Page 115 of The Dragon Warlord
I’m usually around to make sure Tristan gets his dinner, but given the circumstances, I don’t head up to the tower. It’s not an official duty. Besides, I’ll see him tonight. I look forward to falling asleep in his arms.
“Omega Kanes? There you are. The dark wyverns are nearly through the warding again.” It’s one of Tristan’s majors. Major Henley.
“On it.”
We portal quickly through the sarsen stone arches that take us to the Loramir Caves where the dark wyverns we collected on our mission to close the veil are being housed, but by the time we arrive at the caves, dark wyverns are bursting through the small opening they’ve managed to peck through the wards. We work straight through dinner to retrieve them, and I use the last of my energy to reinforce the wards.
I’m wiping my brow when the old war major is squeezing me around the neck. It’s a good-natured squeeze and very innocent, but not only has he disobeyed Tristan’s “don’t touch River unless he’s in danger” order, but his fingers also graze Tristan’s bite. No one has done that … since the last time and it wasn’t pretty. I freeze. He realizes what he’s done, removing his hand wildly as I’m reeling over the sting of his fingers. They’re not Tristan’s and the magic knows. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. That was a rough job and I’m tired. I forgot who I was with.”
Tristan is a reasonable man, but our bond isn’t right, and he’ll react. He’ll smell Major Henley.I’mnot even allowed to touch the bite. “I don’t doubt it was an accident, Major Henley. It’s still forbidden.”
He nods. “I’ll report straight to the Warlord and accept the consequences.”
“I’ll talk to him first.”
“No need,” a familiar voice growls from the entrance.
Trembling, Major Henley bows before Tristan who just might rip his throat out with his teeth. He squeezes his fists, the struggle within him clear on his face, and turns to punch the wall of the old cave. There are two separatecracks. One is the stone and the other is something in Tristan’s hand.
And now the scent of blood is in the air.
“Get out. I’ll deal with you later,” he says.
“Yes, Warlord.” He’s up and scurrying off.
I back into the wall, fear sending all kinds of arousal to my cock. It’s something that only seems to happen around Tristan. “I didn’t know he was going to do it. I swear or I would have stopped him.”
He’s over to me in a flash and I open my neck immediately, the ultimate sign of submission. His next move isn’t a choice for him. His dragon is at the helm, and he strikes with his teeth into his bite on my neck, reclaiming me. I almost come in his arms. It’s so possessive and territorial. It’s all the stuff I desire. I hold back from coming since I don’t have permission, enjoying the sexual arousal and the utter delight that fills me.
Fingers are unlacing my trousers—Tristan’s—and every particle of my body sings to be owned by him. He’s not the only one affected by someone else touching his bite. I didn’t like it. I know it was innocent, but it was still violating. We both need him to erase it.
Slick’s already leaking down my legs. His teeth pop from my neck and he spins me so that I’m facing the wall of the cave. Dark wyverns screech all around us. “I can’t … I can’t stand it, River. I need to get him off you. I need … I’m sorry.”
He wanted it to be “special” and not up against the side of a wyvern cave wall. But that’s his version of special. Not that I wouldn’t have loved whatever plan he had, but this is what I want—wild, rabid dragon sex. Uncontrollable sex. Sex with a built-up momentum that’s unstoppable.
“I want it. Please. Please take me, Tristan.”Tristanfalls from my mouth easily for the first time. Either I’m getting used to it or it’s the moment.
It’s everything I want. Tristan is wild with need. He rips my pants down and barely has his own cock out before he’s pushing into me. I know that some creatures require prep time, but I’m a dragon. We were made for stuff like this as the animals we are.
“Uuuunnngggh. Oh, Gods. Oh, Mercy, Drakon.Tristan.”
I’m here and also lost. I’m nothing but a moonbeam of euphoria. The sharp head of his cock hits a Gods blessed place inside me and I’m rutting backward to chase him, so our two points can meet again. My cock calls to me. I reach to touch it only to be met with a stern growl and Tristan batting my hands away.
Tristan’s breathy pants whisper in my ear and I’m making enough sounds to rile the dark wyverns behind their invisible magical barrier.
“I own you, River,” he says.
“Yes. Yes, please. I’m yours. So much yours it hurts.”
“I’m going to fill you now, but you’re not going to come, you’re going to wait for me, aren’t you?”
Dammit.But yes. Of course, I will. “Anything.”
I’m well aware our sexual encounter is short, but he’s probably gone some time without coming and this was induced via possessive instincts. All of that makes it better. Fuck. So good.
“Good. I don’t want you to come while you smell like him. You’ll smell like me.”
My cock bulges and my restraint has to be legendary. Tristan lets go a dragon’s growl as his wet come floods my insides. I’m flipped around, already missing his cock inside me, whining for it, but receive a close second in his kiss. He’s too much and not enough.No.I’ve simply not had enough. I need more of him.
