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“Good.” I moan, wiggling my hips impatiently.

He presses harder against my entrance and the sheer size of his cock sobers me for half a second. The heavy pressure gives way to a stinging stretch that has me hissing through my teeth. He holds still, just the tip of his cock breaching me, giving me a chance to adjust. I clench my fingers around the sheets again and breathe in deeply, willing my muscles to relax into the stretch. He rocks his hips gently and through our connection, I can feel not just the lust coursing through him, but also myself constricting around his cock.

It’s like fucking and getting fucked at the same time. I clench down harder just to test the feeling, and blinding pleasure shoots through my cock just as Lord roars with his own pleasure.

“I can feel you,” I gasp.

“I should hope so.” His voice is strained but he manages to laugh.

“No.” I spread my thighs a little wider and rock back to take him an inch deeper. “I canfeelyou.”

The delicious fullness of him sinking deeper makes my thighs quake, but being able to feel the way my inner muscles give way and suck him deeper like they’re wrapped around my own cock makes my head spin and my cock drool like a broken faucet.

“Oh,” Lord groans.

He fills me slowly, one tortuous inch at a time while we both gasp and grunt and whine through the dual sensations. When he’s fully seated, my patience snaps. I press up onto my hands and start to fuck myself on his cock. He digs his fingers into my hips and the room fills with the sounds of the bed creaking and our shared moans. He meets my thrusts with deep, rough ones of his own, the two of us finding a frantic rhythm that has the water droplets still on my skin turning to sweat. My hair hangs in a wet curtain around my face and Lord folds himself over me so he can ravage me with kisses and nips and scorching licks that sear my skin.

Deeper, faster, more, more,more. This is all I need. Not a calling or a purpose in life, not even food or water or oxygen, all I need is this bed and Lord and I’ll be fine. Better than fine. I’ll behappy.

I can feel the base of his cock swelling bigger and bigger, tugging at my rim until it’s too much, until the aching pressure of it is just on the edge of pain. The sounds falling from his lips become more and more frantic, more wild, more desperate, and so do mine. Heat fills my gut and surges in my veins, my balls tightening and my cock throbbing so intensely I can’t be sure I’m not already coming.

“Balriss, beautiful dragon. So good. Need.Need.” I don’t even think I understand what I’m saying, but words won’t stop tumbling from my lips as I spiral higher and higher. Lord’s knot is too thick to pull out anymore, but that doesn’t stop him fromgrinding into me just as roughly, both of us right on the edge and so ready to fall over together. He slams as deep as he can and his knot reaches its zenith, throbbing against my prostate and stealing all the air from my lungs.

“Mate,” I scream as my orgasm barrels through me. No idea why I would yell such a word. Weird.

My inner muscles spasm wildly around Lord’s cock and I can feel every pulse and throb around my own cock. Jets of cum spray over the bedspread beneath me, shooting out of me so hard that some even paint my wrists and reach the pillows. Lord roars and pants, grinding into me, lost in our shared orgasm just like I am, the pleasure going on and on until I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

When my arms can’t hold me up anymore, I collapse onto the bed, taking Lord with me. My balls are drained, but my cock is still twitching, still pulsing with the ghost of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. And Lord’s knot is still thick and throbbing inside of me.

“Sorry,” he murmurs hoarsely. “It’ll take some time for it to go down I think.”

“You think?” I laugh weakly.

“I’ve never knotted anyone before,” he confesses, nuzzling the back of my neck.

“What? Seriously? Why not? If I had a knot, I’d be using it all the time.”

He falls quiet and I feel a twinge of guilt through our connection. I frown and crane my neck to look at him over my shoulder.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Lord sighs and kisses my shoulder. “Things that will only make it harder to let you go.”

I want to demand to know more, but the words die on my lips.

“Let’s nap and then order room service,” I suggest, wiggling around to get more comfortable, which you would think would be impossible given the circumstances, but is surprisingly easy.

Lord lets out a contented sigh, wraps his arms around me, and hums in agreement.

Chapter

Sixteen

LORD

Alrick stirring in my arms coaxes me back to awareness. I was snoozing blissfully, lost in a fantasy that all of this is my forever and Alrick will never leave me. My knot finally subsided, but we stayed tucked together, my soft cock resting against his supple ass, twitching with the need to claim him again that way, but we gave in to our exhaustion and slept peacefully on a soft bed.

Alrick groans. “I have to pee, but I’m so comfortable.”

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