Page 122 of House of Ashes

“What makes you think my emotions are vulnerable just because we’re cuddling?” I asked, in the haughtiest tone of voice I could muster.

“Ugh.” He threw me on his bed. “You just have to be like that, don’t you? Well, here’s how it’s going to be: you’re going to cuddle. You’re going to be emotionally vulnerable. You’re going to get eaten alive, and you’re going to scream for me and love every second of it. Understand?”

I narrowed my eyes at him, rolling away and grabbing a pillow to shield myself with.

He plucked it out of my hands and threw it, then grabbed my ankle and pulled me closer. “Yes or no, Sera.”

Rhylan’s eyes gleamed with banked inner flames. It was the sight of him arched over me, muscles taut, keeping my ankles pinned so I couldn’t roll away, that decided me.

“Yes. But…I get to do…what you did. I want to do it for you.”

The banked flames flickered, and a slow, sensuous smile spread across his mouth. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” I licked my lips, wracked with both anxiety and anticipation, and slid forward. Rhylan didn’t stop me as I reached for his waistband, the bulge of his cock already visible and limned against the dark material of his pants.

He sucked in a slight breath as I pulled them down, letting my fingertips glide over silky skin and smooth scales. His cock sprang free, already stiff, a deep shade of golden-pink and smooth as satin.

I traced the scales on his muscular thighs, letting my fingers trail upwards until his cock twitched. With a slight smile, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, more than a little astounded that I’d taken all of it into myself already. He was much bigger than many of the dragons I’d seen before.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted plaintively.

Rhylan let out a breathy laugh. “Do whatever you want.”

He had tasted me…so I wanted to taste him. I tentatively stroked his shaft, feeling it throb in my fingers, and carefully wrapped my lips around the flared crown.

Rhylan groaned, his hips jerking, and he caught a handful of my hair. I hesitated, half expecting a yank or a hard push, like I’d seen some of the dragons on Mistward do to their chosen bed-mates, but…he merely kept a hand on me, letting me do what I wanted to him.

The tension melted from my shoulders. I focused on the slight salt-and-spice taste of him, the slickness of my tongue against iron-hard rigidity overlaid with silk.

At first I felt clumsy, but as my mouth slipped further down his shaft, taking more of him into my mouth, his soft panting breaths and groans eased my fears.

I sucked, letting my teeth gently graze him, and was rewarded with the sensation of his hard flesh throbbing.

“Gods, Sera,” he whispered above me.

In and out, in and out. I curled my tongue around him, desire thrumming through me, my pulse pounding in my ears. I cupped the heavy sack between his legs, watching his thighs flex as I kneaded and stroked, my tongue never ceasing.

As I felt the crown slip further into my mouth, Rhylan hissed in a breath, his fingers tightening. He withdrew himself, cock glossy from my own saliva, and started to push me back, but I halted him with a hand to my chest.

“I get to choose today,” I commanded. “You lay down.”

He paused, clearly debating an internal struggle, but finally relented, sprawling across the bed. My core tightened, anticipating the heat of the previous night.

“Fine, but that comes off.” He hooked a claw through the ridiculous night dress. “Skin and scales.”

With a smirk, I pulled it over my head and tossed it aside, then prowled up the length of his body until I straddled him.

His cock was trapped against me, nudging at the apex of my thighs. I shifted until his thick crown was positioned against him, and lowered myself onto him with a wriggle.

He slid in an inch or so, then my body clenched up.

“Go slow,” he said, gazing up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “Do what you want.”

What I wanted was to completely lose myself, to take all of him in a frenzy of wild heat, but…I wasn’t there yet.

So bit by bit, I worked myself onto him. When I slid to his base, watching with satisfaction as the hard ridges of his abdomen flexed, I leaned forward to kiss him.

His tongue slid over my lower lip, forcing me to open for him. My hips rolled against him, heat coursing through me in an inferno as I ground against the thick muscle of his lower stomach.

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