Page 35 of Claimed by the Savage Dragons
I nod.
‘You aren’t allowed to kill yourself,’ he says almost too low for me to hear. ‘I won’t allow it. Neither will Tor.’
‘I w-wasn’t t-trying,’ I stutter through my shuddering jaw. ‘I d-didn’t know we w-were ssss-so high. W-what is th-this p-p-p-place?’
‘An old dam,’ he grates out. ‘It’s one of a few we keep functioning for power. Electric and otherwise.’
He turns the water temperature higher as I stop trembling, and I wince as my skin begins to burn a little again. But he seems to know what to do, and his changes are very gradual until the water is steaming, and my body feels warm again.
‘You’ve done this b-before?’ I ask.
He snorts. ‘You aren’t the first human who hasn’t understood how cold it can get up here. Feeling warmer?’
I nod. ‘Yes.’
He shuts off the water and I find myself wrapped in a fluffy towel. He rubs me dry, even getting something out from under the sink that blows hot air. He dries my hair with it while I watch him, and when he turns it off, I find I’m a little ashamed that I tried to leave the building when he warned me not to.
‘Thank you. For catching me.’ My eyes flick up to his and then down again. ‘I’m sorry I tried to leave.’
‘You aren’t yet, little rabbit, but you will be.’ He huffs out a breath. ‘But not right now.’
His eyes gleam dangerously, and he plucks the towel from my body.
‘To the winner go the spoils,’ he murmurs almost to himself.
And then he turns me, bending me over the sink, using the towel to wipe the mirror so that I can see myself and him behind me.
He takes me by my still damp hair, kicks my legs apart, and before I realize what he’s doing, he’s thrusting into me roughly.
I grasp at the counter with a squeal as he stretches me. It hurts, but there’s something else too, a satisfaction, a need. I’m ready for him and he knows it.
He grunts as he thrusts, pushing himself deeper and gripping my hip hard with his other hand.
‘So wet already,’ he growls, leaning forward and nipping where my shoulder meets my neck.
The pace he sets is punishing, slamming into me, relishing my cries. The discomfort quickly turns to something else, a coiling low in my belly, a fire that he seems to stoke almost effortlessly. He takes me so hard that only the tips of my toes are on the floor. I’m gasping and mewling, making sounds I don’t even recognize. He changes the angle of his thrusts, and I squeal suddenly and loudly as the feeling of him inside me intensifies, hitting a spot that makes my legs feel weak.
‘Please,’ I hear myself begging.
‘You want more, little rabbit?’
I nod, my eyes meeting his in the mirror and his satisfied smirk makes me spread myself wider for him, putting one knee up on the counter.
He snarls low, his hand leaving my hip to snake around to my mound. He plays with my clit, making me close my eyes on a moan as he pinches it. He’s not gentle, but I don’t want him to be.
My hips buck as he sends me over the edge, my hands curling into fists and my body locking up as pleasure overwhelms my senses.
I feel my body going limp with it, but he holds me up, giving a final thrust and throwing back his head with a roar as he comes inside me.
The aftermath is all floaty and weird. He holds me up, trapped between him and the sink, breathing hard. He kisses my shoulder and gives a gentle sigh that wafts against my skin before he frowns at himself and draws back, slipping out of me.
Without his strength, I sink to the floor, my legs unable to hold me, his seed leaking out of me.
On the floor of the bathroom, he stands over me, his fathomless eyes moving over me slowly as if he’s trying to work something out.
He leans down and gathers me up, taking me out of the steamy bathroom. Now, he lays me on the bed, and I realize belatedly that Tor is lounging on it.
‘Have fun?’ he asks, looking amused.
