Page 184 of On Wings of Blood

Of course, if she’d really wanted me to stop all she’d have had to do was bite my hand or hit me. I’d have backed right off. Reluctantly, but I’d have done it.

I wanted her willing or not at all.

But she didn’t do any of those things. She wanted this. No matter how much she wanted to deny it. So I’d take the silent treatment. As long as it meant I could also take her.

Below us, the blightborn girl was moaning as she rhythmically rode up and down on the highblood man’s cock, her breasts bobbing with each rise and fall of her hips.

The masked man had returned his mouth to the girl’s neck and was feeding again. Trickles of red slid down the girl’s body and were smeared against her skin by his greedy hands as he grasped her breasts, her hips, her buttocks, urging her on and on.

Meanwhile, my fingers were sliding in and out of Pendragon, working her clit in small circles, as I matched the girl’s feverish rhythm below. My fingers thrust in and out of her tight, willing body as her breathing grew more and more ragged, her muscles clenching and tightening around my hand.

She was close now. So fucking close I could feel it.

“That's it,” I murmured. “Come for me, little dragon. You come when she comes. You can feel it can’t you? The power of it all. The sheer lust.”

I longed to lower my face between her thighs and taste her slickness. Would she taste the same way she smelled? Like brine mixed with jasmine? Like iron and salt?

I settled for driving her mindless with my fingers. I’d pleasure her until she broke, sobbed, cried out my name, muffling the word against my hand.

Her hips were rocking against me now, shamelessly riding the waves of pleasure I was giving her, lost in sensation.

The girl playing the Bloodmaiden was nearing her climax, too. Her cries of pleasure were filling the courtyard.

The masked highbloods had given up their semblance of stiff disregard. They were disrobing one another, forming pairs and trios and piles of naked flesh. Coupling one with the other, men with women, women with women, men and men, like writhing masses of tangled snakes. I lost count of the breasts and cocks and tongues spread out over the white marble floor, atop their discarded black cloaks. Only their masks remained, tightly fitted to conceal their faces.

“I could slide my cock into you right now, little dragon,” I whispered, unable to help taunting her. “I could fill you up, spread you wide. Would you like that?” I stroked my fingers in and out. “Would you want me to part your hips, slide my cock into your wet pussy? Would you ride me like you’d ride a dragon? Like that girl is doing down below?”

She gasped, her body jerking at the sound of the words. Just the idea of my cock inside her was doing this. I felt myself grow harder at the knowledge that I’d turned her on that much.

I circled my thumb over her clit as I rocked my hand against her, fucking her with my fingers as hard as I dared.

I felt her groan against my palm as her frame shook. She was close.

Down below the blightborn girl was, too. I watched as she arched backwards, her breasts damp with her own blood as she rode the highblood man harder and harder.

“That's it,” I whispered in my little dragon’s ear. “Come for me. That's what you’ve always wanted, isn't it? To come hard for me?”

I felt her clench around my fingers. The cliff was beckoning.

CHAPTER 43 - MEDRA

My head was swimming. Below us, the courtyard had become a blur of black masks and flowing naked flesh.

My breath came in shallow pulls. The bloodwine. It had made a haze of every thought, knotting my mind into a cloud of confusion and heightening my worst desires.

Letting Blake touch me had been a very, very bad idea.

I should have run when I’d had the chance.

Would he have let me? Or would he have held me here and forced me to watch?

It didn’t matter. Hehadn’tforced me. I’d stayed.

I hadn’t elbowed him in the stomach or shoved him away. I’d let him slowly undress me, baring my body to the air as he ran those strong hands of his wantonly over it.

Now he was inside me. Fucking me. His fingers thrusting in perfect rhythm. And all I could think about was how good it felt, how sweet the release would be when he finally let me come.

I was close now. My body was responding to him as if it had been waiting for this all its life.

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