“You’re such a kinky bastard,” I said.
His raspy laugh cut off into a low groan as I took him balls deep and stayed there, unmoving. When he tried to lift his hips and thrust, I pinned him down, one hand on his neck and my legs squeezing his thighs.
Another thing that made Castor different? Hardly any guy I’d met could match me in strength. My muscles might not have looked as big as a werewolf’s or as big as someone like Galen, but looks were deceiving. I had dragon’s blood. It made me insanely strong.
Yet, Castor managed to overpower me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and heaved me to the side, trapping me beneath his weight. He was still inside me, his hard cock throbbing. Not wanting him to think I was letting him win, I pushed against his chest. He caught my wrists and pinned my arms above my head. And then he thrust, slow but deep.
“Fuck,” I said, dropping my head back on the bed. “Why do you feel so fucking good?”
“Did you expect me to be a shitty lay?” Castor snagged my bottom lip between his teeth and rocked his body into mine.
“I hoped you would be.” It was partly true. If he sucked in bed, it would be easier not to repeat the night.
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“Yeah, you look sorry.”
Castor’s grin widened before he increased the pace of his thrusts. The bed creaked as he pounded into me. I broke free of his hold and gripped his lower back, loving the way his muscles moved beneath my hands.
Then I remembered those slits in his shoulder blades. As my fingers found them, he dropped his head to my chest and groaned. It felt strange but oddly arousing as my fingertips dipped into the openings, brushing against the top of the wings concealed inside.
Castor’s rhythm faltered. “That feels… fuck. It feels good. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop. There was no way I could. I enjoyed it too much.
I continued finger-fucking the wing slits and captured his lips. His moans intensified as I curled two fingers and stroked him deep. There was something indescribably hot about bringing a guy like Castor to the brink of release.
“Shit. Right there,” I said on a gasp as he angled his hips to hit my prostatejust right.“Fuck me just like that.”
A tingling warmth radiated down my spine and gathered in my base. I was about to blow. Castor locked his hips in place and pounded me hard and fast, the sound of our sweat-slicked bodies slapping together filling the room. My eyes rolled back as a pleasure so intense it made my toes curl crashed into me.
“Mm.” Castor nuzzled my neck. “I love how your ass is hugging my cock.”
And then he was coming too. His voice cracked as he groaned, and his body stilled. Jets of heat filled me as he shot his load, so much that some drizzled out of my ass. The music from the club, though muffled, could faintly be heard as Castor rolled off me and collapsed at my side, both of us working to catch our breaths.
Full of his cum and damp with sweat, I knew I should get out of bed to clean myself off, but my muscles refused to move.
Castor smiled over at me. “Was it good for you too?”
I snorted. “You’re an idiot.”
No sense in telling him it was the best sex I’d ever had.
Chapter Five
Castor
“Your fuck lair is nice,” Kyo said, propping himself up with some pillows.
“Fuck lair?” I shook my head with a laugh. “It’s more like… a room of pleasures. I gamble here, drink, relax, and when the mood strikes, I fuck. Don’t worry though. I change the sheets.”
“Thank god for that.” He gave me a side smirk.
Kyo was too damn beautiful. Orange eyes, silky black hair, and tats on his upper torso and back. I traced the one on the left side of his chest of a crashing wave with the shape of a dragon in the water. A cherry blossom tree was on the right side of his rib cage with the branches stretching up his chest. Some of the blossoms fanned outward, meeting the wave across from it.
“Why are you staring at me?” he asked.