Page 186 of Upon Buried Embers
When she slumps back, red hair flowing around her like fire, I sit up and take my aching cock in hand, stroking hard and fast.
“You want my cum, Little Whisperer?” She wiggles and peels her dazed eyes open. “Tell me. What do you want? Use your words.”
“I want it,” she says, reaching out to me but I’m already coming, never once taking my eyes off of her as I coat her pretty pink pussy and stomach.
Stroking a finger through it, I feed it to her, a desire to still have some of me inside of her, and she groans like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.
Fuck. Me.
“Dragonbond,” Kaldar calls from outside the tent, and my head snaps to it, baring my teeth. I grab my axe from the side and throw it his way, splitting the material and landing just outside the entrance. “What the fuck?!”
No one can see her like this!
“Do not come in here!” I bark, fire licking my skin which only calms when a soft laugh comes from below me.
“You find it funny, hmm?”
She bites her lip, shaking her head. Liar.
I kiss her breathless before walking over to the tent flap and retrieving my axe.
“What?” I glare through the material.
“Meeting.”
I sigh.
“Coming.” Moving back to the bed, seeing her on her side watching me, I can’t resist taking her lips with mine again. “I’ll be back soon.” She frowns, looking at me warily.
I’m instantly on alert.
“What’s wrong?”
She sits up, fidgeting with her hands, and I watch them, remembering how she tentatively wrapped her hand around my cock in the tub last night.
“Do you…” she looks away, biting her lips and I guide her face back to me with a hand.
“Be brave. Tell me.”
She deflates, shoulders slumping. “Do you regret it?” I frown. “What we um—did?” Her cheeks are bright red now, but insecurity shines in her eyes.
I sit down next to her and take her face in my palms. “No one could ever regret you, Little Whisperer.” Her eyes widen, and then soften into something I’m not sure of. “I want to keep you. I want you in my bed. I want you with my dragons. What do you want?”
“I want you,” she replies softly, bringing a hand up and placing it over my heart that speeds up at her words and her touch. “I want to… live.” Her eyes shine as she locks her gaze with mine. “I want to live with you. Keep you too if… if that’s okay?”
She looks like she’s ready to be rejected, steeling herself in the way her shoulders stiffen, her fingers digging into my chest.
Doesn’t she know I will give her anything she wants?
“You already have me,” I tell her, my lips resting against hers. “You can keep me, just like I’ll keep you.”
I rise quickly, trying not to show how her words have affected me.
She doesn’t know that no one wanted to keep me either. Or stay with me.
“Rest up, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
With one last glance at the woman in my bed, atmywoman, I exit the tent.
