Page 131 of Hoarded By the Dragon

“So wet for me, Rina.”

“Don’t make me beg, Kalos.” I want him now. I want him forever. I slip a hand into his robe and grip his upper cock, enjoying the textured ribbing of it and the weeping head. I move to take his lower cock into my other hand, but he halts my motion with a disapproving tut.

“Not so quick.” His grin is wicked. “Lay down. It’s my honor to give you what you hunger for, mate, but I need to examine you first. It’s been some time since I’ve been inside you. I need to make sure your body is prepared to handle my attentions.”

I swallow, and a flash of heat whips through my body at his words. The silk sheets are cool against my skin as I slowly kneel on the bed before allowing Kalos to direct me, my back sinking into the mattress.

My knees press together, and his eyes darken as his scaled hands drag over the skin of my hip, my thigh, before tapping my knee.

“Open,” he growls. The precision of each movement has my body trembling in need. I’d joke about me being naked while he’s clothed if the air wasn’t stilling in my lungs at the vulnerable position he’s put me in.

Kalos arches his brow, and my lower body clenches in need. I take a breath and slowly open my thighs for his examination. The cool air against my wet pussy is an arousing stroke by itself, but he doesn’t touch me there yet.

“Have you touched yourself while I’ve been away?” he asks as if he was merely on a business trip instead of his heartrending absence.

As if he always meant to return.

The last toxic knot in my stomach loosens at that realization. He was always going to return to me. He will always return to me.

We are mates, with or without a complete bond.

“No, I haven’t touched myself,” I breathe. My worries and the anxiety caused by the impending attack left little room for desire. I was in survival mode without his presence, and now my needs are returning with a vengeance.

“You do seem like you’ll need to be stretched to take me,” Kalos muses as the pads of his fingers brush through my delicate folds, my arousal spreading with the hot touch.

I whimper as his talons retract. His fingers shift into a more human shape as he uses two to press against my entrance, massaging me there in circles before the embarrassing amount of wetness has him slipping inside.

“Such a beautiful offering.” The breath of his words skate over my pulsing, ignored clit.

“I’m hardly a sacrificial virgin.” My quip surprises me, and I don’t know where it came from with my brain scrambled by his ministrations.

Kalos’s responding grin is devilish and has pleasure curling in my lower belly.

His eyes glint hungrily. “It doesn’t mean we can’t pretend.”

My laugh is cut off by a gasp as his mouth descends on my neglected clit, his tongue stroking over me as if I am a sacrificial feast just for him.

“Did you eat virgins?” I ask, gasping and squirming under his mouth.

Kalos lifts from my sensitive core to chuff a laugh. “You’re getting distracted, Rina.”

His heated gaze tells me he doesn’t mind my curiosity. I groan as two fingers become three as they stretch me just as he warned, giving specific attention in pressing down against the thin skin at the back of my entrance before twisting up against the place inside me that he seems to be an expert of. He’s not getting distracted.

“Then answer my question—fuck!”

He sucks my clit again, and the heat he’s been building unravels on my moan. The climax is a gentle wave. In its wake my body relaxes and allows his fingers to sink deeper inside me.

I gasp, a sheen of sweat on my skin starting to warm again as my body accepts his actions.

Kalos purrs in satisfaction. “Some dragons did set up situations where they’d pick the prettiest humans as companions. They did not eat them. Dragons reserve eating people as an action of disrespect.”

I tighten around the fingers invading me as I try and keep my thoughts in order enough for a conversation. “Did you ever—”

“I was uninterested in such things until you offered yourself up for my use when I caught you.”

I shiver when his tongue licks my sensitized flesh, trying to squirm away from the stimulation, but Kalos layers the sensation and a whiplash of need spreads through me. His fingers keep me full, open.

“Such sweet offerings,” he says with a smirk.

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