Page 29 of Forgotten Arcane

We all dispersed to go to bed.

I could barely keep my eyes open coming up the stairs and nearly walked straight into my door because of it, but now that I’m in bed and laying staring at the ceiling, sleep won’t come to me and I’m beginning to get worried that the memories that the Choosing reminded me of will appear with a vengeance as soon as I go sleep.

I’m so fucking happy to be in my bed, in my room, but I’m fucking lonely. Just as I’m about to get up to go and find out if one of the guys is still awake, a knock sounds at my door.

Thank fuck.

“Yeah?” I call out. My heart soars as Coen walks into my room, wearing only the pair of pyjama pants that he was wearing at dinner.

“Want some company, Love?” he asks me with a knowing look in his eyes.

Coen knows better than anyone how much I struggle with nightmares after I’ve been triggered in such a big way.

“Fuck yes, I was just about to come and find someone,” I reply honestly, knowing that he doesn’t mind, and that he knows how I feel about all of the others.

Coen smiles as he strides over to the bed. I flip open the covers, silently thanking past me for deciding to go to bed in underwear and not some of my more frumpy pyjamas, not that Coen would care either way. Coen stops, hiseyes dragging over my almost naked body, and leaving a searing path of heat in their wake.

Realization lights in his eyes, and a heated smirk tips his lips, “You’re a supernatural.”

I grin, “Yep.”

Coen growls, stripping off his pyjama pants to reveal that he is completely naked underneath. His dick standing to attention. My thighs clench. We’ve fooled around before, with Dimitri as well and just us, but it’s always been mostly focused on me, and although I’ve gotten to play too, and Coen always made sure that I got the most mind-blowing orgasm, I was always left wanting more.

“Come here,” I order, my eyes greedily taking in the dips and grooves of his well-defined body.

My tongue has traced the majority of his tattoos, but I didn’t get to study his new one, the one that he got for me. As he reaches for me, I pull him down and roll on top of him, so my legs are straddling his hips. I’m aware that the only reason why I was able to maneuver him like that is because he’s allowing me to. His hands flex on my hips as his eyes blaze with heat. A low rumble builds in his chest, and the vibrations of it underneath me cause my pussy to clench, and I grind down on him, making his hands grip my hips harder as he inhales sharply.

I want him inside me, but first, there’s something else that I want to do. I lean forward and trace my tongue over the new tattoo, my breasts pressing against his chest, and creating a delicious friction that sends zings of pleasure through my nerve endings. I move my hips, his dick perfectly positioned so that when I move it creates the perfect amount of pressure against my clit, and adds to those sparks of pleasure that are dancing through me and heightening my need.

The sound of Coen’s groan spurs me on, and as his hands move to grip my ass tightly. I bite down, right over the tattoo.

He has me flipped over and on my back in seconds, my underwear sliced and falling off me. I grin proudly up at him, and his smile makes my heart skip a beat. His lips meet mine in a searing kiss, as my arms wrap around him, my fingers digging into his back, and applying just the amount of pressure that I know he likes.

His dick nudges my entrance, and I lift my hips trying to encourage him.

He smirks against my lips, before he trails kisses down my neck.

I can’t help but make a sound of protest as his dick moves away from where I want him. His mouth closes around my nipple, his tongue swirling around the peak before he sucks it into his mouth, causing my back to arch off the bed as my hands thread through his hair, gripping tightly as I let out a moan.

As he moves to give my other nipple some attention, I use my grip on his hair to pull his head up, and he looks at me curiously.

“I have waited far too fucking long to have you inside me,” I tell him honestly, my voice full of need.

His eyes flare with heat, switching to his dragon’s and back again, “Fuck.”

He moves up my body, his dick nudging my entrance as his lips meet mine, he slowly moves inch by inch, until I can’t take it anymore and I lift my hips, sheathing him inside me and making us both moan with pleasure.

Fucking hell.

He begins to move, and my hips meet his thrust for thrust as my nails dig into his back, and his fingers pluck at one of my nipples. I am so fucking turned on, he lifts my hips as he thrusts into me, hitting the perfect spot. At an angle that I’ve never felt before, and one that makes me let out a cry of pleasure.

Still thrusting, he lifts me up completely so we’re both sitting, and I grind down, rocking my hips. My head tips back as the new angle allows him to go even deeper, and creates the perfect amount of friction on my clit.

Coen holds me up, as his lips trail down my throat and he takes my nipple in his mouth, I cry out again, as I rock my hips faster, causing Coen to growl around my nipple, and sending my need to new heights.

My orgasm doesn’t build slowly, I don’t have to chase it.

Nope, it crashes over me suddenly.

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