Page 23 of You Will Crave Me
“You’d be surprised, and clearly you know very little about dragons.” I reached down, grabbing his cock, and he growled in arousal. I didn’t like him issuing and insinuating the challenge and insult, especially where others could hear. He may have had a point, but still. In any case, I had to accept his challenge and eliminate any doubt. “You want me right here, to fuck me in front of my guards?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you mean our guards?”
Touché. “Of course.”
He bit his bottom lip and nodded. “Hell yeah.” He followed that up with another growl.
I had to admit, hearing my mate’s desire for me did turn me on. “Don’t get used to this.”
“You better start getting used to it.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Oh, and what about you?”
He shrugged. “I spent the better part of this month wrapping my head around the fact that I was going to have to submit to you. As long as you play nice, I’ll play nice. Like you said, there are plenty of asses I can fuck if you want to be a bitch about it. But just know… I can hold out too.”
Remembering the words Hexon had spoken to me, I knew I had to let some of my tendencies to only top go. I would lose the respect of my dragons if I failed to pleasure my mate over something they considered petty. I tightened my grip around the base of Elliot’s massive cock. Another thing that was a deterrent to me. He’d stretched me so wide last night, it had been painful, even though I did eventually adjust. Still, I felt the burn and couldn’t hide it. Dragon’s bodies adjusted better to all manners of cocks. Wolves were just what we were and had to get used to sensations.
“Did you at least bring any lube?” I asked, releasing his cock.
“Don’t you dragons produce anal lube?” He asked and I could tell his questions was genuine.
I nodded. “Dragons do, but one can never have too much lube or venom. I, on the other hand, only produce a little. I need more.”
He smiled and spit into his palm, then reached down to stroke his cock with his saliva. “I would have if you’d taken my dick like a man instead of—”
I kissed him to shut him the fuck up. I had him by the back of his head, forcing my tongue into his mouth. I could smell and sense his arousal growing and knew he was using his precum to also lube up his cock. Elliot was kissing me back, his lust for me evident in a way that seemed to increase every time we fucked last night. He truly wanted me, and I sensed his aggression and possession of me in his kiss. Again, he slammed me back against the wall as we continued to eat at each other’s faces. My own cock was rock hard and dripping like a broken faucet inside my silk pajama pants.
Finally, Elliot pulled back and we were both panting in our desire to fuck. He turned me around roughly and snatched my pants down. I spread my legs wider as he knelt behind me. This I hadn’t expected him to do, but I moaned in pleasure as his tongue plunged its way between my ass cheeks to get to my hole. I pushed my ass out to give him better access as I pressed my hands against the wall to keep my balance. The way his tongue lapped and swirled around my hole had my eyes rolling up in my head as I panted in ecstasy. Fuck… he knew what he was doing! I loved the way his beard felt scrubbing the insides of my ass cheeks, the sensation just made me harder.
My cock was drooling a steady stream of precum onto the floor and I was so ready to blow off a load. I could sense the arousal of my dragon guards as they stood by, witnessing the show. I was sure they were probably feeding off us as dragons do. I reached behind me, grabbing the back of Elliot’s head and pressed his face closer to my ass, my eyes closing as I relished what he was doing to me. He ate my ass like a man starving, like he wanted me more than life itself.
“Fuck!” I grunted and quaked.
Elliot shoved my hand away from his head and pulled back to rise to his feet. I pouted because I really loved the way his tongue and lips felt on my hole. “Yeah, I know you loved that. But I need to fuck this pretty hole of yours, baby.”
He reached in front of me, scooping up precum from my leaking cock, then used it to lube his own dick up some more. I felt him place his large hand on my back between my shoulder blades, then press me closer to the wall. His other hand went to my waist, keeping me at a position where he could fuck me better. I tried to relax as I felt the fat, bulbus head of his cock breach my hole.
“Ohhhh shit,” I grunted as he pushed deeper, not really giving me any time to adjust to his girth. I rose on the tips of my toes as he buried himself so fucking deep into my guts. He gripped my hips and pulled me back so my feet were flat on the floor again and then he let loose. “Ahh fuck!” I growled out as his cock rammed me without mercy, beating my prostate into submission. My body finally adjusted to his size and all I felt now was the pleasure of getting well-fucked by my mate.
He gripped my shoulder with one hand and kept the other hand steady on my hip as his balls slapped my cheeks with each thrust. He growled and grunted the whole time like a madman and his animalistic sounds spiked my libido. My cock jumped in excitement of my impending orgasm.
“Fuck yeah… right there… yeah… oohhh yeah,” I moaned. I didn’t even touch my dick. Both of my hands were pressed against the wall to keep my balance.
“Oh, you like that shit. What about when I do this?” Elliot asked, then he swirled his hips in a motion that had his cock stroking my insides in all the right ways.
“Jesus fuck!” I gasped out as my eyes rolled up inside my head. His two centuries of existence had been put to good use where his cock was concerned.
“Hell yeah, you’re mine!” Elliot claimed and his grunts became more frantic and I knew he was about to cum hard. “This ass…” he snarled and moved his hand from my hip to grip one of my firm cheeks to give it a squeeze that should surely leave bruises, but I could feel his cock throb harder inside of me because of his lust. “This ass is mine.” He let go of my ass to grab my aching, granite-hard cock, lightly stroking my shaft. Fuck, not even Giancarlo could get me this riled up! “This cock and all the spunk in these balls… belongs… to me!” Elliot growled, and his thrusts became more rapid and he groaned long and deep in pleasure, his body shuddering.
I didn’t know why those words turned me on so fucking much, but they had. Something about Elliot’s assertiveness, his possessiveness, got my motor revving in ways no other man ever had. Certainly, not my former Alpha. I hated him and his idea of owning me. But Elliot… he was different and my body responded to him as if it wanted to be owned by him. Was he making me…submissive? Was this always in me and that was why he was my mate? Fate didn’t make mistakes, but now I had a shitload of questions. I pushed them aside as my body ignited in ecstasy. Between Elliot’s massive cock and his skillful hand beating my dick off, I was about to go over the edge and happily so.
My own orgasm started building within me. I felt it pulsing through my body, tensing my muscles and stiffening my spine. I cried out as my cock fired off several shots all over the cream and gold foil wallpaper. Elliot snarled, then roared as his dick fattened inside me. His body stiffened and his hips snapped forward right before his cock exploded in a torrent of cum. I could feel each squirt, hot and perfect in every way. He shook hard against me, his thighs trembling beside mine as he struggled to stay upright during his climax.
“Holy fuck,” Elliot gasped, and his hard grips on my flesh loosened and I knew I was bruised, but also healing. His sweaty forehead was pressed against my back between my shoulder blades. His hot breath panting against my slick flesh was the icing on the cake for me, because I knew my body was the reason he was so satisfied.
He pulled out in a nice, slow movement, letting me feel his softening cock glide along my insides and prostate before popping out of my tight hole with a wet sound. I could feel his cum dripping out of my ass and running down my balls to pool on the floor between my legs. I turned around to see the state he was in and he was a sweaty mess and so damn sexy. I reached over, stroking his still twitching cock and he shivered, then slapped my hand away.
I laughed. “Sensitive?”
