Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
I smiled silkily as I ran my lips along his jaw. “It was good for me. Pity about your blue balls.” I nipped his chin.
“You’re going to pay for this,” he wheezed, leaning hard against me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t even hear myself think. My dragon is going absolutely fucking crazy. He wants me to pull you off this bloody horse, bend you over, and fuck you senseless.”
“That wasn’t in the book, though.”
“Whose stupid fucking idea was it to act out the sex scenes in those books? I just read one that faded to black. Let’s fade this to black, get off here, and then get off here.”
I laughed delightedly, tightening my legs around him. “It was your stupid fucking idea, so I think you need to pay the price for it. And what’s a lull, anyway? You told Hadriel it was a lull tonight.”
“I get two nights a month off usually. Sometimes one and a half. For whatever reason, nothing comes through the portal. It’s not always like clockwork, but it’s usually within a couple days of when I expect it. That’s tonight and maybe tomorrow. I am going to wine you, dine you, finally give you your salon treatment, and then pleasure you to within an inch of your life. We’ll fall asleep when we’re too exhausted to move, and lie together until neither of us can stand the bed anymore. Then we’ll get up, be fed in my rooms, and maybe take a bath, or something else luxurious. I’ve been craving you, Finley. I want more of you. I intend to get it.”
“And what if I don’t want to be wined and dined, bathed and pleasured?” I asked with a sensual smile as I started stroking my clit again.
“You’re my captive. You will do as you’re told.”
Nineteen
Dominance rang in his tone and blistered through my body. I rubbed a little faster, dropping my head back in delight.
“We’re getting close now,” he said.
“Yes, I am.” My breathing sped up, and my pussy clenched around him, getting ready for a second release.
He growled, his shoulder hard under my palm.
“Hang on for just a— Hah!” He kicked his heels into his stallion’s side.
His cock drove into me. I was weightless for a second, and then it drove into me again. My jaw went slack. I slapped against his balls, wet from my orgasm. His cock pummeled me in hard, uncompromising jolts. It was the best fucking thing I’d ever felt—and probably one of the most dangerous things I’d done, given our speed and his divided attention. That made it even better. Death while fucking. Dick of death.
We ran across the castle grounds, his cock deep in my pussy, my legs wrapped around his middle. I held on to his shoulders as I slammed down onto him, was lifted, and then slammed down onto him again.
“Holy fuckity cunticles—” I didn’t know what I was saying. Couldn’t do anything but swear. “Arsehole twat trolley!”
The glorious friction nearly undid me, the merciless pounding branding my body with his cock. The pleasure built, and built, and built. I bit down hard on the base of his neck as his cock speared me. I didn’t know how to claim, but I knew how to mark. My teeth tore flesh.
He growled in pleasure, hissing out, “Yes!”
Apparently he wanted a claim as well.
The thought spiraled me higher. I hit a wall and then a gush of pleasure tore through me, so intense that I blacked out for a moment. I screamed and shook on him, my pussy clenching him tightly. But the ride kept going. His cock kept ramming into me with each hard landing. Another wave came. I came with it. Another, my teeth tearing at his skin, the thought of claiming him making me dizzy with lust. I came, and came, and came, almost unable to fucking stand it.
“Fucking fuck,” I swore, vibrating against him, drenched with my climaxes.
Finally the ride slowed and the swell of incredibly intense orgasms softened, letting me come down.
I breathed deeply, trembling against him, draped over his massive shoulders. There was zero stress left in my body. Now, that was a hard fucking.
We approached the stables.
“Turn around,” Nyfain growled at Gyril in a voice that sent a merciless shiver rolling down my spine. Heat tingled in my core, and my animal pumped out power, wanting more action. Wanting more of him. All of him.
You need to chill the fuck out, I told my animal. Let’s all just chill the fuck out.
He needs to fight us, prove his physical dominance, and then mate us. It’s time. His dragon is getting restless, and so am I. I don’t care about his stupid plans to send you away. They don’t make sense, and they are not happening. His dragon won’t let him. We’re staying with them, and we’ll fight what comes together. End of story.