Page 100 of The Dragon Queen

Whatever he had to say, it was cut off as I eased his aching length out. Hard, angry, and red, it was eminently male and demanding of my attention. I made sure to do just that. A little kiss on the head and he was hissing, his grip on my scalp tightening.

“You don’t need to do that.”

This was his secret voice, the one he saved for just me.

“Yes, I do.”

“Gods, Pippin…” I treasured that ragged prayer as I opened my mouth, licking up his length, then swallowing as much of him as I could. “Not too deep.”

I spluttered, my throat convulsing, but whatever devil drove me, it wouldn’t let up. I went back for more, and his hand curled around my throat, pulling me free and forcing me to stare up at him.

“I love you, lass, but you know that already. I don’t get to tell you that beyond closed doors, but I try to show you in everything I do.It’s all for you, Pippin, every single bit of it.” I went to reply, but a finger was pressed to my now swollen lips. “And that’s why I don’t want you choking on me. Open your mouth if this is what you want.”

I obeyed him without question and a peace settled over me. I didn’t need to claw at him to get more, because he’d always give me what I needed.

“That’s a good girl.” A flush of unexpected pleasure rushed through me. It felt like I was always working so very hard to try to keep up with a game I was utterly unprepared for. Just those two words made me feel so much better. “Gods, there’s nothing better than the feel of your mouth.”

He rasped that out as he eased his cock in, stopping me when I went to move my head. Instead, I was forced to close my lips around him, swallowing hard, a small rush of something salty telling me how he felt about this.

“Well, except for one thing. Walking around in rider pants, I watch those hips of yours swing and wonder if every other bastard seated around the general’s table is thinking what I am.”

“What?” I asked when my mouth popped free.

“Of wrenching down those pants that outline the shape of that sweet little arse.” The men spoke of earthy things when they were together, but never to me, and right now it sent a thrill through me. “Of propping one leg up on a table or a chair, or a windowsill, opening you right up for me.”

He stroked my cheek with such gentleness, all while speaking a kind of filth that would have a fine-born lady blushing. I knew that because my cheeks burned hotly.

“I think of sliding my hands between your legs, finding a wet little secret you kept for just me.” His thumb pushed my mouth open and his cock soon replaced it, moving back and forth with a methodical slowness, but never going too deep. “I’d play with the mess you made, then drop to my knees and do the one thing I wake up every morning needing to do.”

He stared into my eyes, even as my vision began to blur, turning him into a mysterious, dark shadow. Perhaps that’s why I missed thecue. He yanked himself free, a small chuckle making clear he noted me leaning forward, chasing him for more.

“That’s what I want from you now, lass. Up now and against that desk.”

“But I haven’t washed…”

My protest was a perfunctory one. I was scrambling to my feet and then moving over to the heavy table, my hands slapping down on the sheets of parchment left there for our use. Soren knew his way around a dragon rider’s uniform, having me out of my tunic, then my shirt, in seconds. The cold air pulled my nipples tight, but he covered them with his hands seconds later.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked, none of his usual gentleness in his voice.

I could imagine right now that he was some strange rider, ready to despoil the lady of the house. One hand was shoved down the front of my pants, parting my folds. A small grunt of satisfaction from him told me I was. My fingers creased the parchment as they clawed at the desktop. His fingers moved lightning fast, finding my pearl and strumming it like an expert musician. I went up on tiptoes, the tension ratcheting too high, too fast, yet I sobbed out a gasp when he pulled his hand free. A wet sound made it clear that he would get his taste no matter what I had to say about it, and then he was undoing my pants and yanking them down around my ankles. One knee was brought up, just as he asked, baring me to the entire room.

“Imagine if they walked in right now,” he rumbled. “Those lords, those soldiers, who think you belong only to him.” Who that was didn’t require clarifying. “You are given the title of queen and expected to walk by Draven’s side.” His hand slapped down over mine. “But you wear our ring. Ours, Pippin, say it.”

“Yours…”

I was disobeying him and that had consequences in the training room, but there was a reason for it. Sometimes one of my men needed me the most, and now that was Soren.

“Gods, how I wish…” I felt his body pressed against mine, the cool leather of his pants a contrast to my hot skin. One hand went tomy throat while the other slid up my inner thigh. “Tell Draven to abdicate. Tell him to make you queen, because I’ll serve at your feet, everyday if I could just walk out into the world and claim you as mine. Tell him that, Pippin.”

“Yes…”

This was an agreement that came under duress, but I couldn’t seem to care. My hips bucked backwards, spearing myself on his fingers, though not for long. Teeth ground together as he pulled his hand free, only to drop to his knees and replace them with his tongue.

There was glorious impreciseness to what he was doing. Fingers were hard, unrelenting, but tongues were so much softer, sweeter. I couldn’t stifle my moan, not even when my hand was slapped over my mouth, because Soren knew exactly what it took to move me. Higher and higher, it was like riding on dragon back as we saw things no other human would be blessed enough to witness. My foot stretched, taking me up onto my tiptoes, but his hands pulled me back onto his face. Harder, faster, he worked me over and over until I let out a little whine.

Right as he pulled away.

I blinked, wondering what the hell had happened. Had someone walked in the door or?

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