Page 217 of The Forbidden Dragon King
“There,” I gasp. “Just fucking there.”
The shadows deliberately hit over the spot again, ruthlessly and relentlessly.
They pin me in place.
More shadows quest out, this time pressing against the small furl lower down that has never been touched before. My cheeks pink, as the shadows stroke across the rim of my hole.
I’ve never had two holes filled at once, and now, I want it so fucking much that it feels like dying.
“Do it,” I say, half between begging and half ordering. My slick drips down, wetting my anus and making it as soaked as a second pussy. “I’m ready.”
I blush.
Aurelius’ magic and darkness is inside me — his primal essence.
The second shadow tentacle winds inside, slow and teasing.
I keen, back arching. I try to press my ass back into the sensation.
“You want more, Spark?” Aurelius’ eyes darken in pleasure at my reaction.
“More,” I whimper.
Slowly, the shadows sink in. I groan at the slight burn, then I clench, rocking into the thrust of the shadows.
Pleasure winds through me, higher and higher.
I’m trembling with it, riding the waves.
Then suddenly, it crashes over me in a tsunami, and I’m coming.
“Alphas,” I scream.
Daire dives forward to grasp my hand and kiss my fingers, as I shudder through the aftershocks. Aurelius’ shadows continue to work me through them ruthlessly.
I scream through a second orgasm that takes me by surprise, as the shadows pull out of me in tandem. My hips hump upwards, chasing after their touch, but they pull away with a final caress.
I collapse in a boneless heap, struggling to catch my breath.
“Brilliant, love?” Daire murmurs, checking in.
“Amazing,” I reply, feeling floaty. “Like flying and I love that.”
Aurelius’ expression softens. “I hope so. You are my rider.”
He removes his own belt and dagger, laying it on top of his folded cloak. Daire gives me a final kiss, beforereturning to Aurelius’ side. Aurelius’ shadows coil back inside his horns.
Aurelius allows Daire to undo the complicated laces and buttons on his robe; he is shaking too much in his rut to be able to do it himself. Then Daire smoothly slips off Aurelius’ robe.
Suddenly, however, Daire gasps and freezes, staring at Aurelius’ back.
Sadness, bone deep, seeps through my bond with Daire. Instinctively, I reach to stroke over the snowflake mark in comfort.
I blink up at the two Alphas, as the shadows in me still at the same time that Aurelius does.
Daire lifts his hand like he wants to touch Aurelius but doesn’t.
Daire’s voice is dangerously soft. “Who the fuck did this to you?”
