Page 55 of Wings of Frost and Fury
“Wrong answer.”
Another sob quakes in my chest. I wait for what feels like ages. She’s giving me time to think over my next answer.
At last, she traces one foot along my length again. “What do you want, pet?”
“I want to come… for you.”
She tilts her head. “Much better.” She changes her position, sitting in front of me. “Come, then. But you may not touch yourself.”
Thelise bends, opens her mouth, and puts out her tongue, right beneath the tip of my cock. I grunt with the pain of needing to surge forward over that tongue, to plunge between her lips—but I wait.
Her tongue flickers, teasing the sensitive spot beneath the tip of my cock, coaxing, tantalizing. She moves her head, rubbing that little tongue against me, then holding it flat again, ready and waiting for my cum to spill over the pink surface.
Deep within myself I find the tether of my restraint, and I consciously release it. Groaning, I come, without anything touching me except a silky bit of her tongue. My seed spurts against her lips, into her mouth. It coats her tongue and drips onto the blanket, and still I keep coming.
Thelise tips her head back and circles my cock with her hand, feeding it deeper into her mouth. She’sswallowingmy cum. That realization, coupled with the warm comfort of her hand around my shaft, makes the pleasure ten times stronger.
She finishes drinking me down, then polishes my tip with her tongue.
“Sit,” she says, and I collapse before her, utterly spent. She pulls my head against her breast, her fingers twining through my hair.
“That was beautiful,” she whispers. “Youare beautiful.”
We fall back onto the blankets together. She’s weary from the spell, and I’ve been tired for weeks, exhausted by war. Sleep comes swiftly, burying us both.
When morning light pours into the cave, I wake first.
I feel my dragon form returning, like a jarring vibration through my system. There’s just enough time for me to leave the nest and return to the open space in the center of the cave. Then, with a surge of swift magic, I become a dragon again.
I arch my wings, extending them to assure myself that they’re functional. It’s a good feeling, being myself again—and yet I’m already looking forward to my next experience as a human.
Thelise sleeps for a while longer, while I grow increasingly nervous about the impending confrontation with the dragon princes. I have no doubt they’ll arrive soon and demand an explanation, and I don’t want her to be unprepared when they arrive.
At last I wake her with repeated nudges of my nose.
“You should get up,” I tell her. “Varex and Kyreagan will arrive at any moment.”
“Fuck, I slept longer than I meant too.” She rubs her eyes and stumbles out of the nest. She goes to a back corner of the cave to piss, and I clean it up with frost-fire when she’s done. After that, she fills a large cup with a great deal of wine, declaring that it will make her feel better.
While she puts on her clothes and splashes clean water on her face, I prowl at the entrance of the cave.
“Don’t act so nervous,” Thelise says. “You’re makingmenervous.”
“Are you not afraid?”
“Of the dragon princes? No.” She gulps more of the wine. “Either I will protect myself, or you will.”
I cast her an irritated look. “You make it sound easy.”
“You’re bigger than Kyreagan or Varex.”
“Varex is not violent, but Kyreagan can be,” I growl in response. “He is stronger than he looks, and he is the clan leader. No one should challenge him lightly.”
She sighs, and the sound is raw with frustration. “Maybe I fucked up and gave you Haljax’s cowardice along with his face.”
I whirl around, shock striking a cold spear through my heart. “What did you say?”
For the first time, I see a glint of fear in her eyes.
