Page 65 of Dragon's Code

“No one touches you and lives to tell the tale. You’re mine.”

The possessive edge in his voice should scare me, it should send up red flags, but it doesn’t. I know that he’ll only hurt someone who truly deserves it. Maybe those men should’ve been given their due process, but I don’t care. Kashton did it for me, and I accept it. I’m not sorry those men are dead. Just like I’m not sorry he ruined my father’s life and his fortune.

Kash kisses me fiercely. His mouth easily dominates mine and I love it. I love how he touches me, commands me and my body to react and swoon just for him. I press into him and kiss him back just as fervently.

Our bodies come together in a rough tumble of hands, clothes being torn off, and nipping, biting, sucking, and licking in the process of exposing skin. It’s almost like we’re battling it out on the bed for dominance. In the end, Kashton easily pins me to the bed and kisses me until I’m breathless, moaning, and writhing against him.

He captures my wrists and locks them above my head with one of his hands while the other strips off the rest of my clothing. “I’m never going to tire of having you naked and beneath me.”

His eyes rake over every inch of my body as he takes his time just visually devouring me. He squeezes my captured wrists. “Don’t move these.”

He releases me but I keep my hands in place as if he’s still holding me prisoner to his every whim. He kisses down the side of my face to my mouth and kisses the breath out of me again before moving along my jaw, down the slope of my throat. His tongue laps along my skin as he moves down over my clavicles, down my sternum to the top swell of one breast, taking my nipple in between his teeth.

I watch him as he bites and sucks at my nipple and my breast before kissing his way up the other mound. He’s driving me crazy and I forget about my hands until he bites me hard on my hip. “Hands, my goddess.”

I quickly jerk them back up to where they belong. He soothes where he bit me and kisses his way across my pelvic bone. I’m a panting mess, begging him to fuck me, but he just keeps his slow, torturous pace of eating up every inch of exposed skin. Like he’s got all the time in the world.

Never mind the council of dragons in the hotel who needs solutions or the army outside demanding that supernaturals all be exposed or the spy in the basement prison. Never mind that there are other humans in danger because they’re potential dragon mates. Never mind that the world could be ending around us. Right now, it’s just the two of us.

He slides two fingers into my cunt with a forceful thrust, curling them right into my g-spot, causing me to buck roughly in his hands. I grab the comforter with my hands still above my head trying to anchor myself while he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, and then latches his mouth around my clit. I gasp and arch even higher off the bed. The pleasure is nearly painful as he sends me over the edge quickly with an orgasm and then doesn’t relent, spiking my body into more arousal and pleasure.

While I pant and wriggle through my second orgasm, Kashton molds my body into another position. He plops me on top of him, my legs straddling his hips. His cock is right at my entrance. He steadies me at the hips as I lower myself onto his dick. He’s big and I feel a pleasant stretch as he fills me up. Once he’s fully seated inside of me, he grabs my hips and holds me in place as he fucks up into me roughly.

My tits bounce as he thrusts up inside of me over and over again. The passion in his eyes and the dirty words that drop from his perfect mouth. It all sends me over the edge again.

He rolls me onto my back and then he finishes deep inside of me. “I can’t wait to really breed you, my goddess.”

That makes me blush hard and another small contraction of an orgasm around his dick makes us both moan.

We shower together and head back to his bed since we made a mess of mine. We get into bed and Kash falls asleep as he should since he just fucked me like a champion. I wait to make sure that he’s really asleep before I get up and sneak back into my room.

I quickly get dressed in something functional and comfortable. A pair of capri yoga pants, a form fitting tank top, and I pull my hair up into a tight French braid that’s never let me down. I take my cell phone knowing it’s not going to do me much good without Jerrick’s secret wifi, but better to have it if I need it.

I head down to the lobby. It’s quiet. With the militia outside, it’s not surprising people are holing up in their rooms, trying to wait it out. I can’t imagine this situation is going to stay civil for much longer. The fact that the government isn’t swooping down with their own tanks just makes it clear that we’re on our own. I’ve checked the news and there’s been no mention of it, but with the cell service knocked out and power and wifi being down, no one is posting to social media, no one is able to call the police. Maybe they paid off the police to have their backs or maybe the police are out there with them.

Jonathan’s the only one around. I step up to the desk he’s behind.

“Miss Athena, how may I help you?”

“I left Kash a note, but he’s going to come tearing down here and probably try shifting to come after me. Do whatever you can to stop him. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Jonathan studies me for a moment. “You’ve made up your mind?”

I nod. “I’m not a dragon yet. I need to help if I can and my gut is telling me to do this.”

Jonathan gives me a sad sort of smile. “I will pray for your quick return and I will keep Mr. Wystan from shifting and going after you.”

I return a stressed smile. “Good luck with that.”

When I turn around, Raphael is standing there. I gasp, but don’t have time to do anything else. He grabs my wrist and then I’m being pulled and lifted, the hotel lobby turns into a swirl of color where nothing feels tangible.

I close my eyes shut when my stomach turns like I’m getting sea sick or something. I can’t feel Raphael’s hand or my own body. Then it’s like I’m being squeezed out of a toothpaste tube.

The world wobbles in front of me until it all solidifies as does my body. A wave of nausea overwhelms me and I nearly keel over from it. Raphael lifts me into his arms and carries me to an office chair, the type you find in a CEO’s executive office. Expensive, leather, and sturdy. As I regain the feeling of owning my body, I take a deep breath and then I glance around my area.

At first, it appears to be a conference room, but when I turn, I see the wall of glass and the servers behind the glass.

“Where are we?”

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