Page 32 of Kingdom of Darkness and Dragons
I stood, pulling Septimus up with me, and drew him close. The feel of his familiar warmth against me, the scent of his skin mixed with pine and mountain air, sent desire spiralling through me. It had been too long since we'd had privacy, too long since I'd been able to touch him the way I wanted to.
"Don’t worry about that," I murmured against his ear, enjoying the way he shivered at the contact. "The only one who’ll be riding anyone hard is me.”
A choked laugh escaped him, a sound of pure, startled arousal. His dark eyes widened, and I saw the familiar flicker of heat in their depths that always drove me wild. "Is that a threat or a promise?" he asked, his voice rough with want.
"It's a fact," I growled, pushing him back until his shoulders hit the rough bark of a towering pine, my body pinning his, my hips grinding against his in a slow, promising rhythm.
The strength that flowed through me now was more than human, and I revelled in the way he gasped at the force of it. His head tilted back, exposing the long, strong column of his throat, and my fangs ached with the urge to bite, to mark him as mine.
I settled for kissing him instead, my mouth crashing down on his with a hunger that had been building for weeks. He met me with equal force, his hands coming up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. The kiss was a battle, a brutal claiming, a desperate reaffirmation of everything we were to each other.
All the fear I’d carried—that he would see me as a monster, that the truth would break us—melted away in the heat of his immediate, unquestioning surrender.
I broke away, breathing hard, and trailed my lips down his jaw to the pulse hammering at the base of his throat. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name," I whispered against his skin. "Until the only thing you know is me."
"Gods, Tarshi," he breathed, his hips arching against mine in a desperate, involuntary rhythm.
"Your god can't help you now," I murmured, my hand moving between us to cup his cock through the rough fabric of his trousers. He was hard, straining, and the knowledge sent a fresh wave of possessive fire through me. I pushed him to his knees on the soft, mossy ground. "You belong to me."
Septimus didn't fight. He looked up at me, his dark eyes wide with a mixture of want and a fear that was purely carnal, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
He loved this. He loved yielding, loved being taken, and the knowledge made my own power surge, a primal instinct that was more dragon than man.
"Yes," he breathed, the word a soft prayer of submission.
He needed no urging as I pushed the head of my hard cock against his lips, opening for me to slide into his mouth.
His mouth was hot and wet, a willing prison. I fucked his throat with a slow, deliberate rhythm, my hand tangling in his dark hair to hold him steady.
He took me without hesitation, his throat working as I pushed deeper, the slick heat of his surrender a balm to my soul. Sunlight dappled through the pines, illuminating the flush on his high cheekbones, the tears of pleasure that gathered at the corners of his eyes.
The pressure built, a white-hot coil in my gut, and I knew I was close. The sight of him, so utterly given over to me, was a pleasure more intense than any I had ever known. With a guttural curse, I pulled back, my cock slick with his saliva. He looked up at me, his lips red and swollen, his eyes dazed with pleasure.
“Not yet,” I rasped, my voice thick with need. “I’m not done with you. Not even close.”
I reached down, dragging his loose tunic over his head, then dropped to my knees behind him, roughly pulling his breeches down, working them off, along with his boots.
“All of you,” I commanded, my voice a low rumble. “On your hands. Show me how much you want it.”
He obeyed without hesitation, his hands pressing into the soft moss as he braced himself. His back was broad, the muscles shifting under his skin, his ass high and inviting. The sight wasprimal, beautiful, and it made the dragon inside me roar with satisfaction.
I knelt behind him, my hands tracing the line of his spine before settling on his hips, my thumbs pressing into the dip just above his buttocks.
"Don't move," I commanded, my voice a low growl. I spat on my fingers and reached between his legs, my touch slick and invasive as I prepared him. He gasped, his body tensing, his hands fisting in the soft earth. I worked him open slowly, my fingers learning the tight heat of him, and his initial tension melted into a low, needy groan. When I knew he was ready, I withdrew my hand and positioned myself, the head of my cock pressing against his slick entrance. His whole body shuddered in anticipation.
As much as I was dying to take him hard, it had been a while. Instead, I eased myself inside, listening to him moan as I stretched him.
I held myself there, buried to the hilt, my body shuddering with the sheer rightness of it. He was a fire around me, tight and impossibly hot, and I felt the last of my human restraint begin to fray.
A low groan rumbled from deep in my chest as I began to move, my thrusts slow and deep, a deliberate rhythm that was all about possession.
His back arched, his hands digging into the moss as he pushed back against me, meeting each thrust with a silent, desperate need.
“That’s it,” I growled against his ear, my voice more dragon than man. “Take it. Take all of me.”
He rocked back against me, a silent, desperate plea for more, and I obliged, my rhythm turning harder, faster. The animal inside me was taking over, driven by the need to conquer, to own, to mark him so completely that no one else would evertouch him again. I gripped his hips, my nails digging into his skin, and slammed into him with a force that was barely human. He cried out, a sharp, broken sound that echoed through the quiet clearing. It was a sound of pure surrender, and it sent a wave of savage triumph through me. I was going to break him, and we would both revel in the beautiful ruin.
I reached around to wrap my hand around his cock. he was rock hard, the slick feeling of precum on the tip as I ran my thumb over it.
