Page 139 of Hoarded By the Dragon

“You worship me with every action.” I press my thighs together.

“As you do for me.” He drags his teeth over the skin of my neck again, an echo of when he tried to scare me away in the very beginning.

“I miss the way you feel inside of me,” I whisper. “I want to be used. I want to feel like that thief you caught stealing from your hoard.”

His chuckle is dark, and his hand slides up my inner thigh, massaging my pussy. His other hand cradles and massages my breast. I moan.

“Easy,” he says, stopping me when I try to turn in his arms. “Let me pleasure you how I want.”

I sink into the sensation of his touches, riding the rising waves of need this dragon easily stokes.

My breathing becomes choppy the longer he teases me, and I start to shift my hips without meaning to, arching my back. The hum of comfort rises in time to each movement and I sigh. Accents of bliss tantalize me until I’m clutching his hands.

“Please, Kalos, I’m so empty.”

This time when I twist in his arms to straddle him, he lets me. His lips part as his eyes devour my flushed face and breasts. Water drips down my heated skin when he clasps the back of my neck.

I rock my hips over his erections, but he guides me over his upper cock, the only one he’s allowed me to take since giving birth. I’m too greedy to complain about the ridged length and sink my hips down. The stretch makes me hiss, but feels otherworldly.

“Slowly, Rina, careful,” Kalos says, his voice deep with need, but stern.

“I can handle this,” I whisper, my eyes rolling back at the drag of the textured cock inside me when I rise up again.

He growls. “You’ll handle what I tell you to handle.”

I tense around him at that, delighting in his dominance even as it causes frustration. I keep my movements slow, the water of the tub lapping the undersides of my breasts. Kalos strums my clit with his thumb in slow circles, and I’m peaking before I mean to.

The orgasm only makes me needier to be filled exactly how I’ve craved. Kalos’s hips rock with me now, seeking his own release.

“I can take more,” I beg. “I can take your knot.”

Kalos grunts, and his healing release floods me, causing my toes to curl, but his body doesn’t relax. Not with how I’ve said the wordknot. He’s been keeping that part of himself away from me, sweetly not wanting to push me too quickly.

But it’s left him short on control, and I’m ready to tear that bulwark down.

“Please,” I say, dragging my nails over the mating mark I left on him. “I need your claiming.”

Kalos snarls, lifting and turning me over the edge of the tub. Water splashes everywhere, but I couldn’t care less. Joy rushes through my veins that he’s going to give me what I’ve been begging for. The head of his hard lower cock presses against my pussy in circles, spreading his first release around messily.

“Is this how you wanted it, sweet queen?” Kalos asks, his tone vibrant with vicious need. A wicked part of me wants to push him farther, but he has me pinned in place.

“Fuck yes!”

He grips my hair, and I moan at the tension, the bliss of submitting to this dragon even if I pushed him to this.

Smack!I freeze at the surprising, sharp burn. Did he just—

I whip my head around and Kalos allows the action, easing the grip he has of my hair. The smile on his face is all fang in response to my wide eyes.

“Do you think I forgot about you ignoring your labor?” he asks. The ass cheek that he slapped barely stings now but is a rosy shade of pink.

My eyes widen. He’s been holding on to the threat of spanking me for seven weeks?

“I always remember my promises,” he purrs as if he can read my mind.

Something hot churns in my belly. I thought the pleasure was good, but with this added element, I’m squirming in need. My desire claws over my skin.

I gasp when he pushes his cock inside me. The thrust is slow, but this new angle and my hungry core make it more intense.

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