Page 70 of Whisper Woods

“Maybe you should make me.”

Rafe takes my bait, falling on me with an angry snarl. His tongue is rougher than I expected when it drags over my stomach. Angry nips and bites soon follow on his path to my neck. If we’re not careful, he’ll draw blood. Not that I care, except the danger it holds. We’re too close, he feels too much like mine as it is.

It gets hard to remember that, to remember that we aren’t claiming each other. That we are not mates. Especially when his tongue laves over my nipple again and again, his teeth scratching my chest.

I cry out at the sensations buzzing through me, louder than I mean to, loud enough to be heard throughout the house. His throaty chuckle, darker with his change, tickles my chest as he makes his way to the other side to give the other tender bud the same treatment.

I feel as though I’ve died and gone to the ether. To suffer for the rest of eternity. My cock aches, my knot beginning to swell, my hips desperately humping air while my feet scramble for purchase. It’s all useless, though. There is nothing I can do but let him lick white hot trails over me.

White noise fills my head when Rafe’s teeth clamp loosely on my neck, arough hand pulling my head to the side to allow him better access. I’m so far gone I don’t even notice he’s released my hands. I’m not sure when it happened, but I manage to surprise him again, wrapping my arms around him to spin us.

Now he’s the one sprawled against the plush bedding. I take the barest of seconds to enjoy the victory before I slide down his body and take the head of his cock in my mouth. The taste of him explodes like fireworks through my senses, and I stretch my jaw to its very brink to take him as far as I can inside my mouth. The heavy weight of the plates against my tongue brings an odd sort of peace to the restless frenzy of need inside me.

Focusing on breathing through my nose, I bob my head on his cock, experimenting with how far I can go. In this form, his cock is not as long, but the sheer girth of it prohibits any fancy tricks. Instead, I focus on giving what I can fit all the attention I can, using my hand to stroke the rest in time with my mouth.

My free hand strokes the rest of him, everywhere I can reach, mapping out this strange and beautiful new body. Where it’s smooth, where it’s rough. Where it’s sensitive. His eyes are locked on me, watching me lavish his majestic dragon dick with enthusiasm. But I don’t miss the way they narrow, and the jerk he tries to suppress when my travelling hand brushes over a sensitive nerve in his hip.

I want to explore that ticklish spot some more, maybe find some others, but that’s going to happen another day. Because there are other things to explore on Rafe’s body. Like the slit between his thighs. With a wink, I pull off his cock and slide down lower on the bed between his thighs, my shoulders pushing them wide apart.

His hand—which had been tearing at the comforter—cradles the back of my head while I survey the scene before me. Those plates travel the length of him, all the way into his sheath.

Leaning in, tongue wide, I lick the place where his cock disappears inside himself. At the touch, his body arches in on itself, his thighs coming up to clamp my head in place. Clawed fingers urge me back toward him. I had every intention of stroking him off at the same time, but somehow he’s managed to take the upper hand. All I can do is wrap my arms around his legs and do as I’m told.

He tastes sweeter than I ever could have imagined. I lap at his folds, driving my tongue as far into the warmth of him as I can while he grinds himself almost painfully on to my face. The muscles in his thighs spasm and tense, threatening to crush my skull, but I’ve lost all sense of self-preservation. I mean, what a way to go?

Accepting my fate, I dive in harder, burying myself in the taste of his sex.

“Vylushkiva—fuck, kushinavya. I need—I need—” I know exactly what Rafe needs. I unhook one arm and manoeuvre myself so I can slip two fingers inside him, stroking the length of his cock, deep inside his sheath, while I continue to lick and suck the throbbing base.

Rafe squirms under me, writhing and rolling his hips in a staccato rhythm.

“Fuck me. Now. Please.” The hand on my head tugs me, the death grip on his thighs loosening. Rafe all but drags me up his body until his snout digs into my throat—his tongue, and teeth nipping at the strained cords of my neck.

My cock brushes against the slick heat of him and I almost come undone there. I wish I could kiss him, as I sink inside him. But I can’t, so I satisfy the urge by licking a wet trail against his neck, relishing in the unique feel of his scales against my tongue.

So different from anything I've ever experienced. So perfectly Rafe.

His guttural moan racks through him as I bottom out inside his sheath. I have to grit my teeth until they almost shatter to hold myself back.

Those claws of his sink into the flesh of my back, his hips drawing up, encouraging me to move. And so I do. Drawing back my hips and sinking into him, again and again.

“Yes, my kushinavya, you feel so good. Make me feel so good. Yes.” Rafe’s praise pushes me closer and closer to the edge. The warm heat of his core, the pressure of his cock against mine inside of him, the feeling of his claws scratching down my back, digging into my ass to drive me into him harder and harder.

Our heavy pants fill the room, accompanied by the slick slapping sound of my cock plowing into him. It feels good, so fucking good. I can feel my orgasm building, it’s right there, firing through all the nerves in my body, balling at the base of my spine. My knot swells with each return, filling Rafe even moreimpossibly full, threatening to seal us together.

“Fuck! No!” I’m not ready to come yet. I need to feel him inside me. Need to have him take me over completely. With more strength of will than I’ve ever shown in my life, I pull out and throw myself to the side. My chest heaves as I drag in gulping breaths. Screwing my eyes tightly shut, I drag my hand over my face and scratch at my beard. I’m sweatier than what I realised.

“What are you doing, kushinavya?” Rafe’s scratchy growl washes over me, and my skin floods hot and then cold again. “I was so close, Seff.”

I feel him shifting on the bed beside me, and then his claw tips walking their way down the hyper-sensitised skin of my abdomen to grasp at my cock.

It pulses in his calloused grip, a thick river of fluid flooding from the tip. If I thought the rough grasp of his hand was good, the rough scratch of his tongue is mind blowing when he uses it to scoop up my mess.

A soft purring sound rumbles through his chest and I crack open my eyes to see his black, forked tongue licking his lips, a satisfied look on his dragon face.

“You taste delicious, my Seff.” The long reptilian slits of his eyes are wider now, blown out with wild lust.

“I want you. In me.” I manage to get the words out, but it’s a struggle. Existence is a struggle right now. I am just one horny ball of tension ready to explode. Rafe must be back near my cock because I can feel the rush of air from his throaty chuckle.

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