I groan as my knot throbs even harder. My rut is reaching its peak. I haven’t spilled my seed yet, and I desperately need release. The storm is raging, and so is my Alpha. I can’t order Zenevieve to leave me, and I can’t leave either. I don’t want to go anywhere, storm or not.
There are so many old stories about dragonrider lovers sheltering under their dragons’ wings to make love. I feel like we’re in one of those tales. Outside, the wind howls. Nilak’s scales are basking us in warmth. Lenhale, the flare, my duties, all feel very far away.
Zenevieve kisses my feverish cheeks. “You smell like you need me, and I need you. You taste like you need me, too.” She runs the tip of her pink tongue over my lips, and then her own. I stare down into her parted, lush, inviting lips.
I slant my mouth over hers and claim them. My arms wrap around her, and her body is soft and willing in my arms. I cup the curves of her ass and slide my fingers between her legs, seeking her sex. Seeking the part of her that I want to sink into, right up to my knot.
She’s wet for me. I groan and find the line of flesh between her neck and shoulder with my teeth, and bite down. Bliss erupts in my mouth as my dragines finally test her flesh.
“I need to feel you,” I pant desperately.
“Please,” she breathes.
Together, we unfasten her breastband and drawers and I pull them from her body.
“Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl, marveling at her. Her full breasts with tight, dusky nipples. Her slender waist and the curve of her hips. Her soft thighs and the shiny pink of her sex. I know that a woman has a tight bundle of nerves at thetop of her sex where she can easily reach it. I find it and gently roll it beneath my thumb. Zenevieve’s face flushes red, and she clutches my shoulders, raising her head so she can watch me touching her.
“Oh, gods, Stesha,” she cries in a tight, high voice.
I explore lower, and find a concave, and the source of her wetness. Carefully, watching her face, I push my middle finger into her, marveling at her heat and the grip she has on me.
Zenevieve cries out and falls onto her back, her beautiful neck arching as I pump my finger slowly in and out of her.
“How does that feel?”
“Like you’re finally where you should be. I’ve ached for you, Stesha, for years and years. I’ve only ever wanted you touching me.”
Only me. All for me. I pant harder, my need for her growing stronger. I roll on top of her, bracing myself on my elbow with my last shred of sanity, and look into her eyes. I’m trying to stack words into order in my feverish mind to tell her how much she means to me, but before I can form a sentence, she reaches for the laces on my underbreeches and pulls the ties undone. Zenevieve’s hand encircles my cock, and I sink my teeth into her shoulder as I thrust my fingers into her.
“Please, Stesha, I want you,” she whispers up my throat.
I slide between her thighs, planting kisses on her parted lips. She wraps her legs around my hips and buries her hands in my hair. I slide my shaft through her sex, making myself slippery, rolling my flesh against her clit, and delighting in her moans that I capture with my mouth.
Zenevieve reaches down between us and notches the head of my cock against her inner lips. Gods, I’m going to die from pleasure.
I kiss her once more, and surge into her.
Zenevieve’s gasp is filled with shock and delight. She fits me like a glove, her inner muscles squeezing and rippling along my length. I don’t know what I’m doing, but apparently it doesn’t matter because instinct takes over. I pull back my hips and thrust into her again, my whole body lighting up in more pleasure than I’ve ever known.
18
Zenevieve
Stesha sits up, kneeling with my thighs around his hips so he can watch his cock gliding in and out of me. Every surge and ebb is building a delicious ache inside of me. I feel more of him inside me with every stroke. He pauses for a moment, filling me to my limit, and I feel the swell of his knot against me.
“That’s my girl. You feel that?” Stesha grips my hips and grinds into me. “All the way to my knot. Good little Beta.”
I think I’m going to pass out hearing him talking to me like this. His long white hair cascades around his shoulders, and his clean-shaven cheeks are flushed pink. His icy eyes are dark and stormy. Stesha in his rut is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Holding his knot tight against me, he once again finds my clit with the pad of his thumb and strokes me in agonizingly tender circles.
“Please fuck me,” I beg him. I want to feel his knot slamming against me and watch his body move as he drives himself insane from pleasure.
But Stesha is stubborn and doesn’t move. “Come for me first. I want to see you.”
He watches me closely as he touches me, listening to my breathing and gasps of pleasure. Learning what feels good to me. He’s a fast learner, because it’s not long before my nails rake down his chest, my back arches, and I cry out as my climax takes me.
Stesha takes a ragged breath. “Gods, I can feel you clenching on my shaft. You’re incredible.”
Apparently he can’t wait any longer, and before my orgasm releases me, he’s thrusting into me, fast and deep. The pleasure barely pauses before it’s building again. He falls forward, bracing one hand beside my head and his other hand cradling the back of my head. His face is close to mine, and we’re looking into each other’s eyes as he slams into me again and again. I hold tight to his shoulders as the climax that barely faded rises again.
