Page 177 of The Forbidden Dragon King
We stumble inside into the small space, banging into shelves. The door slams shut behind us, veiling us in pitch-black.
My heart races.
The loss of my sight amplifies the sound of my pulse racing in my ears, the scent of Daire’s feathers that smell of frost under a winter’s sun as his wings curl around me, and the press of his plush lips to mine.
“I want all of you,” I breathe, reaching down to undo his breeches.
“Aye.” He nips at my lower lip, and I moan, biting him back.
“Strip. I want the nest to smell of both of us.” Daire’s panted breaths are loud in the small space.
His pheromones are thick and intoxicating.
“I’d rather strip you,” I challenge.
Then in the dark, we frantically kiss, while working with difficulty to free each other from the complicated lacing and buttons of the academy uniforms. One by one, we drop these borrowed masks, which have never before been worn by fae or wolf before, on the floor of the closet behind us.
Finally, Daire’s pinion feather flutters from its hiding place in the band of my underwear, where I’d lovingly tucked it, on top of our nest.
I shiver, as Daire’s long fingers tease over my hip, side, and breast. In turn, I torment him back, grazing the back of my knuckles lightly along his peaked nipple, abs, and thigh.
His hard cock, which juts against my hip, twitches.
I smile into the darkness.
Daire nuzzles against my jaw, and I purr.
“I’ll weave our clothes into a nest and warm you in my wings. But first,” Daire’s voice drops like the winter breeze over a frozen lake, “if you truly want all of me, then there’s no hiding that I am a being of the shadows. An Alpha. A king. And I am your god.”
I swallow.
This is the fae of legend speaking now, one of magic and cold death.
The side to Daire, which he normally hides behind his charm and banter, as much as Aurelius uses techniques to suppress the Golden Dragon, Hadrian.
My pupils dilate with pleasure, as I drop to my knees. “Then let me worship you.”
Daire’s breath catches.
I haven’t done this before, but on the moon, I want to.
Eagerly, I reach in the dark to trace over Daire’s large cock. It twitches, seeming to harden impossibly further, when I stroke up and down it, twisting my wrist.
I take my time, enjoying exploring his cock without him being able to see me, the ridges, steel beneath velvet soft skin, and his girth. I draw unsteady pants from him by stroking over his sensitive knot.
It is so much more intense without my sight to touch him like this.
“Do you mind not being able to see?” I murmur.
For a long moment, Daire doesn’t reply.
Then he rests his hand on my head, caressing me with an aching tenderness, before tangling his fingers in my waves. Still, he doesn’t direct my movements.
“Not when I’m with you, love.” Daire’s voice is low with a depth of sincerity and emotion.
I rest one hand on his thigh and feel that he’s trembling. He’s like a stallion that’s been ridden hard, and I haven’t even started to ride him yet.
Desire pulses through me, making me wet.
