Page 27 of Scion of Chaos

Erika

Litochoro, Greece

Mount Olympus

Rough stone chafesmy hips and belly and pebbles clatter to the ground as I cling to the boulder in front of me. Geva nuzzles my ear, pinching one nipple while he yanks my pants down from behind and lines himself up between my cheeks.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says, his cockhead probing between my thighs.

“I know. Hurry up, we don’t have much time. I need you.”

“Every fucking time,” he says, letting out a chuckle before finding my opening and pushing deep with one perfect, hard thrust. I have to bite my lip to suppress a cry of pure pleasure. Every fucking time. But I can’t help it if unearthing ancient hidden temples makes me too horny to fucking think straight.

“I need more,” I breathe.

He groans a protest.

“Just a little bit, please! You can conjure new clothes.”

“But Ilikethese clothes.”

I tilt my head back and give him my best puppy dog eyes. He growls and captures my mouth in a brutal kiss, then his body begins to grow. His shirt seams rip as his torso swells to nearly double, his skin erupting in dark red scales. He pulls out for the briefest moment amid my angry protests, shoves his pants down farther, then lines himself up again. When he shoves into me this time, he’s twice the size he was before, and I clamp my knuckles between my teeth and bite down to keep from crying out in ecstasy.

“Is this what you wanted?” he murmurs into my ear. “You want a big, thick dragon cock spreading you wide open, don’t you? You want to be used. Fucked raw into the side of this mountain. You want my seed flooding out of your tight pussy when I’m done.”

“God, yes. Fuck me harder, you beautiful beast. Come inside me. Put a baby in me again.”

That elicits a deeper groan, and I know he’s lost—making babies is what getshimgoing. He wraps both arms around me, buries his face against my neck, and ruts against me hard enough to make lewd smacking sounds echo through the campsite.

Somewhere on the other side beyond our tents someone turns up music, but not before I hear a loud wolf-whistle from someone on my team. Thankfully Gabby’s a sound sleeper. As the child of an explorer, being able to sleep wherever and whenever she can is a necessary skill.

I reach up behind to clamp my hands at the back of his neck, holding on for dear life while he slams into me, my body clutched to his in the vise of his arms. He lets out several deep, bone-shaking grunts, then spills inside me, his enormous cock pulsing so hard I feel it up to my diaphragm.

“Mmmsorry,” he mumbles, half-coherent. “Didn’t mean to finish first. I’ll fix it.”

He only takes a couple breaths before pulling out and spinning me around. He drops to his knees and hooks both arms behind my thighs, shoving me up against the rock again and pressing his mouth to my flooded pussy. I grab hold of his horns and hold on for the ride.

His talented tongue plunges into me, every bit as filling as his cock was, but even more agile. He tickles my cervix, then pulls out and laps at my clit before sucking it between his lips.

I arch my back with a stifled cry and grab my breasts, tweaking my own nipples while he finishes me with swift, slapping lashes of his tongue that send me into spasms of bliss.

I’m a spent mess when he’s done, grateful that he remains on his knees supporting me as I lay back against the rough, angled rock and catch my breath. He continues to lick me clean, then sighs and peers up at me from between my legs.

I gaze down with a satisfied smile, eyebrows rising when I see his attention fixated on the glowing dragon mark pulsing just below my navel. His hopeful look slays me, and I thread my fingers through his thick red hair.

“It’ll happen,” I say. “Gabby’s been begging for a sibling, so weallwant it. And since Gabby’s done so well on these digs, we already know it won’t interfere with work.”

His hopeful look turns to a frown. “I wish you would stop long enough to give birth, at least.” He releases me carefully, standing again. Once upright, he shrinks back to his human size and pulls up his pants, then examines the torn tatters of his shirt before shrugging out of it and tying it around his waist.

“Gabby came a week early; I’d have been in a hospital otherwise. YouknowI wouldn’t have willingly chosen to give birth in a tent on the edge of the Sahara Desert. Plus dragon babies are durable.”

“They are at that,” he concedes, a smile gracing his full lips, betraying his adoration for our six-year-old daughter who is asleep inside our tent right now.

The music has been turned back down and faint voices reach us from the center of camp as we stroll hand-in-hand through the shadows. Thea, Camille, and Eben sit by our campfire, chatting. Their three dragon mates are taking turns standing guard at our dig site or patrolling from the air. The ornate marble and gold door we unearthed just before dusk is far too valuable to risk some treasure hunter finding and looting it, not to mention whatever lies beneath the mountain behind it. Tomorrow we’ll find out if we can open it, though having dealt with other magical temples over the years, I’m sure it won’t be straightforward. I’m prepared to have to embark on another quest just to find the key, but the search is half the adventure. I already have a few leads to follow up.

I’m mentally preparing a retort to whatever lewd comment Eben’s bound to make when a loud trumpeting fills the air. The others’ eyes go wide and they tilt their faces to the sky.

“Aurin’s sounding the alarm,” Dimitri yells. “Someone’s at the dig!”

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