Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
He ran his finger across his leaking dick. With his other finger still in my mouth and my hole still massaging his cock, he began to lick his own finger clean. “Fuck, Caleb, I can’t get enough of your precum. You get so fucking wet it drives me wild.”
“Only you get me like this.”
That’s when Maddox, voice rough with need, said, “They say dragons crave material things. But me? I crave the touch, the taste, the wild rush of having you, claiming you, over and over.”
“Oh, Madds, I’m so close. I’m going to come.”
“Do it for me, baby. Come for me. Make me blow inside you.” He started to thrust again, harder and harder. Skin smacking against sweaty skin. He bent down, lips finding my neck, my nails digging into his back.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I shouted just as he did the same, giving one final thrust.
A thrust that even my bed couldn’t handle, the frame cracking and the bed breaking, tilting us at an odd angle.
It didn’t stop me, though, my orgasm wrecking me as I shot rope after rope of cum, Maddox twitching and groaning as he continued to unload in my ass. If I had seen stars before, then I was seeing entire galaxies now.
When the moment had finally calmed, with Maddox still inside me, the two of us chuckling in relaxed bliss, Maddox looked around and apologized. “Sorry about the bed.”
“That’s fine,” I said, kissing him. “Guess I’m staying over your place until I get it fixed.”
“Guess so,” he replied, smiling as if he’d just won the lotto, matching the way I felt.
Chapter 22
Breaking Bed
Maddox
Breaking Caleb’s bed was the best thing that I ever could have done. Sure, I half-heartedly offered to buy him a new one, but he thankfully rejected it and decided to keep sleeping in mine. Of course, I still bought him a new bed and had it delivered and built while he wasn’t home, just because I didn’t want him thinking he actually had to go out and get a new one, but even when I surprised him with the news, he still stayed in mine.
Fuck. Yes.
Just the thought alone made me feel like I was flying, even in moments like these when I actually was flying. I flared my lips in a toothy dragon grin, unable to tamp down my emotions when Caleb ran across my mind. My wings caught a current of air and followed it, the Pacific Ocean twinkling underneath me.
Sleeping next to Caleb was a treat. But the real fun came when we weren’t sleeping. Caleb had just as big a sexual appetite as I had, and we spent plenty of nights discovering how perfect of a match that made us. We got off on getting each other off, which meant a pleasure-filled cycle of mind-blowing orgasms.
Today, I had woken up to his lips around my morning wood, his tongue getting me nice and wet before I even opened my eyes. It didn’t take me long to blow. He swallowed every last drop I gave him, and I returned the favor before we got out of bed.
Caleb had a long day ahead of him, so I was glad I helped him start it off right. He was going to spend the morning at Claire’s shop, where he was taking daily training lessons with Claire and her friend Ashley, another Marvel who specialized in blue threads of mana. I was proud of him. He’d already made huge strides with his training and it had only been two weeks. We decided we shouldn’t wait longer than a couple more days, though—especially since Amelia was getting worse by the minute.
He’d been training for hours and hours a day, sometimes getting back to the castle long after the sun had set.
He deserved a break. After Claire told me that lessons would be over by lunch, I decided that today I’d be the one to give him that break.
I dipped downward in the sky, aiming myself like a bullet, wings tucked to my sides and gravity doing most of the work. The street started coming at me faster and faster and faster until I tipped open my wings, slowing myself down enough to be able to flare them open. I caught a gust of wind in my wings and flapped, making a decently graceful landing in the middle of the street just before the light turned green.
I shifted into my human form and hopped back onto the sidewalk, only earning one annoyed honk. Pretty proud of myself, I entered the bright teal store with my chest up and my spirits high, sure that the training Marvels had likely seen my impressive landing through the windows. Today was going to be a good—
“Um, hello?”
No one was here.
“We’re in the back,” Caleb called.
Oh. Great.
I walked through the beads that divided the store, finding Caleb, Claire, and Ashley sitting around a table piled with books. There was a messy notebook in front of Caleb, an assortment of highlighters and pens threatening to roll off the edge of the table with the slight nudge. Claire chewed on her pen, offering me a friendly wave.