Page 35 of The Alliance

I slid a slick finger up and down his crack, teasing him. I’d learned that Rhod could take a lot of edging before he cracked and I loved to see and hear him on the edge, begging me to give him release. It was usually my own impatience to come inside him that caused me to end the torment.

His hole was tight and I gently massaged it until I could slide a finger inside him. I topped up the lube as I finger-fucked my mate and then added another, stretching him out.

As I worked him open, Rhod began to press back against me rhythmically, fucking himself on my fingers. I let him, exploring his body with my other hand and kissing his neck and cheek and shoulder. His hole was tight and I took my time preparing him. Sometimes I stretched him quickly, knowing it would give him a bite of pain, that he would feel me enter him. Today, though, I wanted to slide inside him smoothly, to have him take me into his body with ease.

It meant I took my time and made him desperate for me before I was finished. When I was satisfied that he was ready for me, I crooked my fingers and pressed down on his prostate. When I’d brushed over it, my touch had been light and accidental. This was the first time tonight I’d given it proper attention.

Rhod yelped, gasping for breath as I assaulted his gland and forced pleasure into his body. His hips jerked as he lost control of the little rhythm he’d had.

I slid my fingers out of his hole and spread lube on my dick. I was so hard that I was actually worried I wouldn’t last long enough. The sounds of my mate gasping and panting had sounded like pure sex and I’d been leaking pre-come in a steady stream.

“Glenwise, please,” he said, and I positioned myself behind him, adjusting my stance to get the best angle for my dick.

“I’ve got you, my love.”

With one hand, I guided my cock to his stretched hole and, with the other, I held him tightly against me, his back pressed firmly to my chest. I wanted all the contact with him, his skin pressed against mine and his scent in my nostrils.

Entering Rhod was a pleasure that never failed to amaze me. His channel squeezed tightly around me, bringing me closer to the edge.

I took it slow, entering him smoothly. The way I was holding him stopped him from being able to buck his hips and so he couldn’t press back against me and demand I enter him faster. Sometimes my mate got impatient with me. I loved that he did, but I also loved slowing him down and drawing out his pleasure.

Once I was fully inside him, I held still, needing to take some deep breaths to get my body under control. Rhod clenched around me and I grunted.

If he did that again, I might not be able to hold back.

“Let me take care of you,” I said, as soon as I could speak coherently.

Rhod melted back against me. He became almost boneless, giving me complete control over his body.

My hard dick got impossibly harder.

Slowly, I drew it out of him, feeling the slick glide. When I thrust back inside, my rhythm was strong and sure. Rhod had one hand clenching hold of my wrist as I traced my hand all over his chest and stomach, deliberately avoiding his dick in case he was closer to the edge than I realised and I made him come before I was ready for it.

His other arm wound up and around my neck. His hand pressed against the back of my head and the position opened his body out for me to explore. I owned his body right then.

The thought made me thrust inside him harder, driving into him. I tilted my hips, searching for the angle that would light him up.

I knew I’d found it when he let out a cry. It was shock and pleasure, all wrapped up in one, and I drove myself into him at that angle again and again, determined to hit that spot until he saw stars.

My orgasm built up inside me far quicker than I would have liked, but my body was overwhelmed with the pleasure of taking my mate and I let it come. When I knew I was on the edge, about to fly, I slid my hand down to his dick and took hold of it in one quick movement. I jerked him quickly, my grip strong and firm, just how he liked it.

The scent of his come hit me first and then his cry of pleasure tore into the beautiful night, filling the sky with the sounds of our lovemaking. His body clenched hard around me, and my own orgasm peaked. I thrust deep inside him, pumping my release into his body.

I stayed where I was, enjoying the aftershocks. Rhod’s body was warm and soft against mine and our scents mingled to create the most perfect little bubble of sex.

Only when my dick began to soften did I pull out, and then I kept myself pressed close to Rhod’s back. He liked the physical contact as much as I did. He liked it more, in fact. There was nothingthat made him smell more content than my arms around him or my body pressing his down.

Kneeling together on the open stretch of beach, the breeze played against my overheated skin, cooling it. Reluctantly, I moved. I didn’t want to, but I wanted my mate to get cold even less, so I forced my legs to move and drew back.

“We’ll stay here for a while,” I said.

Rhod nodded, looking sated and pleased.

I checked where I’d left the bag and then shifted, letting my dragon out again. My scales were thick and the breeze suddenly stopped being cold. Dragons could get cold, but not as quickly as we did in our human form. The night was balmy and my thick hide protected me.

I positioned myself carefully, making sure I was on the blanket so that Rhod would still be on it when I pulled him back against me. Leaning forward, I nudged and nuzzled him, encouraging him into position. He went happily and I curled around him.

My dragon was peaceful after that. Sexually satisfied and sure that our mate was safe and warm, we grabbed a blanket in our teeth and tucked it against him. He didn’t need it yet, but in case heneeded it later, it was there. The summer night and my body temperature should be enough, and I got comfortable, resting my head on his stomach.

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