Page 27 of Hunted By the Wraiths
The head of his cock pressed against me. Hot. Hard. Right.
I sank down.
The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. Too much. Not enough. He filled me completely, the ridges on his shaft dragging against every nerve, sending sparks up my spine.
We both froze.
His scales exploded into emerald. Not flickering. Not fighting. Just pure, vivid, bonded color flooding across his entire body like someone had flipped a switch.
The thrum became a roar.
“Gods,” he said. Or tried to say. The word came out mangled, barely human.
I couldn’t speak at all. The sensation was too much. The physical fullness combined with something else. Something deeper. The bond completing itself, reaching across the gap the Consortium had carved into him.
His hands gripped my hips. Hard. His claws pricked my skin, just this side of breaking it.
“Move,” he said. “Please. I need?—”
I moved.
Lifted up. Sank back down. Slow. Deliberate. Taking him to the hilt.
His whole body shuddered. The emerald held. Blazing. Beautiful.
The roar in my head grew louder. I felt the feedback loop starting. My pleasure echoing into him. His pleasure echoing back. Building on itself.
I set a rhythm. Slow at first. Rising and falling. Learning him again. The angle. The depth. The way his ridges caught and dragged.
He couldn’t thrust. The wounds prevented it. So I did all the work, and the control was intoxicating. Watching him pinned beneath me, unable to do anything but take what I gave him.
His breathing went ragged. “Faster.”
“No.”
“Maris—”
“My pace.” I circled my hips. Ground down. His cock hit something inside me that made me gasp. “My rules.”
He made a sound that might have been a laugh or a sob. “You’re killing me.”
“Good.”
I leaned forward. Braced my hands on the wall beside his head. Changed the angle. Rolled my hips.
The new position let me take him deeper. Let the ridges on his shaft drag across different nerves. Let me control every inch of the friction.
His head fell back. The cords in his neck stood out. His scales rippled, wave after wave of emerald racing across his body.
“Look at me,” I said.
He did. His eyes were unfocused. Desperate.
“I’m here,” I said. “I’m real. This is real.”
“I know.”
“Say it.”
