Page 99 of Prince of Storms
“We’ll have it for, shall we say, two days hence?” Tor suggested. “That should be enough time.”
“Of course.”
Tor’s fingers moved faster. I breathed quicker, staring at a spot on the wall as my body tightened around him.
His cock twitched and swelled, and I clenched my hands into fists as he came deep inside me, the abrupt explosion of warmth triggering my own orgasm. My pussy clamped down around him, milking his cock for every drop of his seed, while Tor continued to rattle off orders.
I nearly passed out from trying to hold it in; my mind turned to mush with pleasure. I no longer heard Tor’s words, only his voice. The warmth of our aftermath dripped down my leg, but I dared not move. Not with other people in the room. I was trapped.
“Very good, now leave us,” Tor commanded.
The other dragons left the room, their original purpose for coming in forgotten in the wake of the commands from their prince.
“You,” I said tautly before he could speak, “are ruthless.”
He grinned at me and laughed shamelessly. “I felt how hard you came, my darling. The squeeze of you around me was most intense. You enjoyed yourself.”
“It was … risky,” I said. “But … you were right. It was pretty hot.”
He lifted me off him, quickly pulling his pants up, then scooped me into his arms and ducked behind the stone chairs to reveal another door.
“This is so not sexy,” I said. “But I’m, um …”
“Leaking my come?” he growled suggestively. “I can imagine.”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry, my dear. I’m taking you to my room via a personal passage. No one will come across us. And then, once there, we’ll go right to the shower.”
“Okay,” I said, trying to ignore the less-than-pleasant post-sex sensations.
“Hopefully, by then, you’ll be ready for round two,” he added, his lust-filled voice blasting away those thoughts as my body revved itself again.
We made it to his room without incident. After spending too much time getting dirty in the shower, I rinsed Tor off my breasts and cleaned myself up. More clothing was waiting for me, though it was not nearly as fancy as the dress.
A billowy white button-up silk blouse and stretchy black pants were an odd choice, but apparently, it was considered dragon fashion. I eyed myself in the mirror.
“I feel like I should almost be a pirate,” I joked.
“Well, you look good to me,” Tor said, extending his arm.
“We going somewhere?”
He frowned. “Of course. Didn’t you hear me?”
“Hear you … what? Calling out my name?” I teased. “Yes, I think I did.”
“Well, that,” he answered with a grin. “But also my announcement to gather the dragons on hand for a proper ceremony in the throne room to introduce you. So come along. We must head back.”
“Okay,” I said, taking his arm and following him through the corridors, emerging into the throne room again.
“Your throne, my Princess,” he purred, helping me into my seat.
I sat back and watched him assume his throne just as the doors at the far end opened.
“Tor,” I said, horror growing in me as I looked out into the chamber.
The thrones were on a raised platform, several steps above the rest of the room. The long red carpet led from the door to us, and several dragons marched down it.
