Page 50 of When Shadows Dream: Shadow Hounds

Jezzie blinked open her eyes, and her heart sped straight back up. Blood pumped through her sensitive body directly to her still aching pussy at the sight of him looking up at her from between her parted thighs. Her juices coated his perfect lips, and a whimper passed through hers. Oh, how she wanted to beg him to take her, to thrust his magnificent cock in and out of her until she broke into a million shattered pieces only he could put back together.

But she didn’t say a word, didn’t move as she waited for him to be ready. His smile was her reward, and holy hell! Her man had a megawatt grin. Enhanced by the short beard and mustache he now sported. She licked her lips and swallowed hard.

Instead of sliding up her body, he moved further down, ran his warm hands down her right leg, lifting it to place kisses behind her knee, and along the arch of her foot. He nibbled her toes before repeating the same decadent torment with her other leg.

Nithe made his way back to kneel between her spread thighs. Fire flushed her skin as his gaze raked over her nakedness, he flicked her clit with lazy fingers as he spoke, and his words sparked an inferno in her blood.

“Want to touch me, Jez?”

He had such kissable lips, the way they moved, the slight indent in the bottom one. Damn, she wanted to lick it so bad.

“Yes, Ni. More than you can imagine.”

“How, a stór? Tell me how you want to touch me?” he urged.

“I want to slide my hands over every inch of your skin, do the same with my tongue, along every dip and curve of you. I want, no, I need to run my fingers over the silky hard length of your cock. To explore the way it feels, tastes, looks, and the way it shifts. Such an intriguing talent you have there. One I want to explore, later. Right now though, I want to feel your cock deep in my throat, savor the taste of you as I suck you like my favorite lollipop, and only stop when you make me.” Her mouth watered at the thought of it all.

“Do it. Touch me, wrap your sweet lips around my cock, Jez.” The switch in positions was sudden, yet smooth, her legs straddled his thighs. “Now, a stór! Before I lose control.”

Gentle and slow, her fingers glided over the taut skin of his abdomen, up and down over his slightly hairy thighs. Taunting and teasing as she moved ever closer to the prize. Nithe’s thick, hard cock stood at attention, easily nine inches long, and all man. No sign of the strange dragon-like cock from earlier. Nithe’s natural cock was a thing of mouth-watering beauty.

Blood welled on her bottom lip, from where her teeth bit down to hold her back. Both hands wrapped around his girth softly, up and down, feeling every ridge, every vein. She swirled several drops of pre-cum over the bulbous tip, licking her finger slowly to savor the taste of him. His deep groan morphed into a rumble as she sensed the dragon in him surge forward. Lowering her mouth she flicked her tongue out to taste the tip of him, before she licked the underside of the head and traced a path around the edge.

Suddenly, her back met the bed. Nithe covered her body with his, her legs came up to wrap around his waist, leaving her bare, dripping wet pussy exposed to his thick hard cock. He pressed it against her throbbing core, rubbing firmly over her clit as her wetness coated him, silently begging him to end the torment, to take what she so eagerly offered.

“Are you sure, Jez? You want this?”

“More than anything, Ni.”

“You need to say it, a stór. I need the words.”

“Yes, Nithe. I want you. I want this. I want, I need, your cock to fill my pussy, and make me come just for you.”

“I’m not sure I can control my instincts, Jez. My dragon wants this just as much as I do. We need you, and when you talk like that, you shred my control to pieces,” with that said, he shifted his hips until the tip of his cock pushed at her entrance.

He entered her slowly until he was seated to the hilt, his cock filling her completely, stretching her, his deep groan warmed the curve of her neck. Impatiently she shifted her hips, seeking friction, movement, something more.

Holy fuck on a hockey stick! His cock seemed to grow larger, the base thickening, spreading her almost painfully wide, he held inhumanly still as he allowed her body to adjust. Her brain glazed over with desire, a fuzzy feeling—almost transcendent—clouded her vision. Without consent from her brain her hips shifted again, eager for more, desperate even. With every motion her pussy soaked his length, and dripped onto the sheets beneath them.

Mouths met, lips, soft and tender. Teeth nipped and tongues clashed. Passion poured from one to the other and back again. With one last barely there kiss to her jawline Nithe finally gave in and pulled away slightly, the tip of his cock almost leaving her, before slamming home. His eyes never left hers as he smirked confidently every time she cried out her pleasure.

Unbearable pressure built in her, but she didn’t want it to end, not yet, not without him, not this time. His pace picked up, driving her hard into the mattress. She didn’t care. More of him was all she wanted. Her shadows pulsed, on the verge of erupting from her skin. A few rogue tendrils slipped out to caress his balls with each pounding thrust. Her body tensed, his body stilled. Only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the silence around them.

Jezzie tried to lift her hands to cup his face, but couldn’t. A look at her wrists revealed they were pinned, one on either side of her head. Trapped between large, sharp claws buried deep into the mattress. Gold eyes shimmered down at her in place of Nithe’s usual amber and green, a clear sign his dragon held the reins.

“Mate of mine, your scent drives us to distraction. I cannot be without you. With you, man and beast become one, and you become our everything. Nod, if you agree.”

“Yes, whatever it is you both need. I feel it too. You have my consent, both of you.”

In an instant his teeth shifted into the sharp pointed ones of his dragon form. His lips caressed her skin softly. Her scream echoed off the walls as he bit down on the soft flesh above her left breast. Pain turned to sizzling pleasure as fire ran through her veins, her back arched off the bed as her pussy convulsed with the most intense orgasm of her entire life. Her shadows escaped, wrapping around Ni’s body, binding them together, glittery threads being woven between them as his hot cum shot into her, over and over again.

After what felt like an eternity later, Nithe finally rolled sideways onto the bed beside her. Not far though. Skin still touched skin and ragged breaths filled the room. Sweat slicked bodies began to cool, and yeah, the sheets under her ass started to get cold, and were most likely ruined, probably the mattress too, to be honest. Let’s hope they used mattress protectors in this place was her last thought as her mate’s arms pulled her close to his warm body just before post-sex, satiated sleep claimed them.

Chapter 26

Dreams of naked bodies twisted together in ecstasy. Of Jezzie and him. Of two other men. Strangers, that somehow didn’t feel strange. Such images had plagued Nithe’s sleeping hours. Yet only Jezzie’s voice had filled the silence. No moans of pleasure, save for hers. She’d said his name, but not theirs. So, he’d deduced they must be the men she’d mentioned earlier. She’d given him a small nod, as if she knew what he’d been thinking, and he realized she probably did. The bond was getting stronger, after all, and it was common, even for his kind to form such a link.

So, these were the unknown males. Was he nervous? Heck yes, he was. With no idea what it all meant, for Jezzie, or for himself, how could he not be? His kind took many lovers, sometimes more than one at once, but matings were seen as sacred things between only two. It had never mattered if it were male and female, or any other combination. Their society saw experimentation as the norm, most dragons were bisexual anyway. The belief instilled in their very DNA was that the Fates would ultimately choose your perfect other half. Nithe couldn’t deny that in Jez, his faith in them was justified. Even as he cursed them for his past.

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