Page 22 of The Sacrifice

I gasp when he splits the jacket down the center, sending buttons clattering to the floor. My breath hitches when he jerks it off my body, spilling my small breasts and exposing my meager frame to his eye. With his hands distracted by the jacket, I scurry to the other side of the bed and crouch.

“We both know you’re gagging for my dragon dick. If you’re a good girl and get on the bed now, I’ll be gentle.” He jerks his finger toward it.

I set my hands on my hips and stick out my chin, courting his fire and destruction. “And here I thought lambs were gentle.”

Drago lifts his brows, and I resist the urge to clasp my hands together in pride from how I’ve surprised him. From my side vision, Qora hovers in the corner of the room, and I almost want to plead for her help. I don’t know how to tempt a monster god. Or look seductive. All I know is my fallback. I turn the darkest moments into games. And I love playing with this dragon. I’m dancing with a god, with a monster, and I fucking love it!

The King crouches, fingers curved upon the bed as he appraises me. “So, you want to play with monsters, little one? I’ll show you what happens when you tickle the dragon’s tail.”

I squeal, almost jumping up and down, “Will you chase it for me?”

Growling, he leaps for me, charging through the air and crossing the expanse of the bed in one stride. Regardless of my naked state, I scramble for the door, but the heat of his breath curls the hairs on the back of my neck before I touch the handle. Less than a second later, he coils the ends of my hair around his hand, forming a fist. And yanks me back.

I shriek, but my gasp cuts it off after he’s swung me around, so my front rubs against his. And that hard dragon cock twitches across the valley between my breasts thanks to how tall he is. Burning gods!

“So warm, little gray girl,” he purrs, all his muscles flexing from his powerful, bulging arms to his stony shoulders to the slabbed ridges of his chest and abs. And for the first time, I’m so keenly aware of my nipples pebbling for attention as they rasp against his rigid skin. Heat curls in my womb, roaming lower to flush my pussy. And a primal growl rises from Drago’s throat.

I frown, daring to plead with him, “Please call me something else. Anything else...”

Brows knitted low, he narrows his eyes and follows with, “I like your scent, my pet. It’s a goddamned winter flower shooting through the frost. One with enough strength to last through spring. Dark and floral. Scarred and cold and struggling for breath. So, I’ll give you mine. My breath. My heat. My fire.”

When he grips my hips, plucking me from the floor and into his arms, I squeal. I rake my nails across his chest, but flames crackle in a warning. Embers nip at my cheeks. He’s a firestorm imprisoning me in its inferno. When he crushes his mouth to mine, I breathe through my nose. He smells and tastes like the smoke and incense on Hollow Night.

After he’s dumped me on the bed and pinned me there, his malevolent hands roam, unhindered, all over my body that is downright tiny compared to his. His hand is enough to swallow three of my tits, but he squeezes and fondles them like they are more. A hard pinch to my nipple has me bucking beneath him. Clawing at the sheets. Gasping for breath. Everything tingles and tightens, ready to explode. My lips swell from his relentless kiss, how he nips at each one, then spears the seam with his tongue.

I’m falling into his hell.

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I'm His Dirty Good Girl

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I’m rising to that hell.

That bulging dragon member nudges my mound. I cling to his mouth. Cling to him with my nails digging into his shoulders, but he changes paths just as a raging fire would. Unpredictable and all-consuming. Destroying my will and any chance to escape, he kisses, nips, and licks his way down the curve of my throat and lower and lower, until he closes his hot, wet mouth around my peaked nipple. I shriek, undone by the hunger coiling tighter inside me from his tongue mauling the puckered bud that turns as hard as a stone.

By whatever that is unholy possessing me, I grind against him. Heavy and aching with undeniable hunger, I open my thighs to work that tender nub of nerves between them, trembling from the pleasure.

“Tell me, Tessie,” he chuckles low, plucking my hand and wrenching it between my legs. What comes out of my mouth is halfway between a gasp and a whimper when he rubs my fingers along my slick folds. “Do you feel this?”

He urges my finger to that swollen nub, and at the first touch of my fingertip with his hand holding mine, I screech and pant several back-to-back breaths. My body is on fire, my veins burn, and I want more. But then, he removes his hand, leaving nothing but hollow air against my vulnerable cunt.

“No,” I sob and grind against him again, reaching for his hand, wrenching it toward my petals again.

“Hmm...fascinating. So responsive. Are you a maid, then, little one?”

I snort laughter, muffling the sounds in the blankets. “No, but it’s the first time I—oh god!” I shriek again when he flicks my clit.

Once his fingertip leaves my pussy and skims my belly, I open my eyes and lick my lips, as fascinated as him. He traces the lines of ink with his smoke teasing from his fingers and roams along the puckered valleys. “Your skin with its scars is like the sky full of stars.”

I can’t help but smirk, followed with a shiver when he circles my areola with one finger. “That was a beastly attempt at poetry. Ow!” I yelp when he pinches my nipple hard, then pulls, elongating the bud.

The moment he licks his way down my body is when his erection throbs against my inner thigh. And I dare to reach down and grip that bulge, wanting to feel his heat and hunger and hardness. Drago growls and without warning, he turns me over. Rolls me onto my stomach. The strike comes like a whip of thunder. Too stunned, I freeze, my whole body locking up. And then, the blow deals its true punishment like a hot lick of blazing lightning on my bottom.

He fists my hair, and a swift grip to yank my head back commands my attention to his eyes. “When you are beneath me, you never touch, little pet. Is that clear?”

Tears blister in my eyes, but I muster a nod. The danger in his eyes surges a thrill right into my blood. And with the air cooling my skin to a luscious burn, I realize how much I enjoyed the scalding blow. I cry out, mewling when his hand slams down on my ass again. Each is like a burst of flame. Pater spanked and struck me so many times as a child, but I’d never felt it. I’d flushed from the humiliation, his hatred, my failure.

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