Page 106 of Memories Like Fangs
“You are absolutely dripping for me already,la hechicera. Look at what a beautiful mess you are.” I breathed into her ear before I kissed my way down to her shoulder. At the same time that I squeezed her neck again along her scales, I grazed my teeth against another patch of scales on her shoulder. Byrd’s screams filled the room. Her fingernails clawed and tangled in my curls, but the sting healed quickly and pushed me even further. Her legs were shaking around my hand, and I had a feeling that my grip around her neck was the only thing keeping her upright. Her tail lifted from her leg and came to life, wrapping tightly around my leg. Her wings surfaced, fluttering against my nipples and adding my pleasure to Byrd’s, thanks to the bond. I could see the tips of her four fangs under her lip. Byrd’s dragon loved to come out when she was close.
And, my girl was already incredibly close.
“P-P-Papi, p-please—!” Byrd started, but she was too much of a moaning mess to finish her plea.
“I know,mi tesoro. Now, scream my name like a good girl.” I said, before I sank my teeth into her newly materialized scales.
She came apart immediately, my name coming out as a howling roar. I rode her waves with her while watching her as her eyes rolled back, her mouth fell open with only moans coming out, and her whole body vibrating doubled that pleasure and then some.
I didn’t stop.
Just as Byrd’s aftershocks started, I moved my hand that was around her neck to her nipples. I pressed my thumb on her clit and drove two fingers into her. She was so wet that I could hear the sounds of my thrusting in and out of her. Still, she was so fucking tight, her walls clamping around me. Every stroke of my fingers inside of her, every circle of my thumb on her clit, and every tweak of her nipples drove her further to madness. She was already so close again. Neither of us was going to last at this rate, and we didn’t.
Still, I didn’t stop.
I added a third and fourth finger. Meanwhile, my other hand was a blur of caressing, biting, and groping her tail, her scales, her wings, her tits, her ass, everywhere I could. My thumb kept working her clit through the next orgasm that crashed into her.
I didn’t let up and kept going.
When her legs gave out under her on the fourth or fifth orgasm—I was quickly losing count— I moved her to the bed with her knees there and her hands gripping the headboard. I moved to devour her instead with my thumb remaining on her clit.
I drank her release and refused to relent.
I moved my fingers to explore her other hole. She didn’t tense when I entered her there, perfectly relaxed with me andseeking every pleasure I could throw at her. Byrd took me like the good girl she was, begging for everything I could give her.
I’m more than happy to serve my Pillow Princess. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I lost count of how many orgasms rippled between us, especially as we amplified each other, sending us both cascading into another. Maybe nine or ten?
I had no idea when it was that our super-strength broke the headboard, tearing and cracking it into pieces.
I didn’t know when her sharp talons ripped through the pillows and the blankets.
Who the fuck even knew when she lost control of her crystal powers and broke the glass of the window, lighting, cups, television, and anything else made out of it nearby, the shards floating around us like shattered stars?
All I knew was when we both collapsed, forced to be even closer together because of the broken bed. Not that we were complaining. Neither of us felt our legs. We couldn’t catch our breath. Byrd and I both barely had voices from our cries of pleasure, despite the knocks on the walls from our neighbors and the staff coming to address the noise complaints. They were both quieted with a gift of room service, earplugs, and an expensive bribe to not bother us again. Byrd and I were sweating, despite the cool air from the open window. Still, our hands couldn’t stop caressing each other and tracing our tattoos like we were redrawing them on our skin. My girl was covered in marks from me holding, biting, and scratching her, and I was littered with scratches and more from her, too. I was sad that they were already healing. The sight was glorious as-is.
We lay together for a time. As our breathing steadied and the last of the aftershocks gave way to a humming bliss, we watched as Byrd took hold of her powers again and the glass returned to the way it was before.
Gods, my mate was truly nothing shy of perfection.
“That wasexactlywhat I fucking needed,” Byrd purred, trailing her claws along my abs. Her tail flicked in pure contentment and joy. “I feel like I can take on the world now.”
I chuckled. “Great sex will do that to you.”
“If this bed is any indication, Lilah and Cooper are so done for.” She leaned up on top of me. “You are not going to get your incidental fee back though, babe.”
“It’s worth it. Youalwaysare worth it. Besides, I will tip the staff very, very well and pay their fees to replace everything to make up for it.”
“Isn’t this a human hotel? How do we explain this away?”
“I’m sure the staff have seen far,farworse mysteries in these rooms.”
Byrd scrunched up her nose. “Gross. On that note, we should shower. Care to join me, chef?”
I smirked, giving Byrd that smolder that she adored. I felt our bond heat when she saw it. “You had better put me out of my misery if the day ever comes when I say no to that.”
Byrd giggled. It was a light, soft, real little thing that lifted me, shielded me, and made me feel like I could outrun fate and remain unbreakable in the face of anything.
