The robe flows over my skin and makes me shiver. I wear nothing underneath. I’m bare and sensitive and need Kalos’s help.
He makes an annoyed sound. “I don’t care if I’m in a meeting. You tell me when you need something.”
“I need you,” I say easily. I may be a prideful woman in the light of day, but my body has learned that begging this dragon gets it what it wants. He doesn’t make me wait.
“Then come, little queen. Let me satisfy you.” He holds out a hand, and I practically run to him. When he pulls me into his arms, I sigh in bliss. He picks me up in a bridal carry and heads for the bed. “Not complaining about me picking you up now,” he teases.
I hum. He places me on the bed, and I kneel on it, pulling him close to me, enjoying the slide of our silk robes against each other but needing more. My hand slips inside his robe, over his heart, before untying the robe and pushing it off his shoulders. He watches me as I move, his golden eyes glowing in the low light.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks with the curve of his lips as my hands drift over his chest and abs before dropping lower to touch his cocks. They’re already hard and pulsing hot in my grip. The tips beading with precum.
“Yes, but I need more of you,” I say, half in a greedy daze and half-burningly curious.
“I am yours to explore,” he says as magnanimously as a king. His arms open wide. I have no doubt that he’s been a king before. Powerful, forbidding, immortal creature. A crown would look good on him.
I glance down to keep myself from being distracted. I lick my lips at the pearly white bead of cum starting to run down his upper shaft. “Can I taste you?”
The glow of Kalos’s eyes brighten in avarice. “Only if I can return the favor.”
I shiver at the memory of how he’d tongued me our first night together. “I wouldn’t complain about that.”
My mouth waters, but I don’t rush myself. The burn in my soul is hungry, but I want more than mind-blowing orgasms. I want to learn Kalos’s body. I want to discover how to make his breath hitch and the muscles of his thighs tighten.
Each detail is one that I’ll lock away. Secrets for myself. Brushstrokes to build memories for when our daughter is born and he no longer needs to hold me at night or satisfy the needs of my body.
My lips part on the tip of his cock, kissing him. The head is warm and spongy, the skin soft. He throbs in my grip. Another bead of cum forms under my lips, and I lick it away. My senses are filled with a salty, spicy flavor, like bitter cinnamon.
Kalos huffs a breath above me, being patient with my explorations.
I take him in my mouth to reward him, my lips sliding over the ribbed texture under the skin of his shaft.
He moans and talons tangle in my hair.
My toes curl when he slightly tugs on the strands, angling my eyes up to meet his. The power he exerts has me making a sound that is muffled by his hardness.
Kalos arches a brow, silently asking permission to move with the soft rock of his hips.
I greedily accept the soft thrust, and Kalos tightens his hold on my hair. “Your mouth is so pretty when it’s full of me, Rina.”
I stroke my tongue along his shaft as he pulls away slowly. His other cock smears streaks of precum along my cheek and throat. It’s not lost on me that this may have started with me exploring Kalos and giving him pleasure, but now it’s very much Kalos directing where he wants me, and I love it.
Each time he gives me an order or positions me how he desires it creates a fuzzy glow in my chest along with a throbbing response of interest in my body. It makes me feel wanted. It makes me believe that he needs me.
“Will my little queen let me fuck her throat until she swallows me down?” he asks.
I nod excitedly, but gag with his first full thrust. I’ve only done this a few times before, but never with a ribbed dragon cock.
Kalos allows me to pull away on a gasp.
“Too much?” he asks, stroking away the tears from my cheeks. My face burns in embarrassment.
“It was just a lot at once. I’ve never had a guy thrust in my mouth.” I quirk my lips at the thought that I’d bitten off more than I can chew, but don’t voice it. I’m not the most experienced, but even I know not to talk about biting right now.
There’s a glint of possessiveness in Kalos’s eyes that has my heart skipping a beat. It’s not a kind look. Is his dragon displeased at the thought of me doing this to others?
“Again, I’ll teach you how to take me,” Kalos growls and places the head of his cock on my parted lips. He waits until I open my mouth to take him before forging in. “Swallow when I hit the back of your throat.”
I do what he says and my eyes water, my body tensing up. Kalos’s deep groan makes it all worth it. My body clenches in emptiness, but I focus on how he’s moving. I let his body dictate the actions of mine as he steals my breath over and over again.
I’m swallowing taste after taste of Kalos, but I want more. My nails dig into his thighs, and his muscles tighten.
“Now swallow my seed. Let it ease your cravings,” he hisses.
I moan at the thought, and the hard cock in my mouth kicks as it fills it with bitter cinnamon. I swallow multiple times but not quickly enough. His release spills from my lips, and he pulls from me, adding to the mess on my chin.
My body sways, satisfied and hungry all at once. Kalos breathes out, his thumb wiping across my mouth and smearing his seed to make an even bigger mess.
I moan, and his eyes flash, showing Mr. Dragon is in the building.
“So beautiful,” he purrs. “My perfect mate.”
Mate.
I’m disappointed that it’s his dragon saying these pretty words rather than Kalos, but I’ve already accepted that we won’t have a relationship like that, haven’t I?
Maybe I have some hope still alive. A small flame of possibility I have yet to snuff out and that I don’t want to.
As if the words reawaken Kalos, the glow in his eyes dims, and he picks up his robe from the floor, using it to wipe my mouth as clean as he can without water. “My apologies,” he murmurs.
“It’s okay. I like it.” And I do. I like that he felt the need to rub his release into my skin. It’s similar to when he fills up my pussy and I feel claimed for days after.
His motions still. “Would you keep from washing my scent away for now?” His nostrils flare. “I like my mark on you.”
I nod, a little dazed, before blinking and bringing my attention to his other cock—the one with the knot. My body is begging for release, but I don’t want to leave him wanting.
Kalos stops my movements.
“Not yet. It’s time for my prize,” he says.
I open my mouth, but he’s already in motion.
He places his hand at the small of my back and pulls the tie for my robe. “Perfect little queen,” he croons. The robe is quick to fall from my shoulders. I move as if to lie back on the bed, but he keeps me where I am.