Page 64 of Hoarded By the Dragon

He pulls the tie of my robe, and I freeze as it falls away from me. My sleep set stretched over my stomach comes into sight.

I swallow. “But—”

Kalos stops. “But what?”

“I don’t want you uncomfortable with…” I trail off, but my fingers brush the side of my stomach.

He arches a brow. “Do you think that the sight of you swollen with my young does anything but make me want to fuck you over and over again so that the world knows it’s mine you carry?”

My cheeks burn. “You’ve been avoiding it, and I just thought—”

“It was surprising at first. Our child is so much louder against my senses. Harder to ignore.” His talon drags over my tank top strap, the sharp edge tearing the fabric with ease. His gaze snaps up to mine. “I have complicated feelings about many things, but not of how you look and not what it does to me.”

He rocks his hardness against me again, and my eyes roll back.

“You can’t tear all my clothes,” I say, but the words are breathy and cause his brow to lift in challenge. “These ones are old so it’s fine… but in the future, please ask.”

He bows his head in acquiescence. Not questioning that there will be moments in the future where he’ll be tearing off my clothing.

In a blink, my clothes fall to rags.

I gasp as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. The flesh has grown almost painfully sensitive with the new changes. My hands run under his robe, pushing it off until he’s also bared to me. His body is just as beautiful as it was before, his human-toned skin graying over his core to where his erections stand.

I tighten on emptiness as he sucks harder on my nipple before he switches to the other.

“I need you inside me,” I say.

His teeth graze my skin, and I shiver. “All in good time—”

“No!” But it’s moaned out and completely unconvincing if Kalos’s snort is anything to go by.

“So hungry for a cock to fill you? You’re sounding a little desperate.” The tease is cruel but makes me wetter. Apparently, my kink is Kalos being an asshole. Great.

“Maybe I’m hungry enough to find someone else who is up for the job,” I hiss.

Well, there goes my self-preservation. Kalos growls. His fingers thread through my hair before pulling my head back. The tension on my scalp has a spike of heat racing down my spine and over my skin.

“What was that, little queen?”

I swallow, but my bravery isn’t hiding like my good sense is. “If you’re not going to fuck me—”

I break off when he pinches my nipple—hard. My cry turns into a moan when he tugs it softly.

“You shouldn’t prod me into losing control,” he says.

I laugh at that. “I do a lot of things I shouldn’t.”

“Then you’ll pay the price for it,” he growls. “Beg for what you want, little queen.”

“You know I want you.” I squirm. Kalos massages my entire breast now instead of torturing my tender nipple.

“But I want to hear you say it,” he says, his eyes glowing.

Arrogant, temperamental, sadistic—I gasp as he presses a hot cock to where my body is weeping.

“Please, Kalos!”

His hard flesh presses forward, and my head falls back on a groan at the contact. Happy to miss his satisfied expression as he releases my hair.

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