Hoarded by the Dragon (Monstrous Matches, #4)

The tension that wound me tight even as it coaxed me open snaps. The orgasm is a weak, shuddering relief, a flash of heat before cooling waves.

In a blink, Kalos is pulling me to sitting, the plug shifting in a tease. He kisses my throat, my cheek, before claiming my mouth. His campfire and cinnamon tastes erotic with the mix of my flavor. He lifts me off the edge, and we sink into the water again, my senses still reverberating.

“That’s it. Something to take the edge off,” Kalos breathes against my lips as I pant against his.

“What?” I ask, shaking my head, still coming down from my release.

His laugh is warm and knowing. “You don’t want more?”

“There’s more?”

“Oh, Rina, there’s always more when we’re together.” The teasing note of the words doesn’t disguise the softness of Kalos’s face. His heated hand cradles my chilled cheek.

One of his cocks brushes against my stomach. Oh. With his tongue buried inside me and the teasing pressure of the toy, I almost forgot why we were using the butt plug.

Nerves rise all over again, but Kalos tightens his hold on my body, chasing away the worst of them with his strong arm around my waist.

“Easy now. We don’t have to do anything more than we’ve already done,” he says.

Instead of rushing to deny that point, I reflect. This experience is just as much for me as it is for him. My body hums with the recent climax, but there’s an underlying need that still hasn’t been addressed. I’m not satisfied.

“You promised that I’d have all of you,” I say.

Kalos’s grin is searing. He threads his fingers through my wet hair and pulls gently, causing my eyes to roll back.

“And you will have all of me,” he murmurs before kissing me. The kiss isn’t a hurried thing. It starts slow before deepening. It communicates all the words he’s never actually said.

He wants all of me. Not just for sex, but for something more. Something he doesn’t think is possible and won’t say aloud.

Or that’s just what the flame of hope in my chest wants me to believe. Higher logic than that doesn’t exist in this moment. The world is Kalos’s taste, and I’m lost to it. Each stroke of his tongue and nip of his teeth entrance me until I’m digging my nails into his shoulders, trying to climb his body to get more of the teasing flavor of what he’s promising.

Kalos’s body tenses, and the growl building in his chest when I nip his lower lip hums the knowledge that he’s at the end of his patience.

“Please,” I say, running a hand up and softly stroking his hard upper cock.

The water splashes with his movement, and we’re back to the cushion he placed at the edge of the pool. He turns me over it, my face and breasts pressing against it as the hot water laps my belly. A stone step in the side of the pool is at the perfect height for my feet in this position. My cheek presses against the damp fabric, and I revel in this vulnerable position.

Kalos’s hands slide down my body, trailing drops of water over the skin of my ribs and swell of my hips, before tugging on the butt plug. I make a sound of surprise and he slows his motions.

“Is this okay?” he asks. His voice deep with his own desire.

“Yes, you just surprised me,” I admit. “Keep going.”

The pull on the toy is softer now, increasing in strength until finally my body gives to the slide and I moan. There’s another snick, and I glance back, watching Kalos apply lubricant to his ridged upper cock.

The shine as he strokes his hand over the flushed darker skin of his erection has my body tightening, and a needy sound escapes my throat.

Kalos’s grin is pure sin. “Are you ready to take me, my queen?”

“Yes.” My answer is more of a breath than a word, but he hears me. He knows what I want.

He climbs over me, warming my back, the position claiming and primal. The hot, slippery head of his cock slides over the delicate skin of my asshole, and I moan at the sensation of it. He presses against me even slower than he had with the toy, but my body is ready for this.

The head of his cock pushes past a ring of muscle, and I groan. The feel of him penetrating me there is intense, all-encompassing.

“Fuck,” I breathe as I give this part of myself to him.

His hips pull and push gently, coaxing my ass to take more of him until he’s sliding almost halfway inside me. My body tightens in surprise, but there’s no pain, only the stretch.

Kalos curses.

“What?” I ask.

“Watching your body take mine is causing havoc to my self-control.”

“Then let yourself go.”

Kalos coughs a laugh. “No. This is too precious of a gift to lose this moment because of the erotic way your asshole is stretching to take my cock.”

I make a pleading sound in the back of my throat. His words are distraction enough for the both of us because, with his next press in, he slides all the way home inside me.

Kalos groans. “Oh, sweet queen, you’re perfection. Are you ready to take my first release?”

My mind ping-pongs between thought, emotion, and sensation, but still manages to interpret his words. We’ve been together enough times for me to know what’s coming next.

“Please.”

Kalos’s cock swells, and his grunt rattles my bones. The heat from his first release has me crying out. The tightness eases as his healing cum fills me where I’ve never been filled before. I’m still stretched and raw, but my body tenses in the need for more, to completely be taken by my dragon.

“Kalos,” I moan and try to muffle myself with the cushion, but my hips try to move to push back and take more of him.

“Shh, let my seed work,” he purrs, and I bite my lip.

It’s working too well. Every slick ridge on his cock throbs inside of my sensitized ass.

When he slips his still stiff cock partway from my body, I try to rear back to stop him. I need more.

Kalos’s grip on my hips stops me, and he laughs.

“Fuck me,” I plead. “Take me. I need you.”

“Yes, you do.” Kalos softly rocks his hips, the ribbing of his body pulling and pushing into mine has a whimper building in my chest. “I promised you thrills, Rina. I won’t go back on my word to you.”

I press my face back into the cushion, letting him direct my body how he wishes me to be.

“Now it’s time to give you all of me. Relax for me, dearest.”

I relax, not from his order but from surprise. Dearest.

Kalos drags his other cock against my weeping center and pushes inside.

I shout, and he freezes. Oh my god, the stretch. His cock in my ass throbs in time to the one in my pussy.

“You’re so wet for me. So needy. Breathe into the stretch,” he orders.

I’m trying.

Kalos runs a hand down my spine, pushing down between my shoulder blades. It should make breathing harder, but something about the submissive posturing unravels the tightness in my chest.

“I have you, Rina. I won’t let you fall.” His moan is guttural, and his words don’t quite make sense, but the meaning is clear.

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