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“Roland, I ...”
“Not yet,” he says, cutting off the words I was about to tell him. Ones he must already know. “For now, just breathe, baby. And come for me when I tell you.”
“Oh! Okay,” I squeak as he gets to work.
His claws drag down the insides of my thighs. “Yes,” he corrects me.
“Yes, Rollo.”
“No ...”
My back arches. I fist the sheets. “Yes, Wyvern.”
Chapter Twenty-ThreeRoland
Admiring how well and thoroughly fucked Vanessa looks sprawled out across our bed is the greatest moment in my entire fucking existence. She’s a wreck. There’s cum absolutely fucking everywhere, and I chuckle at just how bad it looks. Sweet, composed Nessa with her library full of books all listed in alphabetical order by title and a spice rack that requires frequent visits from her label maker is now lying on her stomach, legs spread, one knee hiked up giving me torturously perfect access to her pretty pussy, that molten center dripping with the products of three of my orgasms and five of hers ... She looks perfect. Too perfect.
And I can’t help myself.
I’m barely awake, the urge to return to the bed and drop onto my knees right behind her too strong to ignore. From there I collapse forward onto my fists, my gaze trained on the snarl of her hair. I lower my weight onto her, feeling so damn ... good. Yesterday’s headache is gone, as is the subtle itching surrounding the cartography lines across my ribs and chest. My angry nail beds feel soothed. I am soothed as I surround her in the dark of her bedroom.
I kiss her shoulder. Her eyes are still closed, lips still slightly parted in sleep, and she releases a contented little moan.
“Gonna fuck you again, baby.”
“Mhmm,” she says, struggling to open her eyes.
“Keep ’em closed. I’ll be quick.”
She smiles. “Pervert,” is what I think she mumbles, but the sound breaks up over her cry as I slide inside of her. She’s hot as a brand, which doesn’t seem right at all considering that I’m the one made of fire. The feeling of her velvet heat closing around my cock is heavenly.
“There is a God,” I moan into the back of her neck. Laughter flutters from her lips, which I claim in a kiss.
“Mhm! Morning breath!” she squeaks. I laugh. I couldn’t care less.
My hand moves around her body, sliding beneath her weight until my fingers find her clit. Careful with my claws, I pop her hips up just enough that I’m able to massage that little nerve bundle in gentle, gentle strokes. “Oh my gosh, Rollo, I ... can’t ...” Her eyes are still shut, lids squeezing together, fists clutching the crumpled sheets in desperation.
“You come so fast in the mornings,” I laugh into her ear as her whole body starts to clench up and her core squeezes around the length of me. I don’t hold back but slam my hips forward, my hips meeting the lush curve of her ass. She’s boneless beneath me, so fucking beautiful.
I come deep inside of her body, my cock twitching in absolute rapture. My back muscles are bunched, the backs of my thighs rigid. My balls jerk up against my body, feeling her heat brush against them in places. My cock jerks and jerks, and a pressure somewhere along the top of my erection makes me worried that I’m gonna come again. The sensation passes, with some coercion from my brain telling me to get up and get off her, otherwise I’ll stay here forever.
My face tilts up toward the ceiling as I slide out of her, my cock tingling a little bit, feeling strange, but maybe that’s because of this feeling in my chest. This lightness and wonder. Thisdesperationto want to breed her again. My torso wavers as I kneel above her. Restabilizing myself, I look back down at her beautiful body—mine—and spread her cheeks apart with my hands just to watch my cum inside of her body. I smile, filled with a primal male satisfaction.
“What are you doing?” she breathes.
“Enjoying myself.” I lean forward and bite her right ass cheek. She jerks, squealing a little, and when I pull up, I notice that my teeth have left indents in her skin. Strange. I didn’t think I bit her that hard.
I massage the space I bit, and when I glance to her face, I see her smiling as she settles back into sleep, sunlight peeking from around the dark curtains and stroking her face in shades of holiness. Satisfied, so fucking satisfied, I manage to actually back away from the bed, successfully this time, and head to the bathroom.
There’s a swagger in my step. Not sure if it’s a swagger so much as it is a lurch. My fucking bones ache with how badly I’ve wanted and needed her, and having her has just about killed me. Wrecked? Is that what I thought of her? Wrecked doesn’t come close to the male that she’s made of me. And it feels so fucking ...
... good ...
I swing into the bathroom, flip on the lights, and look up to see the creature in the bathroom watching me. Red skin, horns, and fuckinghuge. The thing looks like a goddamn nightmare. What the fuck is it doing in Nessa’s house? In our bathroom?
I jerk back, rage casting shadows over the pleasure still lingering in my chest. The fact that this massive thing has interrupted such a sacred moment of peace for me makes me burn even hotter.
“You dare ...” I roar. My eyes fill with fire, and I attack, a fist of flame launching from my mouth toward the creature standing right in front of me. How dare it come this close to my fucking girl ...
