Page 41 of Under the Dragon's Spell
"Do you want to make a baby?"
Fuck yes, and screw the consequences. But I needed to ask. "What about the others?"
"Fuck the others."
I almost laughed at his unusual use of crude language. "I'd rather you fuck me."
"As you wish." He kissed the side of my neck, running both of his hands up under my shirt. I had to control myself not to squirm. Instead I let my head fall back and inhaled deeply. His touch felt like magic. Not the kind he did with his eyes, butstill entirely captivating, raising goosebumps on my skin and setting nerves on fire that I'd never been aware of before.
I raised my arms to help him pull my shirt off over my head. Then I went to work on his, which wasn't all that easy because I had to open some buttons. In my haste, I destroyed two of them before I got the shirt off him. He didn't seem to mind, though. He only growled low in his throat as I mapped the planes of his chest with my fingers, fascinated by his beauty, the raw strength I felt dwelling beneath his skin.
I'd thought of riding him before, but now I nearly drooled at the thought of lying underneath him while he pounded into me, feeling his power behind every thrust.
When he pushed me back into the sheets, I went down easily.
He followed me with his mouth, trailing kisses down my collarbone, then going deeper until he could tease one of my nipples with his tongue while pinching the other. I moaned softly, hoping no one would hear me and come to interrupt what we were doing, breaking the rules.
He went lower, reaching the waist band of my jeans.
"I promised you some marks," he said as he opened my belt and I lifted my hips a little to make it easier for him to free me of my pants. He pulled them down to my knees. Then he tugged my boxer shorts down as well and eyed my erection. It hadn't gone down any at his suggestion of marking me. "Would you still like me to fulfill that promise?"
Yes.
"I won't be able to keep quiet."
He grinned. Then he got up, strode to the door and turned the key in the lock. His grin turned feral. "I wouldn't want you to."
I damn near came right then.
He took off his pants. I stared.
Everything they'd said about dragons being well endowed was absolutely true.
For a second I considered whether being fucked by him would hurt, then I realized that I didn't care. As long as he looked at me like that—with his eyes full of hungry desire—he could do to me whatever he wanted. And then he came back to the bed and did just that.
He straddled my hips, took both of my hands in one of his and held them over my head as he lowered his mouth to my neck. His kiss was gentle at first, but quickly turned more intense as he sucked and scraped his teeth at my skin until the need for more pulsed through me with every heart beat.
Hold still.
The thought entered my mind as I started to squirm in his hold. I could have resisted his magic, but decided not to, decided to let him do his thing. For some reason, my body followed his command more than my own, and I stilled. At least until he wrapped his hand firmly around my hard and aching cock at the same time that he bit the sensitized spot on my neck.
I yelped and tried to thrust into his hand, not entirely sure whether this experience was pleasurable or painful, only sure that I wanted more of it.
"Like that?" Tyrel grinned at me.
In response, I bucked my hips again, but he wasn't moving his hand.
"Not yet," he murmured. "Keep your hands there."
He let go of me and moved down my body. Then he kissed the inside of my thighs, his face almost, almost touching the base of my cock. I sighed, trying to be patient. And then he started giving that spot the same treatment he'd given the one on my neck and all bets were off. I made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whine. His fingers dug into my hips as he tried to stop me from moving and his teeth joined in on the action. Oh, that was definitely going to leave a mark. My cock twitched angrily, feeling neglected. I squirmed.
"Ty…"
He made no sign that he'd heard my plea as his mouth kept working on the inside of my thighs, blowing cool air over the spot he'd tortured before moving on to one a little higher up. As he did that, his cheek rubbed my balls and I let my eyes roll back in my head and moaned.
That was when he returned one hand to my cock and treated me to firm but slow strokes. Along with what he was doing with his mouth, it was maddening.
He hadn't wanted me to keep quiet, right? That was good, because I couldn't. Being quiet was entirely beyond me as he used both his hand and his tongue to stoke the fire that was starting to burn within me.
