Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 136061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
“I don’t think my dragon would allow me not to be ready,” I said with a nervous laugh. Why did all of this suddenly seem so much more intense? So new, like I’d never been with anyone before.
Because you know he is finally ready, my dragon said. And you are ready. It’s about fucking time for that happy ending, I agree. Let’s start with coming. Goddess above, I sure wish they could fly. I want to get it on in my scales as we tumble through the sky. I want the dragon to get me with child, not the man. It’s fine, though; we can probably figure out how to ground-hump or whatever.
“Get going, Nyfain. My dragon is starting to get…a bit much.”
You like it, she thought.
He licked up my pussy again before running his hands across my butt and down the sides of my waist.
“I already want to fuck you again,” he murmured, kissing up the center of my back. “Good thing I can do that and work your scales at the same time. I’ve never done this with someone, so you’ll have to teach me what you like best. I’m not sure whether I’ll instinctively know…”
I was so wet that I could feel it dribbling out of me, along with our combined release. He eased his girth into my cunt, nice and slow, as a whisper of touch feathered up my right scales.
“Holy—” I clamped down on a scream of pleasure so pure that I didn’t even know how to describe it. “That’s good,” I said, pushing back into him.
“Hmm, I like this,” he said as he shoved his hips forward and hit me deep. “I’m going to fuck the cum out of you and then fill you up again.”
He was so wickedly filthy, and I was fucking here for it.
“Yes, Nyfain,” I said, moving my hips forward before pushing back into him.
He grabbed my hips, pulling back as he rammed in with a wet slap. He groaned, and then that whisper of a touch was back along the other scales.
“No, holy—”
He eased back out, and then slammed in, his cock punching into my wet cunt, his teeth lightly scraping against a scale.
“Fuck!” I blasted apart, blown up with pleasure, pieces of me probably all over the room.
I shuddered as he hammered his cock into me again, then again, hard and fast and obviously out of control.
“Yes, Finley, again,” he said, stroking up one scale with his nail.
“No—no! It’s too…good. Oh fuck—too much! Too much—fuuuuck.” I screamed with it this time, the pleasure pounding through. “Is this…what it always…feels like…for you?”
“No.” He was breathing hard, slamming into me, holding me down to keep me put so he could go harder. Wilder. Losing himself in it.
I was right there with him. It felt like I was outside my body, nothing but pleasure. Nothing but the feel of his skin on mine and his cock inside me.
He said a word with each pound of his unrelenting cock.
“Proper-mating-with-a-double-claim-is-supposed-to-make-it-more-intense.” He was breathing hard. I was grunting so loudly that I could barely hear him. “Imprinting-is— Oh fuck!”
The orgasm ripped through my body, and this one didn’t need the scales. He yelled out unintelligible words as he shuddered against me with a few more thrusts.
And then a new feeling settled over me. No—over us. A feeling of peace, and a connection deeper than before. It almost felt like we’d joined together as one. One heart, one soul, one being.
He pulled out, yanked away the pillow, flipped me over, and then re-entered me in lightning-fast movements before kissing me deeply, wrapping me in his arms.
“It’s happening,” he whispered, and swiped his tongue through my mouth before tangling it with mine.
It almost felt like the goddess herself was blessing our union.
“Just this once, I wish we were like the wolves and could knot,” he murmured against my lips, his hold on me insistent, both with his arms and the bond.
I’d read about that in passing but had been skimming. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the logistics. At least not right now.
And then magic curled around us, pulling tight one moment and snapping the next. A strange sort of filth seemed to gather in the air, drawn from everything within the room, and then it seeped out, leaving everything lighter, somehow. Fluffier. Almost like the air had been scrubbed clean with a fresh rain.
Nyfain pulled back to look at me, his eyes filled with wonder and pride. He smiled.
“We did it,” he whispered. “We lifted the curse.” He laughed, a relieved sound. “If you had any doubts about being my true mate, now you know for sure. You’re mine.”
He kissed me again, pure joy in the touch. I lost myself to the feel of him, relieved and thankful, knowing nothing but how I felt in this moment.