Page 10 of Hoarded By the Dragon

I whisper curses because each press of his knot delivers a sharp-edged pleasure at the stretch.

My lips part and words I can’t possibly mean fall out. “Fill me up.”

His body tenses. “You have to accept my knot for me to breed you.”

The sound that escapes me is one part need and the other frustration. “Yes, yes, please breed me.”

I shut off my wide-eyed brain and start to dissolve into need as Kalos grinds his knot against my opening with more force.

It doesn’t budge.

“Fuck, it’s too big!” I cry.

“Patience, little queen, relax yourself for me.”

My body isn’t listening. The arousal has me drawn tight, and I whimper in need.

Somehow Kalos knows my body better than I do. Somehow he’s in control of himself, though he’s the one in heat. He presses his frame close to mine, still keeping most of his weight off me but propped on an elbow. Heat comes off him in waves. The hard grind of his knot becomes a gentle rock.

“Shh.” He places a hand over my thundering heart. “Breathe, sweet queen.”

I take a gasping breath and try to follow his command, shivering when he rocks his knot against me again. This time he circles his hips. My insides sing for the dragon stretching me. The hardness of his cock is a deep echo.

I think I’ve taken more of his knot this time, but I don’t look down. Instead, I’m completely ensnared by his gaze. Kalos is looking at me with such hungry possession that my core melts. We keep our eyes locked as he slides his hand from my heart down to my belly, his thumb starting to rub my clit softly.

I sigh at the next rock in my body, and he growls. The coiling tension in my core winds tighter, needier. So close to snapping. So close to breaking who I am. But in spite of all that, my body softens.

“Kalos,” I whisper.

His eyes glow at his name.

“Mine,” he growls.

The shock ricochets through my chest and distracts me from the sensual rock of our bodies. I’ve gone through the majority of my life as many things. A burden, a cohort, a trainee to the art of crime, and more recently, a friend. But never as someone to claim.

It happens then, my body gives to this man, this dragon. My throat catches on my emotions as his knot slides inside me. I throw my head back on a silent scream. The climax rages, buoyed and prolonged by Kalos’s own. He shoots his release deep. The heat of it is all-encompassing.

I barely notice the bite. His snarly growl vibrates through the crook of my shoulder and dissolves me into another orgasm.

The world disappears on waves of pleasure and crashing heartbeats. I don’t know how long it takes to come back to coherency. When I do, I have a heavy dragon on me. He hasn’t collapsed his complete weight on me, but his pelvis is locked to my own. His other shaft presses tightly against my clit.

He’s no longer biting me. The cold air is what I notice first. He’s tilted off me slightly, his chest angled away as if to give me some space. My body doesn’t want space. It wants to rub up against him and have him crush us with his weight, but I don’t move.

There’s a pained expression on his face, his eyes closed.

“Are you okay?” I ask. My voice is raspy, used.

His mouth tightens. “We’re stuck together until the swelling of my knot goes down.”

“How long will that take, do you think?”

His shoulders move in a shrug. He still hasn’t opened his eyes. “A half hour? I haven’t knotted someone in a long time.”

“Oh.” Some ridiculous, possessive part of me wants to ask how long. Maybe if he’d open his eyes and look at me, I’d indulge in that urge, but he hasn’t.

It’s as if he doesn’t want to see me.Of course he didn’t mean it when he said ‘mine.’ Don’t be silly, Katarina. This is a business arrangement.

I swallow but try to keep my breath even.

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