Page 64 of Empire of Wrath and Ruin
"Perfect," he murmured against my lips, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "Always so perfect mate for me."
I heard Jalend's sharp intake of breath, and when I finally managed to take all of Sirrax, when I was seated fully in his lap with his cock buried deep inside me, I looked up to find Jalend watching us with an expression of pure hunger.
"Come here," I whispered, reaching out to him with a trembling hand.
He moved forward without hesitation, standing between my legs. I wrapped my fingers around his length, marvelling at how different he felt from the others—not as thick as Sirrax, not as long as Marcus, but perfect in his own way. When I leaned forward to take him in my mouth, Sirrax groaned behind me. I tried to move, but Sirrax’s large hands sank down onto my hips holding me still.
“Not move, Little Warrior. Just feel. Feel big dragon cock in pussy as human cock in mouth.”
I whimpered, pushing at his hands, wanting to feel him move inside me, but he was much stronger than I was, and he held me steady in this maddening, erotic torture.
The inability to move, to seek the friction I desperately needed, was both torture and ecstasy. Sirrax's massive cock filled me completely, stretching me to my limits, but without movement there was only the maddening fullness, the constant pressure against every sensitive spot inside me. I could feel him throbbing within me, could sense his own restraint as he fought the urge to thrust upward.
Jalend's hands tangled gently in my hair as I worked my mouth over him, my tongue exploring the familiar contours ofhis length. He was trembling with the effort to remain still, to let me set the pace despite the obvious strain it was causing him.
"Please," I tried to say around Jalend, but it came out as nothing more than a muffled whimper.
Sirrax's chest rumbled with dark laughter behind me. "No, Little Warrior. You take what we give. Feel how full you are. Feel how much we need you."
His hands were iron bands around my hips, keeping me perfectly still as Jalend began to move instead, sliding in and out of my mouth with careful strokes. The rhythm was torture—I could feel every ridge, every pulse of Sirrax inside me, but I couldn't rock against him, couldn't find the friction I desperately craved.
"That's it," Jalend breathed, his voice strained with the effort to maintain control. "You're doing so well, love."
Sirrax's hands moved from my hips to my breasts, his large palms covering them completely as his thumbs worked my nipples with maddening precision. The dual stimulation made me moan around Jalend, the vibrations drawing a sharp gasp from him.
"So beautiful like this," Sirrax murmured against my ear, his accent thick with desire. "Desperate little mate, wanting more but cannot have. Must learn patience."
His words sent heat flooding through me, and I felt myself clench around him involuntarily. The sensation made him growl low in his throat, and for just a moment his grip on my hips tightened almost painfully.
"Feel that?" he continued, his voice a dark whisper. "Feel how your body begs for me to move? But you wait. You be good mate and wait."
I was trembling now, caught between them in the most exquisite torture I'd ever experienced. Every nerve ending was on fire, every breath sending new waves of sensation through myoverstimulated body. Through our bonds, I could feel the others watching, could sense their satisfaction at seeing me brought to this edge of desperation.
"She's close," I heard Marcus observe from somewhere behind us, and I realized he was right. Despite the lack of movement, despite Sirrax's iron grip holding me perfectly still, the constant pressure against every sensitive spot inside me was building toward something inevitable.
"Yes," Sirrax rumbled, his voice vibrating through his chest into my back. "Feel her getting tighter. Desperate little mate wants to come but cannot move to get there."
A whimper escaped around Jalend's length, and I felt tears of frustration prick at my eyes. The pleasure was building like a storm, but I couldn't quite reach the peak without movement, without being able to rock against the massive cock filling me so completely.
Jalend's breathing was becoming ragged above me, his careful control starting to fray. I could feel the tension building in his body, see it in the way his muscles coiled with the approaching climax. His hands in my hair were gentle but insistent, guiding me deeper onto him as his need finally overcame his restraint.
"Livia," he gasped, his voice breaking. "I'm going to—"
He came with a broken cry, spilling across my tongue as his body jerked with release. I swallowed convulsively, my own body clenching around Sirrax's massive length in response to Jalend's pleasure. The dragon shifter behind me growled at the sensation, his grip on my hips tightening almost to the point of pain.
"Now you learn what happens to mates who squeeze dragon cock without permission," Sirrax rumbled, and suddenly his hands were lifting me, positioning me exactly where he wanted me before driving upward with devastating force.
The first thrust drove all the air from my lungs, a sharp cry escaping before I could stop it. After being held perfectly still for so long, the sudden movement was overwhelming—every nerve ending exploding with sensation as Sirrax finally gave me what I'd been desperately craving.
"Too much," I gasped, my hands scrabbling against his powerful thighs for purchase. "Sirrax, please, I can't—"
But he was beyond hearing my protests now, his dragon nature fully unleashed as he lifted and lowered me on his massive length with a rhythm that bordered on brutal. Each thrust sent shockwaves through my core, pleasure so intense it felt like being struck by lightning over and over again.
"This what happens when mate teases dragon," he growled against my ear, his accent thicker now, words coming in harsh pants. "You wanted to move, yes? Now you move."
My climax hit me without warning, tearing through my exhausted body with such force that I saw stars. I screamed his name, my back arching against his chest as wave after wave of sensation crashed over me. Through our bond, I felt his savage satisfaction at my response, his primal need to claim and possess finally given free rein.
He didn't stop. Even as I shuddered and convulsed around him, even as tears streamed down my face from the overwhelming intensity, he continued his relentless pace.
