Page 93 of Dragon Gods

“I usually take a tonic, but with our…trip.”

She didn’t need to finish the sentence. He hadn’t moved his face from where it hovered over her stomach, silver eyes looking up through impossibly long lashes.

“There is plenty more fun to be had. Now stop talking.”

And she did, mouth snapping shut as he untied her pants with one hand and yanked them down along with her undergarments.

“Good girl,” he said, grinning up at her, his face between her exposed thighs. He ran a finger through her folds not breaking eye contact. “And already wet for a Dereyan bastard like me.”

“Shut up,” she ground out between clenched teeth, even as her core went molten.

He only smiled in his infuriatingly knowing way that had her tempted to clench her legs closed. But before she could dare, he was dipping down, his mouth moving over her core, and any thought was gone from her mind. Her awareness zeroed in on the sensation of his tongue and lips against her, every single hum and groan vibrating through her body. She grabbed at his hair, fingers running through the silky strands, unabashedly pressing him closer and he continued to devour her.

He didn’t complain, sending a long lick through her lips before she felt his fingers at her entrance, brushing gently. He looked up again as if asking for permission, but all she could do was let out a soft whine, shifting her hips forward. It was all he needed as a finger plunged into her.

“Gods,” she said, gasping as his finger went deeper, pumping and seeking. When he found what he was looking for, she let out a series of curses in dragon-tongue, his laugh vibrating through her.

He added a second finger, and she lost control of her body then, rocking and shuddering against him as he worked. When his lips found her clit and sucked, she shattered. She was only aware of his hand holding her legs open as her hips bucked, the flood of pleasure overwhelming every sense.

When she finally came down, he was holding her, soft lips pressed to her inner thigh. He looked up at her, his lips shining with her pleasure and eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

“This means nothing,” she said, practically panting the words out.

“Less than nothing,” he agreed with a kiss to her inner thigh, moving up to hover back over her once more. She hated how her eyes lingered on his lips, wanting to pull him forward and taste herself. Before she could wander farther down that path, she hooked a bare leg over his hips, using the skill she’d gained from fighting to flip them until she was straddling him. His eyes only widened for a single moment of surprise as he looked up at her.

“Can’t say I’ve been with a woman who could do that.”

She didn’t respond, shifting down his body as she loosened his pants, pulling them down only a few inches. She left his legs trapped there as his cock sprang free, and her jaw clenched at the sight. She had felt him enough times to know he wasn’t small, but seeing it was different. His legs shifted and he let out a groan of frustration at his inability to move. It made her smile and she finally broke her gaze away from his rigid length to see him looking up at her, eyes black as night. She wrapped a hand around the base of him, not breaking eye contact as she leaned down and ran her tongue up his cock. He smelled of wood and soil and tasted of salt and musk.

“Fuck,” he said, his words a hoarse groan. She smiled, happy to have switched the tides of power. She could have left him like this. Grabbed her pants and walked away now. But a part of her wanted this, too. She wanted the weight of him on her tongue. There was no tomorrow for them and she’d never been one to turn away good sex. So instead, she leaned down and wrapped her lips around his cock before taking him down completely.

His body jerked and his groan reverberated through his chest where her hand rested, but she didn’t stop. She licked and sucked, moving up and down his length, savoring his soft flavor. And if a sense of power thrummed through her with every twitch of his body, then so be it. When his hand came up to wrap in her hair, she stopped moving, teeth just grazing against the delicate skin of his cock until he released her.

“Fuck you,” he hissed out.

She didn’t respond, only increasing her pace. His hands clenched the blankets, his knuckles white. She hummed in satisfaction and swallowed around him as he cursed her with every swipe of her tongue.

When his hips stuttered beneath her and his hand flew back into her hair, she didn’t stop him. His touch was gentle, fingers flexing against her skull as if he were trying to stop himself from grabbing her. And then he came, his seed filling her mouth, salty on her tongue. She swallowed the best she could, but when some dribbled out, he pulled her up before she could wipe it away. His pupils were blown wide as he watched her tongue dart out to lick away the spilled seed.

His fingers were soft on the back of her neck and he didn’t remove them immediately, watching her—for what she didn’t know. He let go suddenly, as if realizing that he was still holding her.

She unhooked her legs from his, using the moonlight to find her pants and shuffle them back over her hips. The cold of the night was sinking back into her skin, the fine sheen of sweat there making it worse.

She didn’t know what she expected, but when she laid back down into her bedroll and pulled the blankets over her, Fox reached out and drew her back into him. They were back in the position that had started it all, his nose in her hair, warm breath moving her curls.

“Are you done thinking?” he said, his voice a whisper in the night.

“Yes,” she admitted.

He gave a small hum, as if proud of himself.

“That meant nothing.”

“I know, my captor. Now go to sleep,” Fox said, the words tickling her hair.

She closed her eyes and followed his advice. She pushed all thoughts of her friends and tomorrow from her mind and focused instead on her breathing, letting it fall into beat with Fox’s.

It worked, and she drifted into sleep a few minutes later.

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