Page 65 of Kingdom of Flames & Flowers
I shrugged and stood aside as Zariah came in, closing the door behind him. “Maybe he’s just out fly—”
I didn’t get the rest of my suggestion out because Zariah seized my face with one hand and my waist in the other. He pushed me back up against the closed door, our lips meeting in a blistering kiss. When he pulled away, both of us were panting.
“I thought something had happened to you. My dragon was inconsolable. It’s taking everything I have to keep him in check.”
His skin glimmered gold in the waning candles, scales appearing and then disappearing underneath his skin. His eyes kept oscillating between silver and green and his dragon’s black and gold.
“I’m here. I’m fine,” I tried to reassure him, touched that anyone had been concerned about me. It was a new feeling, and I found I liked it.
“How can I help?” I asked, my voice its usual self-assured self.
He lifted me up in the air against the door in response. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically. His hands stroked my face while his nose nuzzled in the side of my neck. “Let me hold you. Let me know you’re alright. Hopefully, it will satisfy my dragon long enough so that the other … urges will subside.”
I swallowed. “The … mountain and the babies bit?” I clarified.
His eyes were gold now, and completely feral. “More than that. My seed, filling your belly and growing into our child. Your cries of pleasure that will echo along the entire mountain range, letting everyone in this kingdom know who you belong to.”
That sounded … oddly fine. Need and lust grew into an ache between my legs, and I had a sudden desire to see his manic urges released on me.
I crushed my mouth to his in a kiss, sliding my tongue inside to battle with his. He groaned in appreciation, then hurriedly broke away.
“If you push me,” he cautioned, “I won’t stop. The dragon needs reassurance. Hell, I need reassurance. I just … we need you.”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
Zariah growled and spun us around, dumping me on my back on the bed. He ripped his clothes off, standing before me nude as his eyes devoured me like a snack. My eyes dropped to his cock, at full attention between his legs.
Zariah hissed as my fingers wrapped around his length. It was so firm. And this went inside of me during … the act?
It made me nervous, but also intrigued.
I’d seen other women put their mouths on it before, women who did it to the fireguards patrolling our quarter for an extra crust of bread or wedge of cheese. The fireguards seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps Zariah would too.
I opened my mouth and leaned in, letting the tip of my tongue swirl over the top of his cock as my hand held him in place.
“Shit, Mari!”
His hands tangled in my hair, holding me in place. I grinned and settled on my knees. Without warning, I took him fully in my mouth.
He gave a half-shout, half-roar, pulling at my hair so tightly it burned my scalp. I didn’t care; I loved the roughness of it all. Pain was real. This was real. Zariah moved slowly in my mouth and I went with it, hollowing my cheeks to give him more room to work with.
“So wet … so warm …”
I ran my tongue up and down his length, and that made him move faster in and out of my mouth. What if I sucked on him?
“Ah! Mari!”
Hearing my name come from his strangled voice gave me a sense of power and confidence I’d never felt before. I moved against him with gusto, alternating sucking and licking, taking him deeper into my mouth and throat little by little. Could I make him lose control completely? The thought was its own aphrodisiac, and—
“Fuck me!”
Zariah pulled away, his cock leaving my mouth with a small pop. I wiped my mouth, frowning. Had I been doing it wrong?
“I don’t … I don’t know what would happen if I came. The magick …”
I pulled him down to sit next to me on the bed as he regained his breath, wrapping his arms around me.
“If you came?” I asked, unsure what he was talking about.
