Page 22 of Betrayed By Dragons

Just like that, the stone around us shifts and morphs. A wall rises out of the ground, and my entire body pulses with an energy I've never felt before. The Shadow Bracer hums with sympathetic magic, but the power isn't coming solely from my cool, magical accessory.

I look to Jianyu with wide eyes. "Did you do that?"

He blinks. Breathless, he says, "I think we did."

He's right. I can feel the role I had to play in the magic, but I can feel his energy, too. Our combined power flavors the air, and it's a rush.

"I didn't know," I babble.

"Me, neither." Wonder colors his tone.

What else can we do together? What new powers am I unlocking as we speak?

All that time I've spent with High Priestess Fang, working to harness the magic I've gained by accepting the bracer. But what if that's just the tip of the iceberg? What if my connection to Jianyu is magic, too?

What about my connection to Rafe?

I can't think about any of it right now. The high of creating magic with my mate lends a new depth to the connection flaring between our bodies. Our mouths crash together once more, and he grinds into me. Sparks shoot from my clit up my spine and back again, and I bite down on his lip. It's too hard, but he groans in pleasure and shifts his hips against mine again.

His searching hands push at my top, and he almost tears the fabric getting it off me. My bra follows. I breathe in relief as the cool air hits my naked breasts, followed by the heat of his palms. He cups my tender flesh, rubbing and twisting at my sensitive nipples, and it feels so good.

I arch into his touch, and he takes it as the encouragement it is. He kisses down my chest before taking my nipple between his lips. The heat of his mouth sends shivers racing all along my flesh. My pussy spasms with need, and I clench down around nothing, close to coming just from this.

He switches sides, giving my other breast the same treatment. Then he's dipping lower, tearing at the button of my pants. I shift, tilting my hips up, helping him strip off the rest of my clothes.

Naked on the rock, I draw him in with my legs. He falls to his knees, and I shiver, throwing my head back as he gazes at me.

A part of me wants to shy away. With the frenzy of extended love-making sessions with both him and Rafe, we've never taken the time to truly explore. Jianyu is an expert at making me come with his mouth, though, and the anticipation has me squirming. Fresh slickness gathers at my entrance. When he runs a finger through my swollen lips, I gasp. He circles my clit with a fingertip, stoking the flames of my need without pushing me to the edge, and it's exquisite torture.

Only when I'm nearing a breaking point does he take mercy. He leans in, breathing in my scent. A twinge of self-consciousness dares to creep in again, but he lets out a moan of pure pleasure.

Then he slides his tongue up the length of my opening. The first flick of a lick against my clit has me hooking my ankles behind his head. He dives in with gusto, and there's nothing to distract me from the delicious agony.

Collapsing back onto the rock, I let go. He purses his lips around my clit and sucks, then dips down to press his slick tongue inside. I was already on the cusp before, but with his expert skills, he has me writhing in ecstasy within moments. The feeling gathers deep in my belly, and I don't hold back. I angle my hips, and run my hands over his scalp, trying to steer his hot tongue back to my clit. He obliges, and light bursts across my vision. He licks and licks in an irresistible rhythm until I tense and moan, and then he presses a finger into me, crooking it upward.

I shatter in an instant, breaking around him and shouting his name.

"So fucking beautiful," he growls against my pulsing pussy.

"Come here." I scrabble at him, trying to pull him up toward my mouth. I clench down around his finger but it's not enough. I need him--need his cock, need the utter completion of having him inside me in the most intimate way a man can be.

He tortures me for a few more moments, pushing my orgasm higher and harder before finally relenting. He takes his damn time, though, kissing up my body as he rises to his feet. His mouth is wet with me when he slides it across my nipple, and I groan, pulsing inside and so empty I could scream.

"Please," I beg, because it's worked so well so far today. "Please, I need--"

"I know." He fumbles at the fastenings of his trousers before finally getting them open, and then his cock is falling out between us. Its huge, hard, heat rubs against my inner thigh, and I reach between our bodies to wrap a hand around his girth.

He feels so good in my hand, so full and big, but he'll feel even better when he's buried inside me.

I guide him to where he needs to go. His blunt tip presses against my opening, and I try to impale myself on him, but I have no leverage.

He's the one to pull back. To look deep into my eyes.

And then to press so impossibly, perfectly inside.

My mouth drops open at the stretch. He's always huge, but the fullness feels even more insane right now. I gasp and groan, trying to make myself accommodate him. He bottoms out at last, and I squeeze down around the enormous thickness splitting me open.

"Amazing," he groans, kissing my slack mouth. "Feel so good, Ember."

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