Page 53 of The Sacrifice

“What the fuck, Quintessa?” I snarl in her face and curse when she grinds against me, seeming oblivious to the goddamn blood still dripping from her pussy. “Fuck me!” I say through gritted teeth and push against her hips, forcing her out by a few inches, doing my best not to damage her more.

“Gladly,” she thrills, arches her neck, and presses her lips to mine. Once she shifts forward again, oh, goddamn me, the hot, wet grip of her body unravels me! There’s nothing between us. And everything. She’s exquisite. She’s molten heat and liquid fire surrounding me and sucking me. Fuck, I’m hurting her. No denying that from the blood leaking from her cunt warning me to get her to the steam pool as fast as possible. I try to dislodge again, only for her to grip my ass, yanking me harder, closer, tighter. The power in her arms is not normal. It mirrors mine, matches it, and reduces me to her fucking thrall, especially when she rubs her body against mine and starts to thrust up and down.

“Fuck, Tessie!”

“Yes!” she squeals and rides me harder, deeper. “Fuck Tessie. Fuck me. Do it! Do it all over again, Drago.”

Her fingers leave my ass and claw into my hair instead. With a mad, wild laugh, she rips at my strands, triggering me to growl and grip her throat. Not enough to strangle her, just enough to show her my control. What control? Lust stampedes through my system. My dragon roars his own laugh and urges me to take her, to give the salacious little minx what she desires. Oh, fucking goddammit, even with how our dragon plunged his club of a cock into her, she’s still tight and gripping me beyond the back of her cunt. She’s fucking shining like a diamond in the sunlight. Brighter than my dragon scales. She’s my ultimate treasure—one I’ll hoard forever!

The moment my brothers try to step in, Tessie lashes out at them with an ear-splitting scream. Her possession gets me even harder, excruciatingly hard. Fuck, goddammit fuck, I thrust inside her, and she throws her head back with a thrilled gasp.

“Harder,” she demands and bites the crest of my ear. The sensation ignites my blood. Hunger consumes me, lengthening my cock. Still, I hold back, pursuing her slowly, sensually, filling her softly. “Harder, Drago!” she shouts, and a sharp pain flares through me from her fingers tearing at the scales on my chest. Drawing blood.

“Goddamn!” I growl, but it turns into a groan from her mouth, her lips, her hot tongue stroking my chest, lapping up the blood. Right now, I’m pretty damned sure Tessie has become someone else, something else. At the very least, that something else has fused with her just as my dragon has. Something as monstrous as us.

She took every inch of our beast until we fucked her soul and shot her to the gates of heaven. Now, she’s back and bleeding and begging for the depths of hell! No other woman, no other girl, no other anything has ever taken all of us. Not even Mayce has received my dragon. That knowledge crashes against me with the force of a fucking meteor, and it triggers warfare to rage within me, a hatred to course through me. A few measly days, and this little gray girl has rattled the very framework of our foundation. Fuck, she’s shot it to hell. This little monster is breaking through our centuries-old bond, all so she may sink her claws into my heart and bleed me, destroy me far more than I ever could her.

All those thoughts spiral a carnal heat to my cock until it transforms, splits in two while still inside her. A grin breaches her lips, her eyes glaze over, and she squeezes all around me. Then arches her neck to kiss me. Damn, she smells so sweet, so bewildering. Growling, I grip the back of her head, fist her hair, and stab my tongue into that succulent channel. Groan at the first lick of her tongue and the taste of her.

Vicious and brutal, I drive myself harder inside her, punishing her for what she’s managed to do in such a small period. I ram my dragon tongue down her throat, careless if she can’t breathe. All she does is clamp down harder around my cocks.

Knotting her hair, I yank her head back, pound into her, and glare. “You like that, dirty girl?”

“Mmm...Drago,” she moans and rides me harder, hotter, closing her eyes. The sound of my name on her lips has me flaring all my scales and gripping her throat again, shaking her to force her eyes back to mine. I love how her lips form a swollen “O” and those pretty, round tits jiggle with every thrust of my cocks. “Give it to me, Drago!”

“Take my cocks, my good, filthy little pet. Scream while I’m fucking you hard,” I command and tilt my neck to capture her mouth, savoring the sound of her screams, those silky firm breasts rubbing against the blood on my chest, her sexy softness against all my hard armor. “Ride me, little monster.”

