Page 52 of Dragon Heir

Looking at her now, with her bedhead and the freckles scattered across her nose, I think maybe this is the right time to tell her exactly how I feel. The emotions that have always churned inside me like the deep ocean’s tides. But I also know that this can’t last. She can give me her body, as I gave mine to those meaningless nights in other beds, but she can’t give me every night in her bed. That honor will be reserved for her chosen mate, her husband, a prince from another kingdom, while I stand outside her bedchamber guarding the door.

I’m a halfling. I’m not even fit to be her illicit lover.

The thought makes my dragon blood boil, and I feel scales sweep over my back. If I’ll have to endure that then, at least I can take this moment for myself. One moment to have all I’ve ever wanted, fantasized about. One moment to pretend we are equals, while she still believes it.

“What do you want, Nessie?” I whisper, running my lips across her cheekbones, down to her ear. “Tell me.”

“I want you,” she gasps in a soft, breathy voice that makes me throb between her legs. Her arousal has already soaked through my pants, an indication of how ready she is for mating. As I take her earlobe between my teeth, she arches into me, gripping my back until her nails bite into my skin. “All of you.”

A growl builds in my throat, until I can’t bear it. I rip at her night clothes, tearing open her silk gown. Her perfect breasts fall loose, now swollen in her readiness, begging for attention. I run my hands over her skin, her exposed body. My own arousal heightens almost painfully, but I ignore it. This is for Vynessa, for all the times I chased away guys who weren’t good enough. If I couldn’t have her, they sure as hell couldn’t either.

She reaches down, toward my shaft, but I pull her hands away.

“But I’ve never…” she begins, her face going darker when she blushes.

“I know,” I tell her. “So let me make it up to you. Don’t worry about me this time. Maybe next time.” I hate the lie that rolls off my tongue so easily after all these years of deceiving her. I don’t deserve her trust because I’m betraying her even now. This is our time, our one time. Even as my mouth moves over her, sliding down her neck and onto her chest, I vow that I will not give in again.

But I want her to know how I feel, even if I can’t say it. I want her to know how this feels, to be with me. I want to give her everything I never could. And selfishly, I want her to remember me as her first orgasm. I want her to think of me when she’s lying with her king. I want to always have this part of her memory.

A little voice inside my head warns me that it might be a regret for her, not a sweet memory. After all, aren’t many of my own memories turning to shame, the lust tainted with bitterness and longing more than sweetness?

What if she loves her king and hates herself for getting swept away in this moment, when she’s vulnerable and alone in a foreign place?

My mouth stops at her silk panties, and I look up the length of her body. My hand slides further, touching her heat through the silk, watching her face, listening to her rapid breathing, reading her cues to see what she likes.

“Please,” she begs, lifting her hips shamelessly.

Who am I do deny her?

I slide her silk panties down her strong thighs, bearing the treasure between. Her flesh is swollen and glistening like rubies, inflamed with her heat. The scent of her ripe sex makes my head spin, all thoughts cloaked in a fog of human lust and my dragon’s instinctual frenzy to mate with a female in heat, to breed her full of my powerful seed.

I grab her thighs and squeeze, steadying myself. Spreading her knees wide, I lean in, letting my tongue slide through her soaked slit, tasting her scalding heat, her burnt-sugar sweetness. Her hips try to lift but I pin her down. My dragon roars to come out, and I let him have my tongue, lengthening it into a forked serpentine shape before plunging it deep inside her.

She shrieks so loud True must hear us—unless her chamber is soundproof. There’s no point is trying to keep her quiet now. I spread her open and take her, sucking and licking, fucking her to her depths with my forked tongue, drinking her arousal like the sweetest nectar. I’m so hard I can’t stop the loud groans that rip from me as I feast on her hot, swollen cunt.

She screams and bucks under me, arching her back, her heels driving into the bed, her hands fisting in my hair as she grinds against my face. I latch onto her clit, sucking it with my lips while I extend my tongue down through her slit and plunge it deep inside her again.

“Too much,” she cries, and I circle my dragon tongue against her walls as her muscles grip my tongue. Wordless shrieks tear from her, and her hips pump up and down, riding my tongue while my lips nurse on her stiff clit, sucking out every drop of her release.

My dragon roars to break free, and my cock throbs so hard it’s painful. I drive it into the mattress to keep from raising up and burying it to the hilt in Vynessa’s slick, pulsing pussy. Relief trembles through me as warm liquid shoots through my cock while she continues to cry out again and again.

“Pax! For the love of the last unicorn, Pax, fuck me,” she chants, her walls clenching and throbbing around my long tongue that’s still buried so deep I can taste her cervix. When I’ve spurted out all the come I possess, I feel a following rush of cool water erupt from my cock, soaking her bed, as my orgasm continues through me in waves along with hers.

Finally she flops back, limp and panting, sweat beading on her golden skin.

Fuck I wish I could have felt that orgasm squeeze around my shaft, that I could have shot my load deep inside her, filling her belly with my seed until it swelled round.

Too soon, she clutches at me, squeezing me to her.

I lay lingering kisses on her scalding sex, then up her swollen mound, her stomach, while she lies there catching her breath.

“Wow,” she breathes. “So that’s what I’ve been missing out on.”

I can’t help but laugh. “That was just a preview,” I say, smiling down at her. I kiss her nose, those freckles that scatter her skin like constellations.

“If that was just a preview, I don’t know if I can handle the full treatment,” she says, pushing at my chest until I roll over beside her.

“You can,” I say seriously. “Just take it slow, at your own pace. With whoever you’re with.”