Page 8 of Hoarded By the Dragon

My hunger answers for me. “Yes!”

“Tell me how it feels.” His order is a purr that has me wanting to trip over myself to do what he says.

“So good. Like you’re massaging my insides.”

“That’s exactly what it’s doing.” His voice is little more than a growl now. “Massaging and preparing your body for what comes next. Preparing you to take my seed.”

My brain stalls out like a car. My very reliable, quick-thinking brain is as useful as a paperweight. I don’t even question that he’s already come inside me, so what makes this different?

The tidal wave of pleasure that hits me with the tease of his words obliterates everything I thought I knew about myself.

Taking his seed.I’ve never thought that was hot before, but it fits the mood that this would be a night of discovery. My body tightens around him, and he curses, abandoning the slow slide in favor of harder thrusts.

I don’t have much time to wonder about this new need sparking in my core, with each thrust of Kalos inside me, his lower cock slides wetly through my folds, brushing my clit. I press back into him and curse as his other cock grinds against me harder.

I tense around Kalos, a sound catching in my chest as the sensations start to escalate again.

“That’s it. Strangle my cock inside you.” His snarl is resonant and adds to the crescendo of my pounding heart. The tight grip on my hair as he holds me in position to take him and the way his cock expands has me falling over the cliff of release again. This time I don’t fall alone.

Kalos hisses, and the release that fills me this time is a warm flush that doesn’t end. I cry out in surprise at the new, heavy ache of pressure. When I stiffen, Kalos groans a curse and fills memore,he releases my hair to hold my hips tight to him. His cum overfills me. I support myself with one hand to bring the other to where our bodies are joined with wonder, sliding past his still stiff other cock.

Sure enough, his release is leaking out of me, making a mess.

“Is this much normal?” I ask, curious and still foggy from my orgasm.

Kalos’s hands squeeze my hips as if to remind himself that I’m still here. A thief in his lair rather than a doll for him to fuck. “You said you were experienced.”

His other erection throbs against my hand, and I swallow. That was just one cock.

“I’m experienced,” I murmur with a frown. The bite of the hard floor to my knees returns and I squirm, unable to move with the way Kalos is holding me. He releases his tight grip and places his hand over the one I’m experimentally slipping around the mess he’s left. The gesture is oddly soft in this situation, but I don’t pull my hand out from under his.

I suck in a breath as my body returns to complaining about being on fours. The hazy arousal that made staying in this position possible dissipates, and I hiss trying to move away from my host.

Kalos makes a clucking sound with his tongue, and I still. He presses his hand against mine with more purpose as he pulls himself from my body, using my hand to… “stopper” myself.

I keep my hand where it is, trying to figure out what happens next when he surprises me by picking me up.

It’s quick, and in the next moment he’s laying me down on a soft surface. One of the giant pillows strewn around the room. I relax into the plush, letting my eyes travel over Kalos as he situates himself between my thighs. His gaze locked onto where I’m keeping his release trapped inside me.

His face is a neutral mask, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes. He brings his attention to my face and raises a brow at me.

I backtrack to what we were talking about.

“I’ve just never had sex without a condom,” I say with a shrug.

Kalos’s brow creases. Most paranormal beings have magical ways to avoid pregnancy and infections. I roll my eyes, figuring there’s no harm in explaining.

“I have an amulet against pregnancy. I just usually have sex with humans.” And condoms are the language of the one-night stand. He looks like he’s going to ask more questions, but moves on from the topic.

Good. I’m not going to explain to him how confusing I find the paranormal world. I grew up half in it and half not. There are so many differences in how magical folk interact with each other that humans have always felt like the safer option.

I completely forgot about the amulet. There wasn’t much room for thinking about that when we struck the deal. Remembering it now gives me an odd pang. It’s stupid, and his pheromones must be affecting my brain because that pang can’t be disappointment that all this seed he filled me with won’t produce anything.

Snap out of it, Katarina!

His fingers stroke over my tender knees, the bruises already starting to bloom. “Apologies. I allowed myself to get a little carried away.”

“So when do I get to remove my hand?” I casually ask as if I have nothing better to do than relax into the cushions and stem the flow of his seed all night.

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