Page 35 of The Endless Dance

“Little Bird, do you not think I have the knowledge, even now, of how to take you to your highest peaks on my own?”

Lightning flashes in his eyes and, hussy as I am, I can’t help but wonder if that lightning could come from another part of this male. Specifically, the one that has been tasting and teasing me.

Grinning, Draekoh seemingly knows exactly where my thoughts have gone. “Lean back and hold on tight, Little Bird. This ride is about to reach its climax.”

I grip the chair quickly and settle my head back against the high-backed chair.

“Good girl,” Draekoh croons, and I preen like a damn peacock.

Draekoh leans back in, licking from my opening to my clit, then back again. Growling, he plants his mouth over my sensitive nub and sucks gently.

“Oh, Gods!” I gasp, chest rising and falling in rapid succession. I was so close. So, so close.

Draekoh releases my clit, casts me a secret glance and then—

Zap!

I scream as the tiniest electric shock hits my clit. My body convulses as pure ecstasy, unlike anything I have ever felt before, rockets through my entire being. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my body arches and trembles, shock waves and Draekoh’s ever-circling tongue sending me to grace again and again.

“Oh,” I gasp as I come back to. I don’t know how long I was ensnared in the orgasm, but my body is languid and exhausted, and my pussy is sopping from my cum and Draekoh’s saliva as he laps up every last drop. I shudder on the precipice of coming again when he pulls back.

“Little Bird, you have the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted.”

My cheeks burn, and I meet Draekoh’s glowing eyes. The fierce passion I see in them awakens my body and, before I can second-guess myself, I lift a leg and plant my toes against his solid chest. His heart pounds beneath my foot, and my resolve hardens even more.

“Lie back, High Lord,” I growl, giving Draekoh a firm push.

He pauses, eyebrow high in amusement at my efforts to push him to the floor, before he humours me and lies back. He leans casually on his elbows and watches as I stand with a leg on either side of him. With shaking hands, I pull my dress up and over my head before discarding it on the floor. Draekoh drops his gaze and eyes my body hungrily.

“You are exquisite, Delta,” he says, voice grating as if he were restraining himself from throwing me to the floor and pounding my pussy for all it was worth.

I step forward and rest my toes against his chest again. Leaning over him, I whisper, “You spend your days commanding other Lords and armies, yet look at you now. Look at how you unravel for me, Lord Draekoh. Look at you desperately believing you are still the one in control.”

His chest vibrates, and faster than I can see coming, Draekoh is on his feet and I… holy fucking shit, I am flying through the air.

I open my mouth to scream when, “Oof!” I bounce, landing on the massive bed I had spied earlier. Halfway across the damn room!

Before I can catch my breath, the High Lord is on me. He hovers over me, one hulking mass of pure power and muscle, eyes flashing and mouth open in a snarl.

“Who’s in control now?”

In one smooth and humanly impossible motion, Draekoh rips off his pants and lowers himself on top of me. His cock brushes my stomach, and I mewl, arching into his hardness in wanton need. The male smirks, reaching between our bodies; he lines himself up.

Slowly, he enters me. My eyes bulge and roll as I stretch for him; every exquisite inch.

“Little Bird, you are so fucking tight and wet for me.”

Eyes flashing, he suddenly slams home.

My eyes roll back, and I moan as his entire shaft sheathes within me. Oh, Gods, he was huge.

“Do I put your human lovers to shame, Delta?”

My eyes spring open at his words and meet his. They are hard, as if the very thought of me lying with another man has his every nerve on edge.

Grinning slowly, I raise a single shoulder, “You haven’t convinced me yet.”

Draekoh’s mouth curls as he ponders my challenge. Before I can fully prepare myself, he pulls back out and slams home again.