Page 103 of The Dragon Warlord
“No! You haven’t. I’ve never done this before and I’m …” I don’t want to admit it, afraid he’ll stop, but it’s important I’m honest about this. “I’m nervous. You have three amazing Elven husbands who know everything there is to know about this kind of thing. I’m here wondering what counts as dirty.”
I’m still spread wide for him, and his face is still near my crotch. He lifts my nuts to press a gentle kiss near my taint. “I was just like you when I married Corrik.”
“You were?” I’m surprised to still learn new things about him after a decade of knowing him. I want to know everything.
“I was,” he says, licking up my inner arse cheek and under my nuts. “Dirty is subjective and what you view as dirty will change. But for the record, I think licking slick off your cock is fucking dirty. That’s why I did it. I told you I want to destroy you. That goes for all ways. I want to debase you. And own you. And make you feel me in your bones.”
Shiver doesn’t begin to describe what goes through me. “Please.”
“Tonight, I just want to do this. I need to at least try to go slow, okay?”
“Of course.”
“Now please stop thinking. You’re managing to bruise my ego and I didn’t think I had one anywhere in the realm of Corrik.”
I laugh. “Sorry, Alpha.”
A finger dips inside and hits something way at the back. No more thinking happens for a while.
He slides it in and out as he sucks. “That’s better,” he says. I think he says, but there’s no way to be sure. I’m incoherent, lost to pleasure I didn’t know could exist.
“Did you use toys in here when you played with yourself, River?”
I don’t know how I can blush with his finger in my arse, but I do, my cheeks heating to dragon-fire levels. “N-No, sir.”
“No? So, nothing’s been in here at all?”
“N-Nothing.” I have gathered slick for masturbation sessions, but I didn’t go inside like he is now.
“Good. This is just mine then,” he declares, staking another claim on my body. His bite mark on my neck was the first place. I think of it like an island that belongs to Tristan. It’s not even my skin anymore, it’s his. I don’t touch it ever. Not on purpose. There has been a handful of times I’ve touched it by accident.
“All of me is yours, Alpha.” He can have all of me.
Between his savage sucking and that gentle finger, an orgasm builds. It wanes when he pops his mouth off, leaving my dick to the cool air as he slides his finger in and out. I don’t want to look like the newbie I am, but I’m wild with arousal. I want to have the self-control he must have.
“You’re thinking again. What did I say?” He can’t cover the smile in his voice.
“No thinking, sir.”
“Mhm. But you know? That wasn’t a fair request. I’ll do better. Sorry, I’m not very good at this topping thing. I can ravage you but topping in the way I mean is different than me simply sticking my cock in you.”
“Please don’t be sorry, Tristan. I love all of it.”
“I love when you call me by my name. Everything you’re doing is perfect,” he says, lifting one of my legs, pressing his finger in, and gliding it out again. The thrill of having him inside me—any part of him—lights me with buoyant joy. “I love your responses. I’m greedy that way. You don’t have to hold back.”
Don’t think I could if I wanted to. I whimper and moan with his finger’s thrusts.
“I’m going to make you come hard now, Omega. Let go for me. Let me see how gorgeous you are when you cry out my name.”
He covers my cock with his mouth again and this time I’m on the precipice of hell, wanting so badly to go over the edge, but not quite there yet. He is an expert with that tongue—fucking mercy—and I’m just … I’m … he’s mine too. I know it was the stars who wrote it this way and they chose me for him and him for me.
I’m too wrapped up in my gooey thoughts to notice Tristan’s stopped sucking me until I find him staring. “I must be out of practice,” he decides out loud.
“No. It’s just I … Warlord? I love when you’re doing that. It feels sensational. And it sends me spiraling to…” I can’t finish that sentence. It’s too much for anyone let alone the man who thinks I only want him because of magic. How could he think that? I don’t understand. I get it in theory, but can’t he feel me like I feel him?
“To what, River?”
He’s still playing with my intimate places and I’m still enjoying, on that lovely edge of orgasm, admiring his muscled physique. I cover my eyes when I realize he’s waiting for an answer. “It’s too embarrassing. Please don’t make me answer that.”
