Page 54 of Wrath

“Now, what’s the deal with those two characters?” she reflected, tapping her index finger on her bottom lip. “The King gives an advantage in battle. He is best known for his strong will and for granting bonuses when forming alliances. The Commander is known for his incredible wit which can give extra moves or an extra turn.”

Kwan stiffened and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

“Will and Wit! The horseshoe represents the letter U,” she said in awe as understanding dawned on her. “That makes the phrase: Will U ‘chemical reaction’ wit mi. And a chemical reaction can also cause a covalent bond.” Kwan pressed both her palms over her heart, a deep emotion crossing her features as she solved the puzzle.

“Will you bond with me…” she whispered, in a slightly trembling voice.

I disabled my stealth shield, revealing my presence a short distance in front of her. I’d never felt so vulnerable than in this instant. When I first planned this little game, I’d felt confident she would say yes. But what if she refused?

We started moving at the same time, walking almost in a daze as we closed the distance between us, stopping a hair’s breadth from each other.

“Will you?” he asked in a breath, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kwan’s lips quivered with emotion while her aura exploded in a rainbow of pinks and magenta that nearly had me come undone. She cupped my face between her delicate hands and gazed at me with a look of pure adoration that totally wrecked me.

“Yes, Wrath. A thousand times, yes. I’m crazy for you,” Kwan replied.

“My mate…” I whispered, drawing her into my embrace before claiming her mouth in a kiss filled with all the love and tenderness she stirred within me.

Our tongues danced together, and our hands reclaimed each other. Between caresses, we slowly rid ourselves of our clothes. Kwan was so perfect: delicate and yet sturdy, with the face of an angel framed by her long, silky mane, the slender body of a goddess, perky small breasts that always made my mouth water, a sensuous narrow waist that flared into the delicious curve of her hips, and that scrumptious round butt of hers that I constantly itched to spank.

Over the past couple of weeks, I’d learned all the things she liked, and she had proven surprisingly eager to discover what pleased me as well. While a part of me instinctively wanted to take charge during our intimacy, I didn’t mind giving her the lead when she claimed it. We were equal partners in every way. Even now, Kwan broke the kiss and, rising to her tiptoes, she started nipping and kissing my neck while clawing at my scales on her way down to my chest.

Within seconds, I knew where she was headed. That was not how I had intended this evening to go. I made to pick up my mate and carry her to the bed, but she resisted and cast a warning glance in my direction. When Kwan set her mind on something, woe unto anyone who got in her way. I certainly enjoyed her eagerness to pleasure me, but I always felt like it was my duty to sate my mate first before seeking my own satisfaction. I just tended to become greedy, pleasing her. Watching my woman fall apart under my ministrations was an addiction I never wished to overcome.

But all coherent thoughts fled my mind as my mate’s lips and hands traveled down the scales on my chest then traced each line of my abdominal muscles. When her tongue joined the fray, my legs wavered as a bolt of fire exploded in the pit of my stomach. She licked and nibbled on my belly button, which she had discovered to be very sensitive. However, her nails raking over the scales of my pelvis and upper thighs while she rubbed her face over my loin plate had me aching to release my confined shaft.

It was exactly what she wanted me to do. For some silly reason, I denied her, torturing both of us with some added anticipation. Just the thought of her lips on me had my head spinning. Kwan loved going down on me. And I sure as hell enjoyed it. However, it turned me into such a mess that I always feared it kept me from properly seeing to her needs if she did that to me too early on. My cock throbbed and pulsated, straining against its protective shell. Kwan’s angry growl—which really sounded more like a cute little kitten’s attempt at a growl—made it clear I had better ‘yield the goods’ before she punished me.

That meant her going down on me relentlessly until I climaxed twice.

Odd punishment, you would think. However, I liked reaching my climax inside of her, feeling her inner walls clamping down on me with her own spasms of ecstasy, feeling her writhing beneath me, clinging to me, her nails sinking into my flesh or clawing at my scales while her beautiful face dissolved in an expression of pure bliss. Relenting, I opened my loin plate, the scales splitting in the middle and sliding sideways to liberate my cock.

Kwan shivered, and her skin erupted in goosebumps as the scent of my pheromones filled the room. She purred as her hand closed around the base of my shaft, and her tongue teased the slit at the tip of my cock. My abdominal muscles contracted as she licked and laved my head, her hand slowly moving up and down my length. A pool of lava began to swirl in the pit of my stomach as she traced the rippling ridges along my shaft with her tongue in between strokes.

