Page 53 of Dragon Thief of New York
I pull out, grab Otto, and throw him roughly onto the ground on his back. Shoving up his legs, I sink into him again.
Kat glares at me for leaving her.
I smile and wave a hand at Otto’s face. “Take your throne, queen.”
She gives Otto a hesitant look. He’s breathing hard, still recovering from so many orgasms in a row. Sweat glistens on his chest and slicks his brow.
“Sit on my face, beauty,” he says, voice raw and husky.
She stands, draws her shoulders back, and marches over to where Otto’s stretched out on the floor, kneeing over his face. I can see his release dripping down her thighs. He doesn’t hesitate. He grabs her hips and pulls her down.
“Good boy.” My thrusts pick up to a punishing pace. “Now make our mate come.”
He eats her out with such intensity that she wobbles forward and has to brace her hands on the floor in front of her. The position puts her ass up, right in my face, and gives me a perfect view of Otto’s tongue lapping up the combination of his pleasure and hers.
“That’s it, suck it all up, you greedy little cumslut. Shove it back in with your tongue. Make her scream our names.” With each word, I bend closer and closer, until my nose brushes her crack, and I’m joining Otto’s efforts, licking up the cum that’s dripping down her ass, eating her out from behind while she sits on Otto’s face and I fuck his ass.
There’s no more talking, just grunts and groans, just the wet slap of mouths and tongues.
Kat comes first, drenching Otto in a torrent of pleasure.
“Did you just fucking squirt?”
She falls to her forearms, tilting her hips even higher and lifting a few inches off Otto. She’s panting too hard to talk.
I shove a finger in her hot channel and feel the flutter of her continued release. As soon as it stops, I pull out and shove it in her ass at the same time as Otto shoves three fingers in her pussy.
“N-no ooohh. Can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” I time my thrusts in Otto’s ass with my thrusts in Kat’s, grabbing Otto’s cock with my free hand and jerking to the same rhythm. I grit my teeth, determined to get them both there one more time.
“You can. And you will,” I roar, unable to hold back anymore, but my loss of control is just what they need. As I fill Otto, hot cum spills out of him, shooting onto Kat’s ass. She jerks and shatters apart, toppling over as she comes.
We’re all breathing hard, staring at each other as our bodies relax. And then Kat laughs. A pure, joy-filled sound. Soon we’re all laughing on the floor of the Black Wing, letting all the tension seep out of us.
Once we’ve recovered a little, we pile into the little attached bathroom and shower. Taking our time soaping each other up, washing each other’s hair, holding each other, enjoying the afterglow of what we just did, limbs loose and languid.
And then Kat forgets again. Halfway through the shower, and reality comes crashing back in on us.
Chapter 29
Otto
“Mom!”Thebedroomdoorflies open without waiting for a response. “Ah! Sorry! I’m not used to—” Lincoln jumps back into the hall and slams the door closed. “Can you all put some clothes on and come out here?”
“We’re gonna need to set some boundaries,” Damian grumbles, rubbing his eyes. He’s not completely naked, since he didn’t want to freak Kat out again. He’s wearing grey sweatpants with no shirt. But since the blankets cover his bottom half, it’d be easy to make assumptions.
I’m still wearing my boxers, but my leg has kicked out the side of the comforter. Kat’s at least wearing the same sleep shirt she wore our first night together. I’d say we’re pretty decent as far as things he could have walked in on, but Damian’s right, we’re definitely gonna have to establish some new boundaries. Lincolnand Kat are used to being their own little unit, but that’s gonna change now.
Kat sits up, yawns, then notices Damian. Her expression tightens before going carefully blank. Hey, at least she’s not screaming this morning.
“You’re Lincoln’s dad?” she asks, brow furrowing like she’s not sure of the answer.
Each time she forgets now, she’s been able to remember being at the temple and talking to the High Priestess about Damian. But she doesn’t remember the man himself.
Damian nods cautiously. “Yeah. Hi Kat. I’m Damian.”
“Hmm, I really wish you could remember last night, beauty.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my side.
