Page 26 of Fake Dating the Dragon
Asher moves behind me, and there’s a change in his breathing, “I could help you, like before, if you promise to be quiet.”
I turn my head and whisper, a breath away from his lips, “I promise.”
Slowly his fingertips drag over my pajama top, they catch along the bottom hem and pull the material up as his palm finds the edge of my breast, those smooth, scaled fingertips teasing my nipple into a hard peak.
Asher kisses my neck down to my shoulder, his low moans setting me on fire. “You’re so soft.”
The sensation was like sinking into a warmth bath, heat spreading through my body until I’m arching my back begging for more contact. I pluck his hand from my breast and direct it down under the waistband of my shorts.
His large fingertips snake under the elastic of my panties until he drags a single digit through my folds and over my already aching clit.
I bite off a whimper, pulling my lower lip between my teeth to silence myself.
“You promised you’d be quiet.” He whispers in my ear.
“I—”
Before I can react, Asher shifts and positions his large membranous dragon wing over my side of the bed. It blocks out the moonlight and causes his voice to echo slightly.
“We don’t want to wake up the rest of the house, do we?” He drags his finger along the seam of my pussy to gather my slick then circles my clit with firm strokes. “I love how you’re always so wet for me.”
I let my legs fall open and move my hips to grind up into his palm, greedy for more pressure, the blunt tip of his claws a tease along my entrance.
“Hmm, is that what you want?” He asks. “Do you want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”
I close my eyes and nod.
“Tell me, Princess. Tell me what you want.” He groans in my ear and kisses along my jaw.
“Yes,” I whimper, “fuck me.”
Asher continues to rub my clit, his circles slowly move lower until he slides his finger to its hilt, before pulling it back out, repeating until I am rocking into his thrusts. He laughs, the sound low and addictive, then hooks a second finger into my pussy and draws out a moan.
The pressure of his palm against my clit winds me tighter, and my orgasm takes me by surprise. I have to bite my lips again to keep from crying out until I’m nearly panting.
“Such a good girl.” He whispers and slows his movements, then his fingers slip out of me and cup my pussy possessively. “Get some sleep, Princess.”
I want to protest, but I close my eyes and fall asleep, safe in his arms with his wing draped over me.
THIRTEEN
Asher
“You coming down?”Penny asks, looking at me expectantly.
“Yeah, give me a couple of minutes.” I reply.
She hovers by the door, her hand grips the handle then releases it, “Hey, so about last night.”
I shake my head, “Don’t worry about it. I’m not expecting anything.”
“Oh.” For a moment, it almost looks like her expression falls, but then she smiles. “Yeah, I wanted to make sure we’re on the same page. I mean, I would have done the same for you.” She blushes immediately and then slips out the bedroom door. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
Why is it so hard to tell her I want more? Oh, I know. It’s because I’m not some sort of asshole who is going to make this entire holiday about himself. I’m here to support Penny, that was part of the deal, and it’s what I promised her from the beginning. After last night, I’m second-guessing my plan.
I open my suitcase and dig out the small light blue jewelry box from underneath my clothes, Penny’s Christmas present.It’s nothing big, only a necklace I found a couple of days ago downtown. It looks shockingly similar to Penny’s description of the Amulet of Luck from our Dungeon Raider game.
When I saw it, I remembered the look in her eyes when she had used the amulet to defeat her first enemy alone. Part of me wanted to bottle her joy and excitement, hoping the necklace can continue to bring her luck even if this ends.
