Page 23 of Rejected By Dragons

Our gazes meet.

And then he's shoving inside.

I have to clench my jaw to keep from crying out. Fuck, he's huge. Perfect. My body stretches to accept him, but the fullness and the burn are exactly what I need right now. I don't want loving and tender; we've never had time for that anyway. I want rough and raw and painful and real. I want to feel him for days--even after--

I can't think about after.

Grasping him by the neck, I pull him closer. His open mouth mashes to mine. He grinds in a couple of times, putting just the right pressure on my clit. With his weight, he bears me down onto the table until I'm flat on my back. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders.

"Can't," he groans, and he keeps saying that. He can't fail his sister, he can't help me, he can't lose me.

The only thing he can do, apparently, is fuck me.

I spur him on with my heels. He takes the hint, withdrawing in a long, slow glide. My body clenches around nothing, trying to pull him back in, but I'm at his mercy. He shoves in to the hilt again, and my head slams into the table.

"Fuck--" It feels so good and hurts so much.

He pulls back and thrusts home faster this time. Every stroke is punishing in its intensity, brutal even.

"Harder," I gasp.

"Ember--" He obeys, pounding into me now.

I tilt my hips and let out a sound that's too loud, but I can't stop myself. The thick head of his cock hammers at that delicious spot inside of me. I sneak a hand between us to mash my fingers against my achy clit, but he shoves me away. His own rough thumb takes my place, and yes--yes, that's even better.

With every deep, battering thrust into me, I push myself up into him. Wet, filthy sounds of raw fucking fill the tent. His balls slap into my ass, and I'm dripping all over him. My entire body clenches, hurtling toward an oblivion too deep to imagine.

And then I'm there.

"Storm, Storm," I pant, "I--"

I slam my mouth shut to keep the treacherous words inside. The ones where I would tell him how I really feel about him. We're already a tragedy. No need to make it worse, now.

"I know, I feel--"

He kisses down to my jaw and sinks his teeth into my neck. Electricity shoots to my toes, and I pulse around him, squeezing him.

"Come," he begs me, "Need to feel you--"

I barely stifle my scream, the intensity of my climax too much. It sweeps me away, and he's shouting my name into my hair, battering my spasming pussy over and over until I crest again. His thick cock grows impossibly thicker, and then he's shoving in a final time.

"Ember..."

Hot come fills me to the brim, and a third orgasm rocks me, and how can I do this? How can I leave him?

How can I stay?

He slumps over me, still spurting his seed deep into my womb, and I hold him tight. A single tear forms at the corner of my eye.

I open my mouth, all my fear and despair and love too much to hold back anymore.

Only I don't get a chance to say a thing.

All of a sudden, the tent flap flies open.

In strides Prince Fury.

Followed by none other than King Zephyr himself.

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