Page 64 of Surge of Fire

He keeps his cock firmly inside of me while I spew out things I don’t even hear, and he sucks every inch of my neck, and then my breasts. He finally pulls his cock free when he marks my hips, my thighs, and the mound above my pussy. Every action only drives my desire higher, and by the time he starts fucking me, I’m orgasming over and over, having completely lost my mind.

When he’s finished, he seems to swell inside me until I’m choking on my own breath.

“What… what is that?” It happened last time too.

He shakes his head, kissing my throat. “I don’t know. I don’t think I can pull out until we’re done.”

As if it prove it, he puts my legs over his shoulders and starts to fuck me again. My hands tangle into the bedsheets, and it’s over and over again. Every time he comes, he stays hard and starts fucking me again. It isn’t until the fifth or sixth time that he collapses on top of me, and his dick seems to soften.

We’re both breathing hard, tangled together for a while. It’s then that I realize the bed is broken. Destroyed from the strength of our fucking, but I don’t even care.

This, this isn’t good, I realize.Something is changing between us. It’s not just about the sex. This is something deeper.

Something scary.

He kisses the space under my ear and chuckles. “You soaked the bed. Just like I thought you would.”

My face feels hot. “It’s not just me. That was like a bucket of cum!”

He shifts so that we’re looking into each other’s faces. “My cum. Which you love.”

I swat his shoulder.

He laughs and pushes a finger and rubs inside me, just a little, which causes me to gasp. “Go to the bathroom, but don’t fucking clean my cum off of you. I’ll change the bed.”

Getting up, I head for the bathroom, while he goes to rummage through some drawers. I watch his back, grab my phone, and hurry into the bathroom, feeling like I’m betraying Evander in some strange way.

When the door is closed, I’m still breathing hard. I feel alive, like every nerve in my body is in tune with his.

Then, I glance down at my phone and my stomach flips.Why does it feel like I just betrayed Aydan?I don’t know. We had one drunken fumble, a mistake. At least that’s all it was to him. I don’t owe him anything. Yet, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m doing something wrong.

It doesn’t matter what you did or who you did it with, it only matters that they’re okay.

Swiping my phone, I realize it’s only got thirty percent battery left and decide to start turning it off in between using it. Taking a deep breath, I check that the volume is off and start texting.

Are you guys alright? I managed to escape the green dragon. I stole a truck and tried to escape the mountain, but things got complicated. I’m trying to come back and get you. Where are you?

Holding my breath, I remind myself that there’s only a connection in a few places on this mountain, so even if they don’t respond, it doesn’t mean they’re not okay, but then my phone vibrates, and I nearly jump.

Where are you? We’re okay. We’re in a car in town, trying to find you.

My fingers are flying.We’re in a cabin just off of mile marker 64. But, listen, I don’t know what to do. The green dragon is a male dragon. It can track myscent. It finds me… irresistible. Some kind of mating urge. I don’t think I’m safe on this mountain. Evander says that his base, a place run by Specter Inc., knows everything about dragons and can keep me safe from the green dragon. I’m not sure if I should go there, but I know I’m not safe here.

It’s another minute of waiting before their response comes.Don’t trust him. We’re coming for you. We’ll get you off this mountain and find a safe place the green dragon can’t find you.

I’m about to respond when another message comes in.The radio is saying there’s a red dragon and a gray dragon too. They’ve been seen flying together…

My breath catches. I hesitate.The red dragon is me. The gray dragon is Evander. The guy that wants me to go to Specter.

He’s a dragon too?The questioncomes almost immediately.

Yes.

Then how does he resist you?

Fuck.I type. Erase. Type again.He hasn’t hurt me.

Time passes.Just hold on. We’re coming for you.

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