Page 20 of Dragons' Bride
He growls again, but this time it's in frustration with himself, not me. "I can't touch you kindly now when I must be rough with you in training.” He seems to be fighting with himself for each word. “I do not believe I am capable of being both, and I will not dare compromise skills that may keep you alive."
I blink like an owl. “Are you telling me that you’ve been staying away from me all this time just because… you worry it might make you too nice during training?”
“Yes.”
I open my mouth to tell him how stupid I find his logic, but the vulnerability in his face halts my tongue. He is serious. At least his fear is. "You are more than any one thing, Quinton."
"I am what I was forged to be."
"Alright." My thoughts spin. He is still holding me up against the wall, and the thin tether inside my soul that connects us together aches with desire. Ignoring the pull gets harder with every breath. "Then, new plan. You don't touch me – I touch you. I promise I'll have no more trouble kicking your arse across the deck no matter what happens tonight, so fear not on that end."
Quinton stares at me, then barks a laugh. It is the most wonderful sound that I have ever heard from him, and it sends a flush of sensual pleasure all the way through me.
"You have to put me back down on the floor first," I whisper, not recognising my own sultry voice. I’m not sure who this girl inside me is, the one who is ready to order a dragon about, but she is clearly insane. But so long as she gets me what I need with increasing urgency, I don’t care. "And then... then grab that beam overhead and don't let go."
11. KIT
I’m not sure which of us is more surprised when Quinton settles me to the floor and obeys, spreading his feet squarely beneath his shoulders and gripping an overhead beam with his hands. His grip is white-knuckled, as if he is bracing himself for a lashing instead of pleasure. Then again, he is probably more used to the former. As for me… it is all I can do to keep myself in check. My mouth salivates and longs to have the male in my mouth.
Lowering my hands to the hem of his shirt, I pull it free of Quinton’s trousers. He’d not changed since coming in from the rain and the wet fabric clings to his skin. I pull the shirt up over his head and my breath hitches at the ripple of his muscles as he regrips the beam. Beads of water shine over his skin and scales, putting the scars into stark relief. Unable to help myself, I run the tip of my tongue along the column of scales that runs along the center of his chest to disappear into his britches. The silver medallions are warm and smooth, and rise like hackles under my tongue.
Quinton makes a choking sound that I ignore. I’ve never gotten to taste any of the males before and I intend to savor every delicious moment of this. I follow the scales all the way down to his fly, then tug the little laces to free him. Quinton’s cock is already so hard that it escapes with a violent jerk that makes the male hiss. With his britches off, Quinton stretches in front of me, a proud silver dragon in all his glory.
Powerful, and slick, and very very naked. If I thought him daunting in his clothing, when cloth covered his muscles and shaft, that was nothing compared to now. Quinton’s shoulders are thrown back and his chest is out, the muscles of his upraised arms as captivating as any work of art. And down below… Stars. His engorged cock is intimidating and tempting and long enough that it veers slightly to the side, the scales along it are slicked back like a pine cone. I know exactly what they do to me inside and just looking at Quinton makes my thighs slicken.
But I want more.
I run my hands along his length. He hisses again as his erection becomes firmer still, and the scales along the shaft ripple. My channel clenches, my mouth watering.
Getting on my knees, I blow a thin stream of air all along his shaft before flicking my tongue over the tip to lap up the bead of moisture hanging there. Delicious. And not enough. Not nearly enough. Of all the males, I cannot believe that it’s Quinton who is letting me do this to him first.
I look up, catching the prince’s eyes.
There is silver intensity there and heat so smoldering that it is a wonder the whole cabin is not burning down with it. But also… vulnerability. He knows exactly what I intend to do. How unprotected it will leave him. I put a hand on his thigh, silently asking the warrior’s permission.
He closes his eyes for a moment, then nods and spreads his feet wider apart, his hands readjusting his grip on the ceiling beam.
That is all the invitation I need. Taking Quinton's shaft, I slide my tongue along the full velvety length of him, savoring the feel of the scales beneath my tongue.
Quinton gasps, his powerful thighs contracting as his whole body goes taught.
The scales squeeze tight against the shaft then rise again, vibrating slightly.
I lick him again, the power of having a dragon inside my mouth roaring through me. After a few strokes down his shaft, I lick up instead, heading against the direction of his scales. He jerks violently, rising up on his toes, his breaths coming in ragged puffs. Stars. Those little glorious scales are sensitive indeed. Taking all of him into my mouth at once, I start suckling. My mouth is gentle at first, but my control slips quickly, my mouth hungry and merciless along him. Quinton tastes of wind and steel, his essence makes my head swim with magic.
His shaft throbs inside my mouth and I hold onto his trembling thighs, unwilling to waste a single moment of pleasure. Quinton tastes better than hot chocolate, and I wonder if I might not find release just from having him in my mouth.
I work him harder, sucking and licking and savoring. Feeling him at the back of my throat. When I look up and find his eyes again, they are glassy and fevered. The warrior looks as if he is on the verge of begging. For me to stop? To finish? To release him?
I intend to do neither. Instead, I slide my teeth lightly along the scales.
Quinton throws his head back and roars so loudly that the sound makes the cabin shake. He drops one hand from the overhead beam and tangles it in my hair. "Human." There is a world of primal desperation in that word. As if I am the only being in the entire universe who matters.
Pleasure fills my chest and my wet thighs clench with need. I pull harder, determined to get every drop of him. His release is near. I can feel it in his pulse. In his magic. In the way that the connection between us vibrates with energy.
Quinton roars as he comes, his hand tightening in my hair and his face a mix of raw ecstasy and anguish. I swallow the thick warmth and feel the magic seep into me with it, like a handshake between the dragon’s soul and my own.
Once Quinton regains his balance, he takes my shoulders and pulls me to my feet. Then his mouth is on mine, his kiss is deep and fierce and vengeful. He pillages me until I have no breath left and we both lean against each other, panting and holding on for sanity.
