Page 36 of Dragons Of Shadow and Sea

Chapter

Eight

MALIK

“Is it always like this?" I gasp against her throat. The words come out ragged.

After we made love on the beach, I whisked her back to my home. In the shower, I washed the salt and sand from her skin and then drank from the perfect place between her thighs. Plastered to the shining glass tile, she tipped her head back and screamed her pleasure into the pounding spray. I fucked her again right there, and yet somehow, even after climaxing twice, I wasn't done. Neither was she. She turned off the water and led me dripping back to my room. She put her mouth on me, and I saw stars.

We've been at it for hours now, and neither of us shows any sign of slowing down.

Even now, we're laid out on a dry section of the sheets, my body curled around hers, rocking into her from behind. She feels incredible, tight and soft, wet and perfect, her insides gripping my cock like she was made for me--and she was.

"Like what?" she asks, breathy and hoarse.

It takes me a second to remember what I asked. I slide my mouth down her throat and scrape my teeth against the shell of her ear.

"Insatiable." I grasp her breast, flicking her nipple with my thumb and shuddering at the way that makes her pussy ripple around my cock. Gliding my palm down her side, I grip her by her hip, giving myself the leverage to lengthen my strokes. "Like I can't get enough--like I will never get enough."

I'm a man of strong sexual appetites. My stamina has never been in doubt. But I've never felt a hunger this intense before. I've never eaten course after course only to still be ravenous--to find every morsel a new, unparalleled delight.

And it pains me to ask. I don't want to think about it--don't want to even so much as imagine the idea. But I have to.

"With them," I ask. Her other mates.

She pulses inside at the very mention of them, and I try my best not to let that eat me alive. "Yes," she pants.

And it crushes my heart.

It also makes my cock kick with need.

I can't stand picturing her with the two of them, but I also can't deny that it turns me on. She must be majestic--a queen. Flashes of images assault me. Their hands on her skin, their mouths and cocks. Her bent over and taking it from them both, one after another.

Or both at the same time.

What would it be like to be a part of that? To share her?

Acid churns in the pit of my abdomen, but my hips slap against her ass faster, harder.

"Do you want them like that now?" I ask, destroying myself, but I need to know.

She laughs, the sound broken as she braces herself against my thrusts. With one hand, she reaches back, pulling at my face. She cranes her neck, and our mouths meet sloppily, messily.

"No," she promises. "Not right now."

"Thank the gods," I breathe against her lips.

"I'm with you, Malik." She drifts her hand lower to intertwine our fingers. She holds on tight, and I grasp back with equal force.

"But..."

"But I miss them. The way I feel for you--it's the same as how I feel for them. The way you feel... Right now..."

"It's how they feel." I fuck into her harder, angry at fate and at the gods and so grateful I could scream.

I get to be with her. I get to feel this. Our connection as fated mates is stronger than any other kind of bond on this earth.

But keeping my beloved from the other men she loves is cruel. Keeping them from her...

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