Page 71 of Cursed

He rubs against my prostate gland and I jerk. His hand works my cock and ass, and I keen with the sensation. My hands itch to touch and grab him, but he’s too far away to reach as he sits between my thighs.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yes, I need to feel you.” Why have I waited so long to do this? Denied us both?

Rourke lines himself up and slides his cock into my puckered entrance. “Branden,” he murmurs and lays his body over mine, slipping into me. He takes itsoslowly that I think I will die from it.

I tilt my hips and urge him to move deeper, faster.

He pulls back and works himself farther inside me.

Finally, I feel the flare of his knot hit my ass.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Will you take all of me?”

It’s been so long since I’ve taken his cock that I’m not sure if I can take his knot too. But it isn’t like I won’t heal. I’m a fast healing supe. And I think I might enjoy a bit of pain with this pleasure. “Sure, but work me up to it, okay?”

“Of course, love.” Rourke kisses me and gives himself another dose of my saliva. He moans and works into my ass. His strong hand pumps over my engorged cock.

Now that he’s on top of me, I can finally touch him. Clawing at his back, I nibble down his square jaw.

“When I bite you, do it. Shove that knot into me,” I tell him. Honestly, he might have gotten caught up and rammed his knot home anyway when I sank my teeth into him and sipped upon his magical blood.

We kiss again as he works himself close to his release. He tilts his head, offering his neck.

I’m awed every single fucking time he has deferred to me. A mighty dragon does not do this—offer their necks.

Dragons do not submit. Ever.

But here Rourke is, submitting to my needs, being vulnerable with me.

“I love you,” I whisper over his heated, throbbing pulse.

He shudders with desire. “I love you too.”

Sinking my teeth into him, I taste his power along with the metallic sweetness of his blood.

Rourke arches his body. He shoves his knot into my ass, painfully stretching me to my limits, and unloads his cum.

I erupt as he fills me with his heat.

With my cum spurting over his chest, he just keeps coming. Strangled cries and promises of love and devotion cross his lips.

This time, I believe them all.

He rocks slower and slower, and his body collapses onto mine, almost crushingly.

Even though he completely drained his cum into me, it will take a long time for his knot to shrink and release me. So I relax into his easy pumps into my body. Brushing his locks off his sweaty brow, I luxuriate in the bliss of his embrace. Just for these few precious moments, I will pretend everything is alright—that my love for Shayla and Rourke will be enough to bend the universe to my bidding.

I also imagine that Shayla is here. She’s smiling, reaching out to snuggle up to us, and telling me everything will be okay.

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EXPERIMENT

SHAYLA

It’s my aching heart that wakes me. My connections to my mates feel thready, but I know they are alive… for now.

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