Page 62 of I Dream of Dragons
I suck again, using my tongue to caress the hard length that’s lodged inside my mouth, spicy and hot like fire, and he curses. He jerks my head back harder, my scalp stinging, and the snarl on his pretty mouth makes me wonder if Phaethon managed to get ahold of his mind regardless.
His hips finally snap forward, driving his cock harder into my mouth, and my eyes water. I can’t breathe. I should be panicking.
But my body likes this. The throb between my legs becomes more insistent, a pulse going through me. A bolt of pleasure.
I gasp, moan around Jai’s cock. My core contracts, flooding me with another wave of pleasure.Oh Gods…
“Motherfucking hells,” he breathes, “I can fucking smell you, I can’t…Fuck…”
He comes in a salty rush down my throat with a strangled grunt. I choke on it, swallow it greedily, choke some more, until the pressure eases as he pulls back an inch or two, letting me breathe.
I draw back, mentally filing my body’s reaction for later, to re-examine it at my leisure. If I ever get the time.
Was this Phaethon? Because if this is Jai’s rough side, I wonder how much rougher Phaethon’s will be. And if I’d take it. If I’d like it.
Given that I don’t feel much for Phaethon except for this curious lust, while for Jai, I… I feel too much.
His harsh panting matches mine. His lips are pulled back, baring his white teeth, the canines slightly crooked and sharp, his dimple flashing cheekily, and the sight shouldn’t make my heart flip like that.
Why? Why does the sight touch something in me? Is it…?
“I smell your release,” he rumbles.
Really? Is there anything he can’t smell about me, is?—
“Delicious. I want to lick it off you.”
And he wastes no time before laying me down on the bed and parting my legs, his smile turning wicked, gaze hot as it rakes over my exposed flesh, where I’m hot and wet and…
He dives down and his rough tongue, like a big cat’s, drags over every sensitive part of me, making me gasp. Then his strong fingers dig into my thighs as he shoves them further apart and gets down to it in earnest.
Licking. Sucking. Stabbing with his tongue deep inside of me, making me arch and writhe.
Oh Gods, oh Gods…
It’s too much, I just came, I can’t take it. The rough stubble of his jaw against my aching skin. The hint of teeth as he torments my clit. The growl of lust as he adds a finger, angling it inside of me, reaching deep, stroking…
“Jai!” I arch so high up my hips leave the bed completely, struggling to stifle another cry as I clench and clench, the pleasure stealing the light from my eyes for long moments.
He releases my legs and crawls over me to kiss me, share my taste with me. “So damn delicious,” he growls against my lips, panting hard. “Need you,makhair, I?—”
A creak is all the warning we get before the door slides open and a woman steps inside the room.
A familiar woman with a white cap on her head and a white apron, the uniform of the palace maids.
Her gasp is so loud, it bounces against the walls. “Gods! My lady, I… I apologize.” She covers her open mouth with her hand. “It’s just… the banquet … your gown…”
I choke on laughter at her round-eyed expression as Jai pulls away. Slowly I sit up. “Daria… Can’t it wait?”
“My lady.” She curtsies, her face crimson. “The banquet is almost upon us and you still need to bathe and we need to find a gown for you and alter it to fit you and… and my lord Athdara.” The crimson on her face deepens to puce. “I, uh, I’m sure my lord wants to prepare himself for the banquet, too…”
Athdara, that is, Jai, who is still kneeling beside me, his now softening cock still hanging out of his pants. He’s making no move to tuck himself back inside.
To be fair, his dark eyes look dazed. As dazed as I feel, sitting on the mattress, damp between my legs, and the scent of sex strong in the air.
“My lady,” Daria says again, a note of pleading in her voice. “We have very little time.”
I can now hear the chatter of more voices outside. More maids, probably.
