Page 116 of The Dragon Warlord
Boldly, I wrap my leg around one of his, needing my own claim on him. I wonder if he’d allow an omega marking?
Releasing my lips he buries his nose into my neck, relishing in his own scent that has returned to me. Not that it ever left, but another dragon’s hand leaves a mark. He’s erased it. When he pulls back, I smile at him.
He’s still angry enough to tear down a city. Not at me. Not even at Major Henley. On the principle that I was touched. I fucking love it. He’s … he’s perfect. Gods I wish there were less dangerous ways to rile his jealousy.
“You’re not leaving my sight.”
Tonight? Tomorrow? Forever? I don’t know for how long he means, but all of it’s good with me. He yanks my trousers up only enough to trap his come there, leaving my aching cock on display. His hangs over his laces.
That was inside me. My cheeks flush with delighted embarrassment. “What are you doing here? Father said—”
“The dragon lord said I wasn’t to set foot on the training fields. This is not the training fields.” Though he has to cross them to get to the portal that takes him here and we both know that. In other words, he wanted to come to me, and he didn’t give a fuck about anything else.
I’m already smiling, but it widens enough to break my face.
Scooping me up bridal style, he spins, jacket flaring, and heads for the nearest portal.
* * *
Back in his room, our clothing is shed quickly. With the fire lamps lit, I can view every line of his sculpted body from where he’s placed me on the bed. The doors to the deck are open and I shiver at the cool air. Even with sex racing through me, I’m cold. I often get cold at night, but this time it’s because I haven’t eaten.
He’s flaming hot. I want to melt against his skin. Acting as my shield from the breeze, he lies on top of me. “I’m conflicted,” he says.
“About … about what?” No. No conflict. I don’t think I can go back now.
“I wanted to give you a nice first time, not take you like an animal, but you enjoyed that.”
A smile cracks across my face. “So much. Oh, Tristan. That was sensational.”
“You didn’t even come. I was selfish. All of it.”
“But that works for me, Tristan. Serving you is what I like best.”
“Tell me you wouldn’t like to come, without lying,” he adds.
“Well, I can’t do that. I want to come, but I also like being denied for you.”
“I could take submissive lessons from you. So long as I live, I’ll never be that well-behaved.”
“You are for Alrik. I’ve seen you.”
His fingers find their way to my arse. I open wide for him, and he slips two inside. “On my cock, or with my hand? You only get one tonight,” he says.
Gods. Sweet Drakon. My heart rate quickens. “On your … on your cock.” My voice is soft, each word a whisper.
“Good. I’m going to make sweet love to you, River, if it’s the last thing I do.”
His fingers are gone and he’s over top of me now. My arousal is still at its peak and I’m doubly wet with my slick and his come leaking from me. He’s hard again and rams himself in with one push. It’s not the gentleness he talked about, so I know he’s still wound up, and it makes my heart stutter.
“You looked scared,” he says. “When you backed against the cave.”
He knows I was. “Yes, but not of you exactly. I know you would never harm me. I didn’t know what you would do, and it was a terrifying kind of excitement.”
“You’re perfectly odd, my dearest. I love it.”
Then there are sweet kisses, and he slows his pace, his thrusts are languid, almost sleepy, but they’re punctuated with strong pressure to my prostate, and I struggle to restrain.
“Don’t you want to come, Omega?”
