Page 15 of Prince of Blaze and Embers
No more mopping in summer heat, scrubbing dishes for endless hours, being on my knees polishing hard-to-reach armor sets, and no more greasy-fingered men running their fingers through my hair. God, I hated that more than I hated those squeaky rodents that came out at night and skittered across my pillowcase. Ugh, disgusting vile men they were!
I wanted to ask where we were going, where he was taking me, but I didn’t want the moment to end. I didn’t want to think about landing somewhere, or being taken to the infamous castle of Raven’s Bane, erected upon the monumental mountain—Calcaedus, the grandest peak of all Allovan, standing one hundred times taller than any other mountain peak on the continent. I’d only seen it in my dreams, but I imagined it to be the most inspiring, and at the same time—intimidating sight in all the world.
The Blaze Prince cocked the reins to the side suddenly, causing Krakos’ right wing to drop, and we tore through the sky at breakneck speeds. The moonlight glowed pale heavenly light as the sun faded under the far western edge of Allovan. Krakos pulled his wings in tight as we dove through the thick, dark clouds. The moist smell of the clouds filled my nostrils, and I felt my stomach in my throat as we dropped, falling at the most thrilling speed I could have ever imagined.
As we dove, my eyes glossed over from the biting winds, and my fingertips dug into the prince. The smell of the crisp air filled my nostrils, mixed with the intoxicating aroma of dragonfire. We burst through pillowy clouds like they belonged to us.
I couldn’t help it—the thrilling scream flew from my mouth as I hollered in excitement. My scream barely hit my ears, as the rushing winds drowned out everything. My hands gripped thesaddle’s horn as tightly as they could, pulling myself into the dragon, as the prince pulled me in tightly to him. His chin inched over my shoulder, and his helmeted face was right next to mine. His brilliant eyes made my neck heat and my toes tingle.
But there was something else that drew every morsel of my attention, something firm pressed into my back, something thick and hard above my belt.
Could it be? He couldn’t be… No, I’m certain of it… He’s getting hard, pulling me into it.
Oh my god… he’s as hard as iron back there.
His eyes didn’t show it, and by the way he whipped the dragon’s reins, it didn’t slow his drive to send Krakos careening through the pillowy, gray clouds.
My legs straddled the saddle, my fingernails scratched at the horn, and I bit the side of my lip. His long black hair tickled the side of my neck, as I felt his raw power. The prince was a born warrior; fearless. Odiun knows how powerful he was, and I was in his arms.
By the god, I never even saw his face, but I wanted him. I wanted him to take my chin in his fingers, turn my head, remove that devilishly crafted mask, and put his lips onto mine. Fuck, I didn’t even know what he looked like, but that rock-hard cock digging into my back was driving me fucking insane.
It had been a year since I last was with a man, and I described that best to Bella as a man convulsing on top of me until he lay in a panting, sweaty mess.
But this man, the prince, this legendary soldier, this powerhouse—I’d never felt so vulnerable, so susceptible, so enthralled. And damn, that cock felt huge…
Descending swiftly through the clouds in the magical moonlight, I felt as if we were drifting toward the top of a mountain just below us. It was the highest peak around, with the rest of the mountain range cresting down on two sides. The dragon’s wings spread wide to slow our descent. And all the while, even whenKrakos’ feet touched the rocky ground, that cock still dug into my back.
Even when the prince released his grip on me, sliding his arm out from around my stomach, I was in no hurry to get down from the saddle, and that oh-so-amazing feeling.
“You can get down now,” he grumbled. But I could hear something else in his voice, something animalistic, something barbaric. There was a wild animal inside him, most definitely caused down in his pants, and if he would’ve asked, I would’ve done almost anything he asked me to. Krakos nuzzled against the prince as we both got off. The great black dragon groaned as the prince petted its massive head.
Their bond is amazing… if that dragon trusts him… maybe there’s something good about him…
What the hell is wrong with you, Ash? You don’t even know him. He may be as evil as Gigas, Lord of the Underworld. I had just one time where the sex wasn’t paid for, and I was treated like a woman, not a piece of meat…
“Ash!” Bella ran to me, and shaking off the strong urges filling my body and hips, I leaped down from the huge black dragon. Krakos’ neck arched and he glared at the two of us as we embraced. His devilish, serpentine, dark slits of pupils in his fiery eyes glared at us curiously, and I glared right back.
“You all right?” I asked, releasing our embrace.
She nodded. “Better than all right.” She let out a tremendous breath from deep in her lungs. “That was incredible. I’ll never forget that as long as I live.” She sighed deeply and brushed back the hair that was sweat-stuck to her brow.
Suddenly, I realized the two soldiers had us surrounded. They stood on both sides of Bella and me—towering over—I should say.
“Wh-what are we doing here?” I tried hard to keep from fidgeting with my hands, so I shoved them into my pockets.
The rider in copper seemed to be waiting for the prince to be the one to respond.
“We’ll make camp here tonight,” the prince pressed both hands to the sides of his sharp, angled helmet that made him look like a dark wolf god—or demon, rather. As he lifted the helmet up, I had to force my teeth to clench, to avoid my jaw hitting the ground.
As he lifted his helmet off, and his long dark hair folded down to his shoulders like silk drapes, I couldn’t tear my gaze off him.
Oh my god. He’s fucking gorgeous…
My knees buckled as I remembered his grip around my waist as I almost orgasmed flying on the back of that magnificent dragon.
His face was chiseled like a stone statue. Cleanly shaven, a firm jaw that could chip marble, and lips that pulled at the strings of mine, the prince was as handsome as any man from any story I’d ever heard. As his blue eyes pierced through me, sending unbelievably powerful waves rushing through me, every desire sparked aflame in me, and I wanted him to touch me again. I craved—hell, begged—for him to touch any part of me again.
Instead, he stood there with a glare frosted with blizzard snow.
