Page 29 of Heavy is the Crown
“Use me,” he groans. “Please.” The sound of his voice is thick with need as he begs.
I push him forward onto his hands and knees before spreading his cheeks and licking his tight hole. I groan at his taste, my own cock barely under control as I feel those muscles spasm around my tongue. Time loses all meaning as I indulge in my favorite meal.
“Oh, fuck. Please. Just like that, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” Shadow begs me as I keep licking him, my hands tight on his hips.
I pull off and ask, “You want my cock?” before working my finger into his tight channel, my spit easing the passage, and he bucks forward, a long moan sounding off in the room. I pump in and out before adding another one, scissoring them as I work his hole open.
“Fuck me. Please, I need to feel you.”
A wicked smile spreads over my face as I reach up and grab the coconut oil I keep in the shower. Palming a generous amount, I coat my dick with it first before sliding my fingers inside of him again. When I’m certain he’s well covered, I notch my dick to his entrance and slowly push. The head of my dick barely fits, his muscles first tightening up at the intrusion. A loud crack echoes through the room as my hand finds his ass. “Relax,” I hiss. “Take me like a good boy, just like I know you can.” His body shudders under my touch as I keep pushing in. A whimpering mixture of pain and pleasure echoes out of him. A satisfying noise that makes my cock harden even more. "Tell me, Shadow, have you missed my cock? Missed my Jacob's ladder?”
“Yes. Oh, God, I’ve missed it so much,” he cries out, panting in desperation. I smile fiendishly as I watch in utter fascination as one, two, three, four barbells push into him until I’m fully seated. I pause to take a moment to breathe, to keep in control and not lose it all at the feel of him.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Oh, my God. You feel so fucking good.”
Slowly, I pull out and push back in. With each thrust, I feel the resistance give way a little more until I’m certain he’s ready. “I’m going to fuck you now,rakkaani,I’m going to pump you so full of my come that it will be dripping out of you all day. And then I’m going to claim you because I’m fucking tired of this bullshit.” He squirms under me, but I grab his hips and pick up my pace until the shower is filled with the sounds of my balls slapping him and our combined groans. “And you will not be coming until I say you can, do you understand?”
Shadow lets out a long moan as I continue the relentless pace but doesn’t say anything. “Answer me,” I demand as I dig my hands into his hips so hard, I know it will leave bruising from my fingers.
“Yes. Fuck, yes, I understand.” He pushes back into me, trying to get me deeper into him. “Bite me. Breed me. Making me fucking bleed, God. Just don’t fucking stop. I’m yours.”
I nip at his shoulder. “Good. Because you might be calling for God now, but in the end, it's going to by my name you scream.” I lean closer to his ear, allowing my dragon to show through my voice. The rasp takes on an animalistic quality. “And if I ever find your cock is in a mouth that’s not my own or Ava’s, I’ll rip their throat out and fuck you on top of their bloody corpse to remind you who you belong to.”
“Yes. I’m yours. I’m yours. Take me, Drago, please, please, please,” he begs. I thrust forward, my hips hitting his wet skin. The shower is still pouring over us in a cascade of heat.
“That’s it. Fuck, you take me so fucking good,” I moan. “I wish you could see how well my cock looks slipping into you.” The visual is intoxicating as I watch myself disappear in and out of him. My claws extend out, and I trace them down his back. Blood pools in the marks I leave, before I lean down and lick it up. He spasms around me, a long shout leaving his mouth as he sinks deeper into the pain and pleasure I’m giving him.
He's lost in whimpers as I pump in and out. Giving himself fully to me, he holds perfectly still while I fuck myself into his body, the sounds of our exchange drowning in the shower.
When his body starts to push back into me, I know he’s barely holding onto himself. “You sound so sweet. Do you want to come for me?” I ask as I keep up the relentless pace I’ve set.
“Fuck, yes, I do. Please let me. Please, Drago. I want to come while you are inside me.” His begging is my undoing.
“Grab your cock and show me how you use it when I’m not here. When you think about your mates. When you think about me fucking your ass while you eat Ava’s pussy.” He lets out a low groan as he grabs his hard dick and begins savagely stroking himself, his other arm holding his body weight. The muscles and veins popping forward make me groan at his beauty.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come! Drago, I can’t stop,” he cries.
“That’s it, baby, let go,” I urge him. I feel the moment he starts pulsing, his ass tightening around me. I grab his hair, yanking him up before digging my teeth into the side of his neck. My own release barrels into me as I taste his blood on my tongue, my dragon pushing forward and out toward him. The connection forms between us as the last few ropes of my own release spill into him.
Mate.
The word pulses through me, my dragon's deep grumble vibrating out of my chest in pleasure. Like a cat curling around its owner's leg, I can feel him rubbing against Shadow’s savage dragon.
For a moment, there is absolute peace in our joining. Both dragons are content and happy. Shadow's own emotions pulse down the bond, an atypical array of calm feelings. It overtakes me in a cascade of warmth.
At least until the spell breaks.
And the feeling of happiness coming from him begins turning sour.
“You don’t know what you’ve done. This was a mistake,” he cries, his voice broken. His admission cuts me in half, and it takes everything in me not to show the pain he’s causing. He scrambles away from me, out of the mist of the hot shower, pulling himself off my cock. His back still covered in my scratches and my come still leaking from him, his broken form grips the counter tightly.
Leaving the shower and grabbing a towel, I cross my arms. “You'remine.Just like Ava is.” His panic claws at my freshly made bond. I can tell his own dragon simmers beneath his skin, calling out to bite me, to complete the bond. “It’s not your faultshedied.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, he whirls on me, his eyes flashing a brilliant gold. “Don’t you fucking talk about her, you don’t know what you're saying.” His body vibrates with the strain of holding himself back.
My heart aches, my chest cleaved in two, as I feel him slipping further and further away, so I do the only thing I can think of and bare the side of my neck to him. “Please,” I say.
His eyes widen. This might be the first time he’s ever heard me say please. And only the second time I’ve submitted to him, since that first time in his bedroom all those years ago. I stay still as he makes his decision.
