Page 13 of Surge of Storms

I continue sucking on his neck as I pull up his shirt. We briefly break apart as I yank off his shirt. He stretches an arm across his stomach, as if to hide his stomach, which breaks my heart.He knows how hot he is, right? He has to know.

Pulling off his belt, I undo his pants and get him naked, while he stands silent. When I’m done, I grab him by his cock and haul him into the bathroom, not giving him a chance to protest. Turning the shower on, I kiss him until the water starts to steam, then pull him into the spray with me.

We shower, our work only broken by kisses. I wash his hair and his body slowly, enjoying every second of having my hands on him. When it's his turn, he takes his time washing every inch of me until I'm humming with desire. I'm barely rinsed off when I jump onto him and we start kissing harder and faster.

“You're sure?” he whispers. “You're sure you wantme?”

Our gazes lock, and I see the fear and disbelief in his eyes. He's pleading with me that this is real, and terrified that it isn't at the same time. And, I swear, I'll never forgive myself for letting him go this long thinking he's so unworthy of love.

“I'm sure. With all my heart. I promise you.” I kiss him again until he kisses me back, and I feel him calm under my touch.

Shifting, I angle him at my entrance and start to take him, inch by inch. “Go slow, big guy.” I whisper, still shocked by the pure size of him. “I'm not used to you yet.”

“I never want to hurt you,” he pants, kissing my shoulder.

Slowly, we start to fuck. There's something unexpected and inexperienced about the way he moves that somehow makes it all the better. It turns me on to know he's never been with anyone else. It turns me on to know he'll learn all his firsts with me.

Soon, we're moving at a fast rhythm. His tip hits me at the perfect angle to make everything in me feel alive. His girth rubs against me in all the right spots. I throw my head back, loudly moaning as I hit my climax.

Grabbing his shoulders even harder, I grind myself against him while he chants my name over and over, and then we're both coming together, riding the waves of our passion, lost in a sea of pleasure together.

I collapse against him, but he keeps standing. We're panting together, chests heaving, as the water slowly cools.

“Should I… put you down?” he asks.

I laugh. “I guess you have to.”

He carefully pulls out of me and puts me on the ground. We wash again, dry, and dress. I'm about to suggest we try out the bed when my phone rings. It's Aydan.

We exchange a look, and I answer the call. “Hello?”

“Are you okay?” He sounds panicked, and like he might be running.

“We're fine,” I reassure him.

“Thank God. We just landed on the base and the doctors told us what happened. If anything happened to you, we’d never…” He struggles to say more for a moment before he continues, “We think the whole thing was a trap. Clearly, the green dragon was never there, and the brown and salmon dragons took off before we even got close. We chased them for a while, but they were faster.”

“They’re smarter than we gave them credit for,” I reluctantly admit.

“Bastards,” he curses. “When we heard the green dragon took Granger, and you went after him, we were terrified.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell him sincerely. “But we’re okay. We got away, and we’re safe now.”

“By some miracle,” he murmurs.

I take a deep breath. “One good thing did come from all of this though. We found the storm dragon.”

Evander’s voice comes over the line. “Is that a joke?”

Zane laughs. “If it is, it is not a very good one. The storm dragon is a mighty beast. He is nothing to joke about.”

I grin at Granger, but he looks pale and sickly.

“How long until you guys reach our building?”

“Five minutes,” Evander says without hesitation.

“Just… can you send Aydan to my room right when you get here? I’ll talk to all of you after and explain everything.”

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