Page 33 of Purple Scales & Coffee Tales

“What are you doing, sweetling?” he asked, yet palmed my ass automatically.

More of his cum flowed out of me in this position, and I started moving my core up and down the underside of his dick.

“What does it look like?” I mumbled, nuzzling my face into the buttery soft scales between his pecs.

“It looks like you are about to—”

“Rhetorical question, Scales.” I brought my lips on his, moving up so far I could take his blunt head inside my body. He was still hard as nails.

We both groaned when he slipped back inside, his hands gripping me tightly.

Taran ground me down on his cock, rubbing my sensitive skin over the thick bump.

Knew it.

I moaned, lifting my ass up a few times before letting him take over the rhythm. “Whatever that grinding thing is feels so fucking good, Scales,” I sobbed when the pleasure built up in me, spreading through my veins like Dragon fire.

“Sweetling,” he snarled, bucking his hips into my body. “You are pure perfection.” His hands caressed my rolls, groaning under his breath. “A goddess.” Then his fingers wandered up my arms, sliding down my bra straps. I managed to unhook it in the back, sneakily scratching myself, but mesmerised by the look of pure awe on his face as he took it off and raised his hands to cup my heavy breasts.

I whimpered into his mouth as he did something to my nipples, half a roll, half a squeeze, entirely ending me. Fast.

“Scales.” I was whining like a stupid animal in heat. But how. The. Fuck. Was I supposed to string a sentence together with my orgasm moments away?

“Yes, sweetling. I can feel it. You’re ready to come for me again.” His hand left my tit and burrowed into my hair. “Mmm, you love it when I play with your nipples, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,“ I groaned, nodding hastily.

He plunged his tongue into my mouth again, pinched me, and I fucking fell.

I cried out his name as my muscles squeezed around the thick elevations all over his dick and I ground my clit one last time over the bumpy bit at his base.

Taran’s ass snapped up, and he came alongside me, filling me to the brim with his hot cum. The warmth spread from there through every corner of my body.

“Making love with you is the best thing ever,” I mumbled when at last my cheek rested on his chest, the deep thrumming of two heartbeats luring me to sleep.

He said nothing, but gently kissed my brow and tucked me into his arms. The rumbling purrs added another layer to the sound, and I was out in seconds, sleeping so deeply he could have carried me to the end of the world, and I wouldn’t have noticed.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Taran

Sleeping with Maeve had been the highlight of my life. One might be inclined to say I had suffered a miserable existence, and it was true. I’d been lost before I’d met her.

Sleeping with her in my bed would become my second favourite thing in the world. Her soft body on my chest, the tiny sounds she emitted, they made my hearts squeeze in my chest.

After a few hours, she woke up, and I showed her to the bathroom.

“Mmm,so warm, Scales,” she grumbled happily when she pushed her icy feet between my shins and snuggled her cold bum against my cock, eliciting a crazy amount of restraint on my part not to rouse her again.

Let her rest in the cradle of my body, safe and sound.Perhaps in the morning she would grant me the honour of being in her again.

Goddess, I hope it wasn’t just that one night for her.

Every single night of my life I had woken up multiple times, had suffered nightmares or an abundance of thoughts racing each other in my head. From the one I had just spent next to Maeve I rose well-rested and energetic, ready to conquer the world, and perhaps that was the secret of my kind.

What could I have reached had I found my mate sooner and slept like this every night?

After gently moving her off my body and tucking her in, I quickly rinsed my body in the shower, got dressed, and padded down to the kitchen.

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