her clenching sheath.
She clamped down on his hand, rocking against his hips. Bracing one hand on his shoulder, she dipped the other between them and snapped open his jeans to grip his rigid erection. Her warm fingers pumped along his length while she rode his hand.
She was fucking beautiful. A siren who knew exactly what she wanted and begged him to give it to her.
Hard.
Her plump breasts bounced as she undulated; he tore open the front of her dress and freed them. The rosy peaks pebbled, tight little nipples that demanded attention too.
He slid his free hand along her back, drawing her close enough to flick his tongue across her breast, making her pearly skin glisten. As she spasmed around him, he growled and jerked his hips upward, grunting while hot spurts shot from his cock. He groaned, his release magnifying with each of her airy cries. Dragons didn’t orgasm like humans, so his ejaculation lasted minutes instead of seconds, his cum evaporating into the air.
During an orgasm was probably the one moment where a dragon could be caught vulnerable. His vision clouded and his pulse thrummed in his ears. He tuned out the world. As the buzz dissipated, he cracked open one eye.
Kadence stared at him, lips parted and eyes round.
Oh, yeah. Humans didn’t do that.
His hips finally stopped jerking, his arousal easing into satiation. Smirking, he leaned forward and stroked his thumb across her cheek. “Well, what did you expect?”
She swallowed hard at his jest. “What are you?” Her question was airy, her muscles tense, but he didn’t scent the rancid stench of fear on her.
Any answer he’d like to give her, he couldn’t, so he kept his mouth shut.
“You’re not human, so what are you?”
He remained silent.
Her fine brows drew together.
“Does it matter? It’s not my first time with a human. If you’re concerned. I can assure you all parts match up.” A rumble vibrated his chest. Next, he’d be teaching a class.
How to Fuck a Dragon: 101.
“No, I… I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. Excuse me.” She shoved off him, tugging down her skirt as she scurried to the bathroom.
Delicate, Lok. He grimaced at himself. Way to earn her trust. Joke right after sharing a tender moment.
Pretty sure that wasn’t how humans did it.
Whatever gains he’d made, well, shit. He’d obliterated them.
Nicely done.
***
Kadence splashed cool water on her face, but her cheeks were still flaming. What the hell had overcome her, that she’d done that …with Lok .
Seriously?
Lok, who wasn’t even human. What a way to confirm her suspicions.
So what was he? And why wouldn’t he come out and tell her?
This must be some kind of game to him. A sick game. The chain around her wrist glinted at her, taunting.
She made a habit of at least learning a guy’s species before she slept with him. Time to demand some answers from Lok.
After drying her face with a hand towel, she marched from the bathroom, following the chain to the closet, where Lok was stripping.
His bare, muscled back greeted her, flexing with an insane amount of brawn. Her throat dried, her demands withering away with her breath.
“Time to go.” Ignoring her, he tugged on a crisp blue shirt, re-shackled his wrist, and headed for the door.
“Wait. I haven’t changed yet.”
“Haven’t you?” He glanced over his shoulder, his dark swirling eyes piercing. “You feel different. I know you do.”
His gaze dropped to the floor and he pressed his lips into a grim line.
“What do you mean?” Either Lok was babbling nonsense again, or he knew something about her she didn’t. Her gut told her the latter. She treaded forward. “Lok? Answer me.”
Instead, he gave his head a slight shake. “Get dressed. Our ride is waiting.”
Her shoulders sagged while she stared at him, closing off. Whatever intimacy they’d cultivated was buried now. Focus. Right. She had more important things to worry about. Like saving Mel.
After Kadence
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