Oh, fuck, she slams her hips down so deep and tight on my cocks while her nails burrow into my shoulders, and she shakes her head in the throes of her pleasure. Screaming my name to the furthest reaches of the Waste. Her cunt chokes my cocks, practically strangles them. Flipping her onto her back while she’s still coming, I slam into her, power-fuck her into the ash and weeping roses. Thorns bite her flesh, slashing, drawing more blood as my cocks bleed her soft pussy. And she gets off on the fucking pain and punishment. She’s sucking me deeper, milking the life out of my cocks while I tear her up like the animal I am. Writhing wildly, she comes again and again. The most beautiful slut, thrall, pet, and queen. A gray girl who followed the blood of a dragon, wandered through the Veil of Souls, and captured four monster gods within a few hundred hours.

Fuck, she’ll pay for this! And I damn myself. Shoot my load into her. Spill all my seed into her. Then jerk out and grip her legs, hauling them over my shoulders, so I may plunge my tongue into her soaked pussy. Her wail pierces the air as I drink all her delicious wetness, that sweet arousal mixed with my cum and the ripe richness of her blood. All three are an erotic, irresistible combination for a primal beast like myself. I lap at all that juicy heat, penetrating deep inside to twist my tongue at her swollen and inflamed walls. Stab at that inner knot, feasting on her long and languid sobs from another orgasm as much as I feast on her blood.

She’s molten lava burning every cell in my body. She’s a goddamn demon nightmare wrapped in a siren daydream. She’s my prison. She’s my salvation. She feeds and fills me. And leaves me empty and starving. She’s my destruction. And an indestructible seal on my heart. She’s nothing. She’s everything.

I flick her clit with my tongue. Her screams reverberate into my chest. I suck the swollen nub deep into my mouth. Without mercy, I ravish her, knife my tongue along every threadbare nerve. I devour. I gorge upon her. She shudders upon my mouth. Lost within the sounds of her rasping whimpers from her throat too dry to scream, lost within the aroma of her arousal, lost within the taste of her, I seal my mouth over her heat. Eat out her glorious pussy that took all my dragon. I reward her with every kiss and lick and twirl of my tongue to her clitoris, with every rub and pinch of her pretty nipples. Finally, I sink my fingers into all her satiny, swollen flesh and glory in her falling over the edge and plummeting into my dark hell. She comes again and again, the pleasure skyrocketing her into an impossible delirium. And when her eyes roll to their ceilings and she falls against the ground, I grin, retreat from her pussy, and ease a sigh from the soft rise and fall of her chest. Goosebumps riddle her flesh from the pleasure, so great and intense, she’s passed out.

I kiss her supple lips, then lift her sleeping body. With my brothers following in silent reverence for what has happened, I carry my queen to the healing pool.

39

"You are the monstress in my blood...always."

QUINTESSA

“How do you feel?” Drago murmurs as he massages oil onto my skin and works the worn muscles in my neck and shoulders.

“Mmm...” I sigh and play with the sashes of my robe. “Warm. Tired. But only a little sore. And I’m so...”

“Happy?”

I shake my head. “That’s far too simple a word. High-spirited. Higher than the clouds, the moon, as high as the heavens. My old life is so low, I can hardly make it out.” I thread my fingers together and tip my head back, leaning into his caresses. I’d woken on the edge of the steam pool from the others kissing me, Mayce and Kyan, while Drago put his tongue to my pussy again. Something I’ve come to love is when they rouse me like that. The dark forbidden nature of them claiming me while I’m still passed out makes everything more intense.

Jinxy surprises me when he springs up and pounces on the edge of the bed before me. Head tilted, lips spread into a goofy grin, tongue lolling out. While I scratch his ears and beneath his chin, Drago leans in and hums low in my ear, “Thayne wants to take you riding.”

“Um...” I chew on my inner cheek while my gut clenches. “I’m pretty certain he already did. And then some!”

“Brat. Not that sort of riding. Now, bend over on my knee, so I may get your adorable ass nice and pink before it welts from his scales.”

With my other cheeks smoldering from the king’s command, I sweep my hair to my front and obey, draping my upper half over his relaxed thighs. Breathe in through my nose. Exhale through my mouth. He slowly lifts the ends of my robe to collect at my waist. The cool air coddles my cheeks. I relax all my muscles. Breathe out. Drago rubs my ass in a precursory warning, his hand warm as if he’s stoked a fresh surge of flames into his palms. The burning crack of his hand on my skin nearly has my body seizing, locking up. But it would only bring more pain. Instead, I bite the bedspread and bounce my hips ever so little to lift my ass toward him.

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