Page 38 of The Fire Dragon's Mate
“Should you someday wish to learn, I’m sure he’ll be happy to teach you. But he said you and I are the only ones who smell right, so he doesn’t feel the need to claim us at the moment.”
Tennyson nodded, looking slightly less concerned, and skirted around the rest to find a seat with his plate and drink. Hagen came over to sit beside Tennyson and whispered something in his ear. I smiled to see Tennyson’s blush renew as he grinned and bit his bottom lip. Had Hagen perhaps volunteered to teach Tennyson anything he wished to learn as well? I liked that for them.
The rest of the day went on similarly. Every so often, a prince would stumble down that new staircase to sit around the fire and bask in the aftereffects of being claimed. Then Cighyss would fly through the room and snatch up another one. It got to the point that anyone who hadn’t been taken would stand up and raise his arms, making himself available. It really was quite hilarious to watch them all, and each was utterly useless afterward. I learned about watering the corn in order to fill in one of the gaps left by a blissed prince.
And some of the ladies were enjoying their princes’ states to keep the fun going. When Reynard returned, Yasmina took his hand and guided him to their chambers, and soon we could hear exactly what they were doing in there. Melita guided the children present in a rousing rendition of a very loud children’s song to drown out the vigorous adults.
Zelig was the last to be claimed as evening arrived, and weeach laughingly took turns reminding him to eat the stew Thane and Imelda had made for us all. I finished mine and washed my bowl and spoon before going to Cighyss.
He was stretched out behind us in full dragon form, seeming sleepy and content now that his hoard was properly marked as his again. His eyes were closed but there was a grin on his face and he’d sigh occasionally.
“Are you happy now, Beast?”
He gave a rumble and peeked at me. “Very much so.”
“And do you need a healer?”
On big hand came up to curl around me. “Thankfully, no, I do not.”
I let him hold my weight as I leaned into his hand. “Might you have just a touch more stamina?”
Both golden eyes blinked open to gaze at me and his grin grew. He picked me up and turned around, carrying me to his lair. “I will always have what my little mate needs.”
After a full day of knowing every man here had that sweet ache inside him from submitting to my dragon, I wanted the same for myself. Before setting me down inside the lair, Cighyss pressed me to his nose and inhaled, his eyelids fluttering. No doubt I smelled like the sex that I wanted.
In a swirl of flames, he shifted and landed lightly on the edge of his lair. Wings beautiful and uplifted, he stalked toward me with a wicked grin on his lips, and I simmered in desire for him. He caught me up and kissed me, our hands wandering to divest me of my clothes.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled in my ear once I was naked.
I turned around in his arms and spoke over my shoulder. “Take me like this. Hold me down and make me feel every inch of you.”
I moaned with him as his hands wandered across my skinand his cock slid free and up my back. It was so long, it was a wonder I could take half of it, let alone all. I rubbed my ass against him and reveled in his rumbling moans.
A moment later, he manhandled me to the table and bent me over it. I relaxed there and widened my legs as I heard the squelch of him coating his fingers in the slick inside his pouch. It felt like a relief when his wet fingers eased into me, taking away the empty feeling that only my dragon mate could abate.
“My sweet Declan,” he whispered, “you are so beautiful like this. Open and willing and wanting only me.”
“I’d have let you take me in between each prince, if I could’ve.”
Cighyss growled and teased that delicious spot inside me to make me whine. “You should watch me take them next time. They would have my love and attention, but I would perform for you.”
I moaned as the feel of him teasing me open and at the memory of how he’d fucked Bromley the night I arrived. Nodding against the table, I rocked my hips to fuck myself on his fingers. “I’ll do it,” I promised. “I’ll watch you claim your hoard, and then beg you to take me, too.”
He removed his fingers and fitted his cock to my hole. We slid together so easily now, like we were made to join this way. Cighyss wrapped his arms around me and leaned against my back, hugging me while his hips worked his cock deeper and deeper. Very soon, I got what I wanted, every inch of him stuff inside me, and his scales rubbing against my skin as he rolled his hips in an endless wave of pleasure.
“I love you,” I said breathlessly as I gripped his hand.
“Oh, I know you do, my sweet little mate. And I so love you, Declan.” He kissed my shoulder and let me feel his smile.
Needing more, wanting everything, I made to reach for my cock, but he grabbed my hands and moved enough to holdthem by my wrists against my back. A deep and desirous moan bled from my throat at the way he held me down and immobile. And then he started fucking me in earnest. The pounding of his thrusts had my heavy cock swaying beneath me, untouched and desperate, as one passionate cry after another leapt out of me.
“I’m going to fill you so full,” he growled behind me, “that you’ll drip with my cum.”
“I want itall.”
“And you’ll have it because you’re mine.”
Suddenly, he pulled me upright, one big hand holding my wrists in front of me now and the other wrapped around my throat. It was then I remembered the mirror over the table because there I was reflected back at myself. Flushed and sweaty, I panted in his tight hold and jerked with every thrust of his hips. The angle of his cock was everything now, stretching me wide, rubbing just right, and far too much to resist any longer.
