Page 83 of The Silent Mountain
Favian smirks, starting to unbutton his shirt and shrugging it off, before getting out of his pants. I look at his perfect body. There is not one single flaw about him, whereas I look just normal. “Hm,” I say. “You win. You are the hotter one.”
“I disagree,” he answers without missing a beat, walking towards me and putting his hands on my waist. “You are perfection.”
“Don’t you think my breasts are too small?” I ask, looking down at my body and eyeing them. I always did a lot of sports and, like my mom, I am on the flatter side, unlike my two sisters. Favian doesn’t allow me a moment of self-consciousness, though, and instead cups one of my breasts in his palm.
“Look how perfectly they fit,” he says smugly.
“Maybe you just have small hands,” I point out.
Favian snorts, but grows serious just a moment later. “They are perfect,” he tells me. “You are everything I have ever wanted. I can’t imagine any other woman with me anymore.”
“I…” I swallow nervously. “You know I was in love with my best friend who passed away, so it would be a lie to say that I never imagined someone else but you. I did want her, but you gave me a reason to move on. I thought I could never love someone again, but now it’s like a part of me has healed. I hope you don’t think I love you less. It’s not the same.”
Favian smiles and pulls me into his arms. I let him lift me up and wrap my legs around him. He carries me to his bathtub like that until we are both covered in the warm water. I don’t pay attention to it, but continue to straddle his hips and kiss him.
Favian grabs me by my waist and pushes me away gently. “I don’t think I will have my beast under control,” he says, looking severely disappointed in himself. “I won’t be able to stop.”
“Good,” I say, taking his face between my hands and tilting it upwards so that he looks at me. “I want to be yours,” I whisper. “Make me yours.”
I don’t need to ask him a second time. Something in his eyes flashes, and for a moment, I look into the reptilian eyes of his dragon. “Hello there, my beast,” I say, grabbing his face again and kissing him.
Favian’s hands grab my waist, spinning us around so that the water splashes everywhere. I couldn’t care less about any mess we create. I just wrap my legs around him tighter, pressing my body against his, enjoying the way he hisses and growls at any contact between us.
The hot bath is forgotten and will go into history as the shortest bath ever taken by two people. Favian grabs me again and lifts us both out of the bath. “Let us dry off first,” I laugh, amused by the way his eyes flash once again, and his dragon clearly looks disgruntled.
Favian’s rational side wins over, and he uses a towel to dry us in record time. “That’s good enough,” he says. “We will get wet again anyway.”
I smack his shoulder. “Gross,” I tease.
Favian’s lips curl into a smile, and he pulls me into a kiss. Unlike before, it’s soft and gentle, his hands brush over my neck and sides before one starts massaging my breasts. “I love you, Warrior Princess,” he says.
“I love you too, Dragon King. And now…” I wrap my arms around his neck. “Make me yours. And don’t dare to tease me tonight!”
“Don’t worry,” he says before lifting me up and scooting me into his arms. “My beast won’t let me anyway, he wants you and Ros so much.”
At that, Ros can’t hold back anymore and pushes forward. She slides her fingers through Favian’s long hair before grabbing some and tugging at it, so that he has to tilt his head backwards. “And I want both of you,” she growls. “I want to mark you.”
With a snarl, Favian’s beast comes forward, grabbing Ros by her chin and pressing their lips together. It’s all too obvious that she enjoys it, melting into his touch, before Favian gains control again. With a couple of more steps, I land on our bed. I turn on my back just in time to see Favian kneeling above me, and swiftly, he pins my hands above my head, sending a shiver down my spine and making my core clench with want. “Favian,” I breathe out, arching my back, a moan leaving my lips when I feel his lips wrapping around one of my nipples. His teeth scratch the little bud, making me shiver and moan.
Favian lets go of my hands, before moving downwards between my legs, making me grab the bedrest. “Like I said,” he purrs, while forcing me to spread my legs for him. “So wet.”
I want to retort with a teasing comment, but it gets stuck in my throat when I feel his tongue licking over my folds. “Oh fuck!” I curse. I had some experiences in my teens, but no one has ever licked me. The sparks of the mate bond make this so intense, and I can’t help but shiver. My reaction spurs Favian on further. I can feel two of his fingers inside me while his tongue moves over my clit. The sensation is so intense it makes me want to press my legs together, but Favian’s hands stop the movement, forcing them open again.
“Tell me if you don’t like something I do,” he says, a hint of concern in his eyes.
“Are you crazy?!” I gape. “Continue! It feels-“ Another moan leaves my lips as Favian’s tongue continues its assault on my clit while his fingers keep fucking me. I have never been that wet for anyone. It should be embarrassing, but I couldn’t care less. I just want him so badly.
With my emotions all over the place, it gets harder and harder to keep Ros under control. She comes forward eventually, pushing herself up on her elbows and grabbing Favian by his hair again, tugging at it. The gesture clearly takes him by surprise. “Fuck us!” she demands. “And mark us!”
His eyes gloss over, before turning into the yellow slits of his dragon. With a growl, he pushes Ros’s hand away, grabbing her legs and turning her over. I use her moment of surprise to push her back again, feeling the strong hands of my dragon mate holding me by my waist before he pushes into me in one move.
“Fuck, Favian!” I moan, resting my forehead on my arms while his hips start snapping forward, his dick pushing into me relentlessly. After a couple of minutes, his movements become more controlled again, and without pulling out of me, he manages to turn me on my back. I instantly wrap my arms and legs around him to feel him as close as possible.
“Fuck, you and Ros are so beautiful,” he pants. “I can barely stay in control.”
“Not so easy for me either,” I breathe out, my eyes set on my new goal.
“Do it,” he says. “Go first.”
