Page 43 of The Dragon Sacrifice

“I want you to ravish me,” she blurted.

“About time,” he said.

He made quick work of his pants and then was naked before her, but she barely had time to look. It seemed he wanted her nearly as desperately as she wanted him. In seconds, he was hovering over her, his giant cock bumping against her core.

She sensed his hesitation, so she gripped his back, urging him on. “Yes,” she moaned, lifting her hips to encourage him. “This is what I want.”

“Ask and you shall receive.”

He slid up slowly, the tip of his cock separating her wet folds. There was so much pleasure. She had wanted this for so long. Sinking her nails into his shoulder, she urged him on, making sure he wouldn’t stop.

He surged into her with a groan. Seela felt a pinch of pleasure-pain, but it only served to make her hotter. The full length of him was inside her. And when he started to move in and out, the friction nearly drove her mad.

“Oh, Jerrard,” she moaned as she rocked her hips against him. The feel of him was incredible, but when he held himself up with one hand and reached between her legs with the other, it was more than she could handle. Both sensations exploded throughout her body. Her inner muscles clenched around him; she was tighter and wetter than she’d ever felt before. The sensation of him inside her, moving in time with her, built the elation to a new level.

She glanced into his glorious face, twisted and tight with his own pleasure. The muscles of his arms and chest glistened as he rocked above her. He was everything she could’ve ever wanted. She wanted to tell him so, but then the friction their bodies were causing made her only able to groan and pant. It was so good.

Seela felt her body tumble over the edge of ecstasy. She came crying out his name, shaking as she rode wave after wave of ultimate pleasure as he moved on top of her.

“Oh, Lords, you feel so good, Seela,” he said, gritting his teeth.

As her senses returned, Seela stared at his perfect face, glistening with a sheen of sweat. He looked down, kissing her passionately as he surged into her over and over. Then his body was arching, his muscles rigid. His mouth dropped open as he moaned. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, and it drove her over the edge one more time. Seela thought that this moment must be what flying felt like.

When it was over, they lay beside each other, snug and content. Seela had no idea how she could feel so safe in a place that was so awful. But Jerrard was there. He would make sure she was safe.

His hand skimmed up and down her arm gently. They were basking in the glow, but she soon began to realize that he would know the truth. Their mating hadn’t unlocked some secret magic within them. It hadn’t destroyed the curse. She’d failed him. And soon, he’d know it.

“What’s wrong?” he said, propping his head up in his hands to stare into her face for answers.

Damn his intuition. She kept her eyes focused on the drippy ceiling as if that would do anything to hide her from him. “You didn’t shift,” she said quietly.

He glanced down at his body as if checking to see if what she’d said was accurate. “It might not be instantaneous. We have to give it time. The bishop picked you for a reason. I’m sure it’ll happen soon.”

Seela shook her head as tears filled her eyes. But instead of rejecting her, he pulled her closer, stroking her hair and trying to comfort her. She turned her head away, his reassurance making her feel worse.

“No, you don’t understand,” she mumbled into his chest. “The bishop didn’t choose me because I was special. The bishop chose me because he was angry with me. Because I wouldn’t go to his bed.” She felt the weight of her words fall on her like crushing blows. “This won’t work because I’m not special. I’m just… nothing.”

He froze, and she thought this would be the moment he would push her away. Instead, he pulled her into a tighter embrace. “You’re not nothing. How can you say that? You’re… everything. You’re smart and strong and brave. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

The relief she felt at his words was more than Seela could handle. She sobbed into his chest, clinging to him as he held her and stroked her hair. He didn’t hate her. He hadn’t rejected her. All this time she’d been afraid, but it had all been for nothing.

“Seela, Seela, Seela,” he murmured. “You’re all we’ve been wishing for. You’re everything we’ve wanted.”

“But the curse,” she said through her tears.

He shook his head. “We’ll figure out another way.”

“They’ll kill us,” she said, misery hanging over her again.

“No one will lay a hand on you again,” he said protectively.

Seela didn’t know how long she let him hold her like that, but she wanted it to last for eternity, safe in Jerrard’s strong arms. Before long, though, they heard the scuttle of many feet approaching outside of their webbed cell.

Her eyes shot up. There was no mistake. The horde was coming.

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