Page 16 of Fallen for the Two-Headed Dragon

“My age does not bother you?” He squinted. She shook her head, her hand warm on his cheek. Her thumb swirled over the patch of scales under his eye. “I will have…difficulty when you are away.”

“I’ll always return.”

“Downshifting is not sustainable. You will spend a significant amount of time with a fully matured dragon.”

“Both of your forms are perfect the way they are.”

“Your answers please me.” He kissed her forehead and pulled her against his chest. “How are you able to see the good in everything?”

She was quiet for a few moments. When she spoke again, her breath was warm against his soft underbelly. “My mom came to America for college and wound up staying. She tried to convince my grandma, but she wouldn’t leave her home. When I was little and visited her, I saw how different things could be, all balanced on one decision. I don’t want to take anything for granted. There’s more to life than what we find ourselves attached to. Everything is always changing. I just go with the flow.”

“I’ve grown very fond of you, my treasure. I will always keep you safe.”

“I know.”

“I was wrong before.” He nuzzled his broad snout against her neck. “We belong together.”

Suddenly she was too far away. He needed her closer. Needed her all around him, below him, on top of him.

He placed the little container she used to store her sight enhancements in front of her. Once she was done, he nudged her down.

“You must be sore. Lie on your belly and I will massage your weary body.”

As she obeyed, he lifted the loose fabric from her legs and pushed it up to her shoulders. She squirmed to remove it altogether. He trailed his gaze hungrily over her curves, tracing the dip of her hips and the rise of her buttocks with his claw. The gasp and the trail of goose flesh his touch elicited sent a current of desire straight to his cocks, which twitched to attention. He wanted to grasp one in his hand to relieve the pressure, but he refused to turn a single sliver of his attention away from his treasure.

He kneeled beside her and kneaded her back and shoulders with his fists. Her breathy moans unleashed a torrential storm of primal desire that drove him to straddle her backside. He attempted to tilt his hips away so as not to invade her with his increasingly hardening lengths. He worked his way down, kneading and rubbing, until he reached her buttocks and hips. This spot was a particularly sore muscle for females, and so he kneaded with fervor, relishing the moans his touch elicited. He couldn’t help but wonder if those moans would sound similar if he were to massage her from the inside.

Unable to stop himself, he grabbed two perfectly round fistfuls of her cheeks and squeezed, watching the way her skin pulled apart at the seam to reveal two perfectly placed entrances. His treasure moaned even for this kind of touch, her back arching, moving the incredible sight closer to his rapt eyes and drooling mouth. Again he struggled with the urge to reach away and stroke himself, or to lower his head and press his long tongue along that seam, to swirl it inside of each entry just to taste the hidden treasures inside.

The part of himself that recognized her as his mate loudly commanded him to take her right now, to shove himself inside her petite cunt and spray her womb with his seed, only backing out to slam inside with his second cock and fill her with more.

With great difficulty, he continued down her thighs and showed cautious care to her injured leg. Then he climbed back up, kneading and working her muscles. When he reached her lower back and continued to rise, his top cock rubbed against the scorching liquid heat that coated her slightly stubbled folds. At this sensitive touch, he growled under his breath, warm smoke leaking through his teeth. Dana squeezed and lifted her hips, rubbing the balmy heat against his upper shaft and locking both his cocks between her thighs.

She repeated the motion, up and down, and on the next upward lift she pressed against his cock hard enough that her cunt blossomed open, spreading even more searing slickness along his shaft. Their moans mingled as she repeated the motion with a hint of desperation, her blessed nectar coating his cock with slippery juices. Rathym swallowed the smoke pooling in his mouth.

He allowed her to continue creating the friction she craved as he massaged her shoulders. When his cock was doused with slickness, he reached down and lifted it, settling it between the seam of her ass. He held it there with one hand as she restarted the rise and fall, wetting his bottom shaft from base to tip.

“You are going to make me lose control,” he warned. The fire in his throat bubbled like a boiling pot of stew, little puffs of smoke swirling from his nostrils. He was barely maintaining his downshift.

His warning only seemed to encourage her. He retreated a little in attempt to refocus on the guise of a massage, but she leaned up on her toes and tilted her hips just so. She was so wet and needy that the innocuous motion captured the tip of his bottom cock, nearly sucking him right inside of her dripping cunt. The walls of her tight hole strangled his cock, her tiny human pussy resistant to let him in.

Her startled cry held both pleasure and pain. Rathym slipped out of her and smacked her ass in reprimand.

“If you aren’t good, you’ll have to take these cocks before your body is ready,” he growled. “You’ll get yourself hurt that way.”

His treasure, ever defiant and oh so brave, rolled onto her side. She captured his cocks between her saturated thighs. Her gaze locked on his as she rocked her hips, her moist skin slipping over him deliciously. The gentle caress tugged at his tenuous control, but when he looked into her dauntless golden stare, he saw right through her ruse.

It was a dare.

A primal sound escaped his throat. The sound pierced his treasure’s thin veil of bravery, a flicker of her deeper need flashing across her beautiful features.

“You are not prepared for me.”

She might be determined, but she would not coerce him with false bravado. She didn’t know who she was dealing with. He would shatter her as many times as it took, and then he would let the fragments stitch together just to destroy her again.

He would ruin her for any other man or beast.

Chapter Eleven

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