly. He kisses his way down my body and tugs off my pants. My hardened cock pops free, and he circles the base with his fingers.
“Okay?” Skye whispers.
“Yeah.” My voice sounds full of gravel since I’m having difficulty breathing. I rub my leg into his crotch, and he groans. His boiling mouth slides down my dick, and I shiver, curling my hands through his hair, the only part of him I can reach well. Somehow, he fits all of me in his mouth. His throat cradles my tip while his tongue caresses the underside of my shaft and I tense at the sudden pleasure. Sweat pours off me, and my groans build. Sharp energy currents tingle up and down my nerves, growing bigger with each pass of his lips.
Skye massages my balls and then tickles lower. I can’t help squirming a little, which makes him pause. “Still okay?”
“Fuck, stop asking! You’ll know if it’s not!”
“As you command,” he says with a draconian chuckle.
I didn’t mean it quite the way he took it, but I pulse with a silent laugh too. Still, I’m curious and not quite clear-headed enough to understand his intentions. “Do you want to . . . be inside me?” I whisper. I don’t know how this works between people who want this kind of intimacy.
He slides back up my body and kisses my neck. “I won’t because I’d only hurt you. I’m just going to play a little.”
I take the opportunity to slide my hand in his pants and grasp him tightly. “Is that because you’re too big, giant dragon?” And he is; he’s fucking huge. My fingertips barely brush together wrapped around his huge cock.
He nods against my neck, then nibbles on my shoulder, sending flushes of sensitivity running across my chest. I slide my hand up and down his dick, and he bites down harder on my clavicle, making me murmur against his hair at how good it feels.
“Don’t puncture me like you did Harper,” I mutter. Skye trembles with a laugh, his tongue working across a faint scar on my shoulder. My mind fills with the image of Harper a few minutes ago, shirtless with the sunlight sheening his bronze skin. I wonder how he’s built downstairs.
Skye moves to hang over me, gazing down. “You’re thinking of Harper in a moment like this?”
Heat builds across my cheeks. He sees my flush and grins, dropping a kiss low on my chest. “Do you think we need to do something about him?”
I look away, but he guides my face back to meet his eyes and raises his brows.
Fuck, when he looks at me with that fathomless animal gaze, it feels like all the dragon deities are looking right at me. “Yes,” I mumble.
“Good.” He smiles, revealing his dimples. “I agree. Let’s all go to my place for the semester break and sort something out. I don’t want us tying ourselves in knots avoiding this matter any longer.”
“We’ll need to talk to Ava f-first.”
“Of course.” He leans in to kiss me, banishing everything else from my mind. Cool water bathes between my legs and inside me. I tense, and Skye seals his lips and sucks the breath out of my lungs, distracting me.
When I’m limp and quivery, he slides back down my body and takes my erection into his mouth, sucking hard. I arch into him, the hunger in his essence raining down to feed my thirst for touch.
Using his shoulder, he bumps my leg up and massages my ass. Gently, he kneads me open, his mouth working gently on my cock as he does. It’s a strange sensation, and for a moment, I fight against it, pressing back against dark memories. But this is my Skye, who loves me and endures all the shit in the world to stay at my side. This is a man I want to be close to. I dig my fingers into his hair, pulling him tight to me to tip the balance of my conflicting desires.
I whimper as Skye probes me, finding a pressure point I never knew existed which disintegrates my reservations. My body goes rigid, and I gasp as buttered lightning zaps through my nerves, bright and sweet. Skye resumes his attention on my cock in earnest, sucking me deep into his throat with a sexy groan. Wave after wave of shivering ecstasy washes through me, leaving me pulsing and arching with need.