With the will of their own, my hips began to move with shallow thrusts in the caress of her hand. Voluptuous moans rose from my throat as Kwan tightened her grip, despite her fingers’ inability to fully close around me. She accelerated the movement, her tongue continuing to tease me while denying me what I wanted. My mate was both holding back to drive me mad with lust, but also punishing me for making her wait before I surrendered to her wishes. And then the inferno of her mouth at long last swallowed me.

I hissed with pleasure, throwing my head back as she began to bob in front of me, taking me deeper and deeper inside her mouth. My fingers slipped through her hair, fisting it gently while I battled the urge to pump back and forth into her face, but let her instead set a pace that she could handle. I ground my teeth while liquid fire ran through me as I neared the edge. My spine tensed almost painfully as I tried to hang on a little longer. But my wretched mate knew she had me. Kwan accelerated the movement further, one hand fondling and massaging my testicles and the other stroking me in counterpoint of her mouth.

“Stop, my love,” I whispered urgently in an almost pained voice.

That only seemed to spur her on further. Taking me deep at the back of her throat, Kwan hummed, the vibration sending me over the edge. I cried out, my body going stiff as my seed shot out into my woman’s mouth. The nails of her left hand raked the scales along my side, down my pelvis, and over the front of my thighs while she licked and swallowed every drop.

Head spinning, I watched my mate kiss her way back up my stomach and my chest, a triumphant glimmer in her eyes. That both amused me and stung my pride. I fully intended to one up her. Once I felt steadier on my feet, I slipped my hands behind Kwan’s knees, picked her up, and carried her to the bed while releasing even more of my pheromones. Her nipples pebbled and her stomach spasmed against mine. My mate was throbbing inside in response to the aphrodisiac properties of my pheromones.

And that was only the beginning.

Holding her tightly against me, I initiated my mating song, the direct vibration of my chest against hers increasing the effect of the subtonal chant that sent the sensitivity of her every nerve ending into overdrive.

I crushed her lips with a kiss while rubbing my once more stiffening cock against her core before finally laying her down on the mattress. I worshipped Kwan’s body with my hands and mouth, occasionally scraping the scales of my cheeks and forehead on her skin. I loved how she shivered and how her legs trembled every time I did that. I sucked and licked on the hard buds of her nipples, reveling in the divine sound of my woman’s moans as she arched her back to press her chest further against my mouth.

As I pursued my journey downward, I stopped to lick and kiss the terrible scar on her stomach. Kwan no longer stiffened or grew uncomfortable when I touched that reminder of the tragic event. After tonight, it would slowly fade away until only a memory of it remained. I finally reached my prize, and my mate’s fingers tightened on my hair. Her breathing accelerated as I gave her a bit of payback. My tongue licked her petals, teased her opening, and traced little circles all around her engorged little nub without ever touching it.

Her needy moan, almost painful in its frustration, drew a chuckle out of me. I inserted two fingers inside her without stopping my torture tactics. My shameless mate began gyrating, trying to get my mouth where she wanted it. But I pressed the palm of my free hand on her stomach, immobilizing her. The pleading way in which she moaned my name and her tightening grip on my hair finally made me take pity on her. With my mating song enhancing every sensation, Kwan cried out as soon as my lips closed around her clit. She threw her head back, and her legs shook as my fingers moved in and out of her, stretching her. With my mouth sucking on her nub, it took only moments for my woman to go off like a rocket, shouting my name.

Fuck me, I could never get enough of this. Releasing her stomach to hold on to one of her legs and steady its shaking, I feasted on my mate, savoring the tart taste of her while she rode her orgasm. I looked up at Kwan’s face without stopping devouring her. That look of pure ecstasy sent a surge of desire straight to my cock. It throbbed and ached to bury itself to the hilt in the tight sheath of my woman. The same fire Kwan had earlier ignited in my loins burned bright anew. But I wanted to make her fall apart one more time before I gave in to my own need.

As soon as she began to come down from her high, I crooked my fingers inside her and rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves. A strangled cry escaped my mate, and her body started shaking again. I sucked on her clit in a frenzy while my fingers massaged her G-spot until she fell apart again. Only then did I finally relent and climb on top of her.

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