Page 33 of The Stolen Throne

“Then keep reading.”

There is no way I will be able to read while his tongue is inside me. I'll just have to improvise. “There once was a ruler who wished to conquer all of the lands,” I say, growling.

He smirks as he lowers himself, and I squeeze my legs, so he won’t be able to pull away again. Throwing the book to the side, I slip my fingers into his long hair. “But he found a female more enticing.”

He hums against my core as I rub myself against his face, needing more. My fingers tighten in his hair as I pant out, “He… he found her… hypnotizing.”

Bene growls when I use his hair to tug him closer. I look down to find his endless, black pits staring back up at me. Grinding myself against him, I groan. “He loved to pleasure her.”

His tongue laps at me as he slips a finger inside. He strokes slowly and sucks on my clit, causing my back to bow. The finger stops, and I whine but continue. “Fuck… fucking her with his tongue… until she came. The end.”

He slips another finger inside me, curving them to hit just the right spot that makes me pant for more. “Yes… yes, just like that.”

His strokes become faster as I tug on his hair, feeling the pleasure building. “Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!” I scream.

He growls, managing to break the hold my legs have on his head. He pulls away, falling backward, taking me with him. I didn’t realize he slipped out of me until he slams back inside.

My hands grip his chest as he grips my hips with each thrust. His eyes are dark pits as he groans and asks, “Do you enjoy your dragon's cock?”

“Yes.”

He grunts with a hard thrust. “So needy for my cock.”

“Yes,” I cry.

His fingers dig into my hips, and I just know they’ll leave bruises as his pace increases, hitting that perfect spot each time. “Cream for me. So wet and tight,” he snarls.

I scream, and he slams into me as stars fill my vision. Letting out a low, rough grunt, he continues to thrust in and out of my tight channel. He slips his thumb between us and massages my clit, making me whine as the pleasure renews.

My nails dig into his chest as he continues to fuck me. “Come!” he barks.

I shake my head. I can’t possibly, even though I can feel the pleasure building again. I feel him slip a hand from my hip, up my body, and into my hair. He fists my long locks, pulling me forward. My wide eyes meet his black orbs as he demands, “I told you to COME, Little Dragoness.”

The pleasure-pain is too much when he bites my shoulder at the same time as he pinches my clit. He slams into me again just as I come with a scream.

He growls, and I feel his release. We catch our breaths while he holds me in his arms. I can hear his rapid heart beat as I lie there. I whine when his cock slips out as he lifts me higher up onto his chest.

“Shh. We won’t be moving for a while.”

I nod as Bene runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. I groan and melt into his body, closing my eyes as I relax.

“Rest, my Dragoness. I’ll guard you and your hoard.”

19

Today it is Mir’s turn to guard me, and I'm hiding out in my room. Is it cowardly to hide from a man in my room? Yes. Do I regret hiding from him? Maybe. But the poor man blushes the whole time he is around me. Do I make the man that uncomfortable? He is very sweet, and the last thing I want to do is make him miserable the entire time he’s standing guard. It makes me wonder why he is still on the guard rotation if I make him that uneasy.

Sighing, I throw a pillow over my face. Asher is always happy to see me, and Kas is… well… Kas. He doesn’t seem bothered by my presence. Rev has been staying out of the shadows more when around me. And Alair drags me along to play jokes on anyone and everyone. And Bene… Bene will sit with me for hours, reading.

Maybe I just don’t click with Mir? The thought makes my chest hurt. I scream into the pillow, then scream again when I hear, “Is screaming into your pillow normal for you?”

Ripping the pillow from my face, I see Mir standing at the end of my bed with an arched brow. The moment his eyes meet mine, pink skates across his cheeks. Red hair falls in front of his eyes as he tilts his head with a smirk.

Covering my face with a pillow again, I mumble, “I make you uncomfortable.”

“I couldn’t hear that. What did you say?”

“I make you uncomfortable,” I yell into the pillow.

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