Page 47 of Burned

He barks out a laugh and then nuzzles my ear, using his thumb to work on a particularly stubborn knot behind my shoulder blade.

“I could make you snickerdoodles every day, trays and trays of them if it would please you.” The promise in his gruff, gravelly voice is almost enough to convince me that this is more than just a fantasy, that I reallycouldhave a dragon so obsessed with my happiness that he would bake me cookies every day and spoil me rotten.

“What about you?” I ask. “I want to know one of your secrets too.”

He hums, finishing with my back and sliding his hands around to my front again, no longer massaging but simply exploring. His soapy fingertips dip under the water to tease the lines of my abs, his lips dragging lazily along the back of my neck. Our connection quivers with things that make me tremble and gasp, things I can’t quite put a name to.

“I’ve dreamed of having a fated mate since I was barely more than a welp, even though back then, I believed they were nothing more than a fairytale.”

The longing in his voice and in our connection makes my breath catch. I crane my neck and catch his mouth in an awkward but sweet kiss. Our lips find a slow, steady rhythm and his hands wander even lower. A little voice in the back of my mind warns me that what we’re doing is dangerous. Not because I think Lord will harm me, but because we’re pretending too well and it’s getting harder and harder to imagine walking away.

I twist in his arms, water sloshing around us and splashing over the sides of the tub as I turn to face him. It’s a tight fit, but I manage to straddle his lap, our hard cocks bumping against each other under the surface of the water, our kiss deepening now that I don’t have to strain to reach his mouth. I drag my fingers through his hair and lick deep into his mouth, swallowing the smoke flavored moans he feeds me.

His wet hands roam my back, the water dripping from his fingertips turning to steam with each stroke over my skin. I roll my hips, the water keeping me from getting enough friction with his cock against mine. It’s a delicious tease that leaves me more desperate for him with every thrust.

“My treasure,” he murmurs, nipping at my bottom lip. “My Viking,” he purrs, licking back into my mouth, his chest vibrating with his dragon’s contentment.

Little sparks of fire dance between our lips again. Lord kneads my ass cheeks while I run my hands over his chest, teasing his nipples and mapping all of the planes of his body that I can reach. The water churns and splashes all around us with our grinding and groping, our muffled, half-bitten-off moans echoing through the bathroom and hanging heavily around us just like the steam rising from the tub.

He slips his fingers between my ass cheeks, teasing them around my rim. My inner muscles flutter and clench, my cock pulsing eagerly against his. The way he strokes his fingers over my hole it’s like he’s petting it with loving strokes, and the hot water lapping at it makes me crave his tongue licking me open and getting me ready for his knot.

Maybe our connection is strong enough that he can feel that specific horny want pulsing through me, or maybe he’s getting just as frustrated by the way the water is blunting the friction as I am. Either way, Lord stops playing with my hole long enough to grab me by my thighs and lift me out of the water. He stands without so much as a strained grunt and I wrap my legs around him, trusting his strength.

We don’t break the kiss as he steps out of the tub and carries me across the bathroom, leaving wet footprints in his wake. He doesn’t stop until we reach the bedroom. My back hits the impossibly soft bedding and Lord hovers over me with a filthy smirk on his damp, swollen lips.

“Did you know I can shift body parts independently?”

My eyes widen. “Uh, no, that wasn’t in the training manual.” My gaze drops to his already massive cock. “But honestly, I think your human cock will get the job done just fine. Your dragon is pretty damn big.”

He rasps a laugh and claims my lips again. He forces my mouth open with his tongue then drags it teasingly over mine. I thrust up, trying to meet his cock, but he holds himself just far enough out of reach enough that it’s impossible for it to be satisfying. Our tongues meet, dancing and tangling, and then, to my surprise, his starts to get longer and thicker. Instead of a somewhat clumsy human tongue, it starts to move against mine agilely, in complicated swirls. Suddenly, I understand what he was getting at a minute ago.

My prostate throbs and my hole flutters eagerly.

“Oh,” I pant. “Yes. Fuck, yes.” I arch up under him again, desperate for friction.

Lord chuckles, grabbing my hips and flipping me over in a single motion. The bed hasn’t even stopped bouncing before he grabs my ass cheeks in both hands and buries his face between them. I inhale sharply with surprise as he snakes his lizard tongue around my balls first, stroking and teasing them before wrapping around the base to tug them away from my body. Heat like I’ve never felt before ricochets through me, and I claw at the sheets, grinding my cock against the silky fabric and leaving it slick with precum.

Lord releases my balls and licks through my crease, grazing my hole without pause, then reversing course and licking in the other direction to tease me all over again.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, shoving my hips back to beg him for more.

He does it a few more times, glancing over my quivering, needy hole until his saliva is running down my crease and pooling around my heavy balls. When he finally zeroes in on my entrance, I bite down on the pillow to muffle my shout.

“Don’t you dare keep those pleasured sounds from me. I’ve earned them and I want them,” he growls, sounding barely human. He nips at my ass cheek and then laps at my rim again with his hot, nimble tongue.

I grind against the bed and let loose a loud moan this time. He rumbles with satisfaction and shoves the tip of his tongue inside of me. My eyes roll back and my toes curl. I’ve been fingered, rimmed, and fucked plenty of times in my life, but nothing has ever felt like this before. His tongue is dripping wet and so dexterous he has no problem at all finding my prostate, flicking and tapping it with the tip until I’m gasping and vibrating and fucking the bed like my life depends on it. The only thing that keeps me from unraveling is the promise of his knot.I want to know just how wide it will stretch me. I want to know what it will feel like pulsing against my rim.

“Please,” I pant. “Please, fuck me. I need your knot, Lord.”

He eases his tongue out of my hole, leaving me gaping and desperate to be filled again.

“Balriss.” The word is a hiss around his dragon tongue. “My name is Balriss.”

“Balriss,” I groan, shoving my ass back towards him. A hazy memory about the importance of a dragon’s true name teases my brain, but it’s lost too quickly to desire.

He makes a satisfied sound and moves into position. His cock is leaking so much precum that it smears across the back of my thigh and over my ass cheek. He grabs my hips to pull me up and I let out an embarrassingly horny sob when the head of his cock nudges my hole.

“I may knot you the second I get inside this beautifully tight hole of yours,” he warns.

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