Page 47 of Draco's Fire

"Please, fuck me, Tyson," she begged as her thigh slid off his shoulder.

He stood. Somehow, having her back pressed against the wall made him seem so much larger, like she couldn't escape him—not that she'd ever want to.

She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking slowly.

"Don't you want to fuck me? Pin me against the wall and just take what is yours."

She was hoping that would do the trick, playing into a dragon's possessive nature. If not, she didn't know how else she could fulfill the aching need she had to feel him fill her completely.

But her plan worked, he picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he slowly slid inside her, inch by inch. He held her tightly, so, try as she might, she couldn't seem to pull or push him into her any faster.

"Oh, fuck, please stop teasing me."

She didn't know if it was her begging or it had all finally become too much for Tyson, but he rammed the last few inches inside her, causing her to gasp. Then he gave her exactly what she'd been begging for.

He shifted slightly, and she cried out, "Right there. Oh, fuck."

Whatever he was doing, each thrust was causing her to feel her third orgasm of the evening building. And she could tell this one would ruin her.

Tyson was already everything she'd ever wanted. And yet, as he raced her to bliss, she couldn't believe how she wanted him even more. She couldn't get enough. It felt like the bond between them grew stronger each time he went as deep as he could inside her.

"Oh, god, don't stop. Don't stop!" she cried louder and louder. She didn't care if anyone who might possibly live in an apartment below would hear. This was too good to care. If the downstairs neighbors didn't know his name already, she was about to inform them at full volume.

She felt his cock pulse in her, and when the first splash of his seed hit her inner walls, she was done for. She screamed his name as the tidal wave of pleasure threatened to drown her.

He held her there until he softened enough that he slipped from her, spilling his seed onto the tiled floor.

"One advantage of shower sex, easy clean up after you get very dirty," she said with a laugh that he silenced with a kiss.

* * *

Shayla awoke in bed alone.It wasn't unusual for Tyson to get up earlier than her, especially on Saturdays. She sat up and looked out the window of the penthouse. The trials they went through were starting to fade into the background of their lives. The fallout from Tyson's choice to kill Dain was minimal compared to what she thought it could be.

He finally explained it all to her, his past, the memories that haunted him, and why he'd become such an ardent pacifist. It took a lot of honesty and trust.

It was a week later that she officially moved in with him. It was one of the best decisions she'd ever made. They got to be close in ways they couldn't before, even with a bond as strong as theirs. Their lovemaking had evolved, and they'd run the gamut between soft and sensual to rough and passionate as they learned more about each other each time.

There were so many benefits to living with Tyson. But she was really coming to like Saturdays.

The door opened, and Tyson walked in with a tray. She wasn't sure how it started, but breakfast in bed became their ritual. She could get used to a handsome man bringing her French toast every Saturday morning.

* * *

Gil watched as Dain Alarie,the man who raised him, was lowered into the ground. Beyond the priest, there was no one else at the funeral. Sociopathic killers bent on genocide don't get many mourners. It had obviously been a closed casket.

In the end, there wasn't much left of Dain. At least of his body. Gil still had mountains of data to sort through. But that was something for later. Right now, he had a different duty.

Gil walked up to the pile of dirt beside the grave. He took up a handful and stared off towards the west, where the sun had just started to set. He let out a deep sigh before tossing the fistful of earth into the open grave. Then he turned and walked away.

He still had so much work to do.

The End

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