Page 68 of Kingdom of Flames & Flowers
I obeyed instantly, and with each breath out, the pain dulled. In its place, something else was growing. The same lust from before: the same itch, but deeper inside of me. I moved slightly against him, and he loosened his hold on me.
I felt … gloriously full. And if he just movedso, he’d scratch that itch—
“Mari, not so fast. I’ll embarrass myself.”
I had no idea what he was talking about. I needed to move. I needed him to move. I propped myself up on my arms, arching my back into him. He groaned, fingers digging into my hips.
“Mari, I need—”
“Take it,” I ordered him, wanting all of it and more.
He started a pounding, punishing rhythm behind me, one hand digging into my hips, the other putting delicious pressure on my neck as he pumped himself in and out of me.
SMACK.
I gasped in pleasure as he smacked my ass, my face flushing red.
“You’ll take it all, won’t you? Won’t you?” he growled.
He smacked me again, harder. I was mortified by how I flushed in pleasure.
“Yes! I will! I want it all!” I cried out, only able to ball the sheets into my fists and hold on.
A massive roar sounded around us as well as a haze of heat. Wings clipped by the nearest window, gold and black eyes peering in at us.
“He is jealous. But I get you first. We can share later,” Zariah called out, his voice raw.
My eyes widened at the thought, doubling my lust. Both of them working me at the same time, just like on the roof, but more. Sweet gods above.
“Oh, you dirty girl.”
Zion roared again from outside the window. My mind ran away with my fantasy, imagining both of them on either side of me until I screamed with pleasure. The thought was enough that I reached the cliff again, but this time I didn’t pause at it. I sailed over it.
“Fuck,” Zariah gasped, as my inner muscles convulsed and squeezed around him. It was so intimate, so intense.…
He pounded into me from behind like an animal, and I was so sated with my release that I went limp, just enjoying the ride.
Zariah came moments later with a roar, the dragon outside echoing him. He slumped against me and squashed me to the bed with an ‘oomph.’ I laughed and rolled, feeling incredible.
Zion screeched in the air and pulled away, flying. Zariah gathered me in his arms, nuzzling into my neck. “Sore sport,” he mumbled.
I raked my nails lightly up and down his side. He groaned in appreciation.
“Oh! I nearly forgot.” He shot up from the bed, grabbing the marble bowl and disappearing through a door I had assumed earlier was a closet. He came back without the bowl but with a wet rag.
Delicately, he cleaned up the wet mess from in between my thighs, meticulous and careful.
“Thanks,” I managed, shifting side to side. I felt a little sore, but nothing unmanageable.
Zariah gave me a rogue grin, closing his eyes.
“Dragon happy?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Ecstatic,” he purred back, drawing me in for another deep kiss. He broke away, frowning. “Though he is insisting Zion get his turn. Odd. I didn’t expect my dragon to want to … share.”
My mouth went dry.
“Up you get!” Zariah suddenly intoned, his manner bright and chipper. He gave my bum a firm pat.
