Page 92 of Wings of Frost and Fury
His cock is throbbing, and my entire pussy is pulsing as I come with him, whimpering against the ground, exquisitely stricken by his rough voice at my ear. He has never behaved like this with me, though I saw signs of his dominant side a few times. It’s another dimension of our connection that we can explore—a dynamic I know I will thoroughly enjoy from time to time. The pet can turn into a predator when I need him to.
“You fucked me so well,” I say breathlessly, my body still fluttering through the pleasure.
Ashvelon growls and kisses the tender skin beneath my ear. Then he drags his slick cock out of my body, spilling seed all over my inner thighs and the ground.
He pushes his cock into his pants and hitches them up around his hips again. Then he helps me stand.
Retrieving my torn underwear from the grass, I use it to clean myself up a little. We’ll both have dirt smudges and wet spots on our clothes when we show up at the inn, but honestly, I don’t care. I’d walk in there naked if it pleased me, and not give anyone’s opinion a second thought.
There’s a pleasant soreness between my legs, a result of the brutal fucking Ashvelon gave me. As we walk, I cling to his arm, and he supports me with the gentleness I’ve come to expect from him, as if the restless rage flooded out of him along with the cum.
When we reach the inn, I tug his arm to stop him. “I should give you a few quick instructions on how to behave.”
He nods. “Very wise of you.”
“When we’re dealing with the innkeeper, stay quiet and let me talk.”
He waits, then says in a surprised tone, “Is that all?”
“For most men, that’s too much to manage. But I think you can handle it.”
And he does. He stands quietly at my side, looking far too pretty for his own good, while I make arrangements with the innkeeper. She’s a woman perhaps ten years older than me, and judging by the way she looks at us, I suspect she wouldn’t mind having us both in her bed.
“Will you be needing baths as well?” she asks, eyeing the state of our clothes. “It’ll be extra.”
“If you please.”
“And will you be sharing the bath? It’s a big tub, and if we only have to fill it once, it’s a bit cheaper.”
“What a lovely idea,” I croon, stroking Ashvelon’s arm. “Especially since he has never been in a tub before. I’ll have to teach him all about it.”
I enjoy the look of shock and confusion on the woman’s face. She manages to recover quickly and name a sum for the room and the bath. I lay down the coins, and she scrapes the money off the counter into her palm. “Off you go then. Top of the stairs, second on the right, with the badger on the door. Emley will have the bath ready in a jiffy. That’ll be the room at the end of the hall.”
“Much obliged to you. Come, dearest.” I lead Ashvelon toward the stairs.
When he balks, I realize that he has never had to climb steps before. “Nothing to it,” I whisper. “One foot up, then the other. Watch me.”
I proceed up the narrow staircase, checking over my shoulder occasionally to make sure he’s managing all right. I have to suppress a fit of giggles at the way he carefully lifts each foot to the next step, like a baby learning to walk. I don’t know how much of his progress the innkeeper is witnessing, but I can only imagine what she must be thinking. Running a place like this, I’m sure she sees all sorts of people. Though she doesn’t know it, he’s the first dragon shifter to spend the night under her roof.
Eventually the people of Elekstan will learn the truth about the dragons’ new-found ability to walk among them in human form. They’ll also learn that I’m the one who performed the spell. I have no doubt I’ll be admired by some and hated by others for what I’ve done. That’s nothing new for me. I’m perfectly capable of existing happily despite the praise or censure of people who don’t know me at all.
The only person whose opinion I truly value is navigating the top step, looking up at me with triumphant blue eyes, smiling because he conquered the stairs.
“I love you,” I tell him, impulsively.
The victory in his eyes softens to tenderness. “I love you, too.”
We pass the time kissing in our room until the bath is ready, and then I lead him into the bathroom and slide the latch into place, ensuring privacy for us both. We shed our clothing, and I bundle my hair into a knot on top of my head because I’d rather not get it wet.
Ashvelon’s hair, enchanted as it is, doesn’t need washing either, but I coax him to let me pour hot water over his head, massage his scalp, and play with his hair, simply because I know he’ll enjoy the new sensations. As I predicted, he loves it. He nearly falls asleep draped against me in the tub, with his head resting on my breast.
When we’re both clean and dry, I use soap and water to tend a few spots on our clothing. If they’re not dry tomorrow, I can use magic to finish the job. Wrapped in towels, we return to our room, where I drape the damp clothes on the footboard of the bed and direct Ashvelon to lie flat on his back in the center of the mattress.
“Being in an actual bed again is bliss,” I murmur as I climb onto the pillows and kneel astride his face, with my back toward the headboard. “I’m going to sit on your face and use you tomake myself feel good, pet. You can lick me if you like, but I’ll be doing most of the work this time.”
Ashvelon is staring worshipfully up at my pussy, his lips parted expectantly, as if he can’t wait for it to descend upon his face. “Sit, then,” he says.
“If you can’t breathe, smack my thigh and I’ll lift up,” I tell him.
