Page 15 of The Emerald Dragon Prince
I hardly noticed that the battle wound that had been dangerous enough to end my life just an hour before wasnothing more than a pinkish line running across my torso now. I didn’t care about my own body except for how I could use it to please and pleasure my alpha. I didn’t stop with my shirt either. Once that was off, I shoved my trousers down as well.
“Emmerich,” I gasped, glancing plaintively up at him, feeling like I would crawl out of my skin if I didn’t have my alpha’s cock inside me somehow and his cum covering me immediately.
“I’m here,” Emmerich said gently, cupping and stroking the side of my face.
It wasn’t enough. I was in heat. I didn’t want sweet tenderness. I wanted raw passion. Ancient omega instinct demanded that I submit my body and soul to my alpha completely.
Emmerich started on the buttons of his tunic, but before he could get through the first one, I dropped to my knees and clawed frantically at the fastenings of his trousers. I needed his cock, and I needed it so desperately that I couldn’t stop the keening sounds that came from deep within me.
Emmerich must have known what I needed. He abandoned his efforts to undress and used magic to be instantly naked. His thick cock jumped up at the sudden rush of air and at my greedy touch as I grabbed and stroked it.
I’d always despised the way heat turned me into a mindless, needy slut. I hated thinking of myself that way, but that was how I’d felt with the noblemen my father had sold my heats to in the past. I’d always hated the way I became hungry for cock, needing to feel a thick member deep in my throat or a knot swollen in my hole. It had always been humiliating.
With my dragon mate, everything was different. Theway I rubbed my face in his groin then drew my tongue up his hard, hot length was an act of worship. His taste was amazing, and the way he threaded his fingers through my hair and encouraged me to take him into my mouth was tender.
I licked the precum from his tip for a moment, savoring his tip in every way I could, before drawing him deep into my throat for what I really needed. Emmerich gripped my head with both hands and made obscene sounds of pleasure as he pumped deeper and deeper, almost making me choke.
Heat kept me from doing more than squeezing around his length, and when he started to come, giving me what I needed for comfort and pleasure, I groaned with the bliss of it all. I didn’t care that I was on my knees, thighs parted, slick gushing out of me and making my legs and the floor under me slippery and shiny. I loved the fact that I belonged to my alpha and was his to take and use as he pleased. The joy of it had me coming hard in short spurts that fell on Emmerich’s legs.
“My mate,” Emmerich growled as his first orgasm subsided. “My wonderful mate.”
He pulled out and I gasped, completely unaware of how desperately I needed air until it was in my lungs again. Emmerich lifted me to my feet, then all the way into his arms. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him as he slammed his mouth over mine in a possessive kiss.
“Why?” I panted between kisses, grabbing at him and jerking my hips against his belly. “Why do I want this so much? I’m already pregnant.”
“I don’t know,” Emmerich told me, his voice rich and predatory. “But I want it, too.”
He kissed me again, then threw my world off-balance as he practically tossed me onto his bed on my back.
I gripped the silky, green bedcovers around me as he shifted above me to bring his face to the level of my groin. He took my cock into his mouth and feasted on it as if it were a sugared treat served at one of the dances in the pavilion. I came immediately, bucking up into his warm mouth as if the pleasure would never end.
Emmerich caught my hips mid-buck, but instead of pushing them down to the bed, he lifted them even more and slammed his mouth over my open, twitching hole. He raked his tongue over the most sensitive part of me, and if I hadn’t already been coming from the way he sucked me, I would have burst with pleasure then.
“Emmerich!” I shouted, nearly losing my mind with the ecstasy of this sudden heat.
My dragon replied with a deep growl and stood. He gripped my hips hard and yanked me to the edge of the bed, then positioned himself and slammed hard into me.
I cried out with the force of being claimed that way. My body was so slick and ready that it sucked him in with hardly any pain. I loved the way he seemed to fill me to my limit, though, having his way with me and pushing my insides to exactly where he wanted them. The joy of it all was so overwhelming that when I tried to cry out his name again, the sounds I made were filthy and wonderful wordless cries of surrender.
“Mine,” Emmerich moaned, adjusting so he could brace himself above me, our bodies nearly touching.
His thrusts increased in intensity, as did the sounds we both made, until with a blast of pleasure that I could feel both within my body and through our bond, his knotswelled, locking us together, and his cum gushed out inside me.
It was the highest sort of communion. I threw my arms around him and held him tight until his thrusts slowed. Even then, his knot remained wide and hot within me, locking us together. The emotion that rushed at me through our bond was so intense that I didn’t care we hadn’t had a breeding orgasm together. I was already bred, so the only thing we needed was the intimacy of coming together.
It took me several more minutes of lying in my alpha’s arms, the two of us joined together, aftershock orgasms thundering through me, before my mind was capable of functioning again. I was happier than I could remember being as Emmerich rolled to his side and cradled me like I was a part of him.
I loved being joined with him. I loved the way he flexed his hips now and then, testing how firm his knot still was. Each time he did that, I had another, powerful, aftershock orgasm that left me panting and moaning. After a while, I was convinced he was doing it to give me as much pleasure as he could.
“I could watch you orgasm forever,” he growled, nuzzling the side of my face, after yet another glorious rush of pleasure. I’d lost track of how many aftershock orgasms I’d had.
“I wouldn’t object,” I panted. “I just want to be your plaything forever.”
Emmerich chuckled low in his throat and stroked a hand over my side. Even that sent me spilling again. I couldn’t remember ever being so sensitive to touch or so eager to react simply so my alpha could see and feel it.
His stroking continued. It was like he wanted to learn my body, now that we finally had a chance to be together for more than a few minutes in the middle of a field. It was everything I’d dreamed of for the last year. I didn’t even feel sad or afraid when he traced his fingertips down the long scar line across my chest.
“It will fade with time,” he said, dipping to kiss the top few inches near my shoulder.
