Page 6 of Captured By the Dragon Warrior
Ready to comply, I gripped my cock where it waited between us and guided it to his waiting hole. I was far bigger than one finger, so I went slowly, watching him for any discomfort.
I quickly discovered that my mate was not one to wait for his pleasure.
Quincy lifted and fell, forcing himself to open up and let me in. He bit his bottom lip and groaned at the ceiling, his fingers scratching against the scales on my chest. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open, the sensation of his heat and the grip of his body so very overwhelming. When I felt as though I could move without harming him given how much he had already accepted, I held his hips still and let my cock thrust.
“Oh fuck,” he hollered and grabbed at my shoulders. “It’s moving!”
I chuckled at his awed and pleasured expression as I slowly eased him down, aiming for him to sit fully on my groin. My cock could move several inches, but I wanted to be as deep inside him as I could be. Again, Quincy didn’t wait long, and when he sat, he moaned and leaned forward to rest against me.
“Fucking fuck, you’re big.”
And he’d taken all of me. Mates truly were perfectly made for each other.
I was claiming my mate. As my cock thrust inside him, I held Quincy against my chest and felt his cockleaking on my abdomen. We moaned in sync with each other, hands roaming, and it was the best sexual experience of my life. It wasn’t adventurous or athletic, but just a simple mating that meant so much. He was mine, and I was his.
That he wasn’t aware of this was something I happily allowed to slip my mind as I felt his fingers touch where we were joined. When he sat up and grasped his cock in his hand, I watched transfixed as he pleasured himself in time to my cock’s thrusting within him. What a beautiful sight! He fought to fly higher as I struggled to keep watching, the both of us desperate for our climax.
When his tight ass spasmed and his cock spattered my chest in white, I managed to keep staring at his beauty as I came deep inside him. Flushed pink, mouth open on an ecstatic yell, and his entire body straining, Quincy Boone was male perfection. And he wasmine.
With a whimper, he fell forward onto me, and I wrapped him in my arms. He tucked his hands behind my back and leaned heavily, a sensation that went straight to my heart for some reason. We should clean ourselves, but I could feel him relaxing into sleep, trapping me where I sat. Ah, well. I did not mind holding my mate as he dreamed.
CHAPTER 4
QUINCY
My watch said it was six-oh-five, but my mind saidholy fuck, dude, you had sex with an alien!I didn’t know what the hell I’d been thinking other than being wowed by his big, blue cock. And when it had moved against my belly? Goddamn, I couldn’t have said no because Ihadto know what that felt like inside me. I hadn’t realized I was such a slut, but okay, maybe I was. I did not regret sitting on that thing last night, though. If he woke up and offered it again, I’d hop on for round two.
I’d woken because Rampon had maneuvered himself around to lie on the couch and had taken me with him. I guess I’d fallen asleep sitting on his lap and just stayed there for over six hours. I hadn’t had such a good sleep in… Maybe ever? The only reason I’d gotten up was because I’d realized how filthy I was and I’d needed to piss. Clean and dressed, I stood beside the couch watching Rampon sleep.
He was a big guy. I’d always thought I was tall at six-two, but I came to his shoulder. He had to be… What? Over seven feet? And the rest of him was proportionate to his height, too. Long limbs corded with muscles, big hands and feet, broad shoulders, narrow waist—he was built like a perfect warrior. He just happened to not be human.
His scales were the most interesting part of him. Well, okay, his cock was and that pouch, too, but he was asleep at the moment. After his cock, though, his scales were what had me most curious.
I didn’t know if animals with scales could feel when you touched them or if it was like armor and that was it. Like did scales have nerve endings? Rampon could definitely feel with his. He’d responded to me touching him last night, kissing his neck. Some of his scales were as small as my littlest fingernail and those seemed to be concentrated around sensitive areas, like his groin and face. Others were larger, about the size of a baseball, like on his thighs and across his chest. The spot on his upper arm where he’d been shot was all pale blue and baby smooth, the surrounding scales similar in size to my thumbnail.
I was fascinated by Rampon. I wanted to turn him over and catalogue the back of him. I wanted to peek into his pouch and see if his cock was coiled up like a snake in there. I wanted to touch his feet, spread his toes, and see if I could make his claws pop out. Was that normal? Wanting to explore someone so thoroughly? I’d had a couple intensely physical relationships—or extended one-night stands, really—but I’d never been this into investigating someone’s body. That had to be because he was an alien. And that was probably completely normal.
“Whatever you’re thinking, yes.”
I blinked a few times and realized Rampon was watching me. And agreeing to whatever I was thinking about? I laughed, a blush heating my face. “You’re just…fun to look at.”
He held one arm out over the floor and tucked the other behind his head. “You are also fun to look at, but you have dressed again.”
Was he pouting? He was definitely flirting.
“Well, it’s morning, and we probably have things we need to do to get you back to your people and all. I’m sure they’re worried about you. And stuff.” That was logical, but even I wasn’t into what I was saying. Get rid of him instead of get back on him? Please. I wasn’t an idiot.
Smirking, Rampon rolled fluidly right up off the couch, and then lunged at me. I gasped as he snatched me into his arms, containing and restraining me like no one else ever had. That was another thing about the size of him—he could manhandle me, and I was realizing that liked it.
“There is no rush to make contact,” he said as his hands wandered down to massage my ass. “I should like to learn more about your human body and how to best pleasure you.”
Like I could say no to that. I gulped as desire flooded through me and nodded at him. A moment later and he was kissing me. I really hadn’t considered that someone with a snout—even a short one—could kiss, but he had full lips and— Gah! That tongue of his flicking into my mouth was like an erotic tease. There and gone, back again, and I was just hanging in his arms and waiting for whatever he’d give me next.
Someone banging on a door was not a welcome sound.
I jerked back with a gasp, staring up at him. Rampon actually kissed the tip of my nose before letting me go. “See to your visitor,” he said with a nod toward the stairs. “I will remain here.”
“Right. Okay.” I’d been so in the sex zone with him that coming out of it was like waking from a deepsleep. “Um, you might be able to find some sweats that’ll fit you in there,” I said pointing at the laundry basket I’d gotten dressed out of myself.
