I could only nod frantically, my hand already reaching for him, fingers trembling with need.
He settled beside me, his body heat radiating against my flesh. His palm slid up my inner thigh, callused fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, each touch making my muscles quiver. His fingers found me slick and ready, sliding through my wetness with ease, but he hesitated, his movements stilling. His eyes flicked down to his scaled length, then back to where his fingers disappeared inside me, his brow furrowing slightly with concern.
His movements stilled completely, the tension in his powerful body shifting from desire to something more vulnerable, concern etched across his angular features. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped, his voice dropping to a whisper so soft it was almost fragile.
I followed his gaze downward, understanding dawning as I realized the source of his hesitation. He was big. Substantially bigger than any human male I’d ever been with, his shaft uniquely textured with those mesmerizing blue-gold scales. Beautiful, undeniably, breathtakingly beautiful, but also intimidating in a way that made my pulse quicken. The iridescent scales created ridges and textures alongside his considerable length promised sensations I’d never experienced.
I reached up with trembling fingers, tracing the sharp, defined line of his jaw, feeling the muscle jumping under my touch. His eyes fluttered closed, a shuddering breath escaping his parted lips.
“You could never hurt me,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the thundering of my heart. I curled my fingers around the back of his neck, threading them through the silky strands of his blue hair, pulling him closer until our foreheads touched and I could feel his breath mingling with mine. “You’re mine, just as I’m yours.”
He heaved a deep shuddering breath, his muscles relaxing, but still he did not move. I dug my nails into the firm muscles of his shoulders, leaving crescent marks on his scales. “If you stop now….” My voice broke into a whimper. “Diarvet. Please. I need you.”
His bright blue eyes locked with mine, pupils blown wide with desire, as he shifted his weight and settled himself between my thighs. The muscles in his arms flexed as he braced himself above me. My legs wrapped around his narrow hips, pulling him closer, my heels digging into the small of his back, urging him forward.
The broad head of his cock slid against my entrance, the textured scales catching and dragging slightly against my sensitive, swollen flesh. The sensation made my back arch sharply, a sharp gasp tearing from my lips.
Diarvet pushed forward slowly, his jaw clenched tight with restraint, tendons standing out in sharp relief along his neck. My fingers dug deeper into his shoulders as my body yielded to him inch by inch, my inner walls stretching to accommodate his considerable girth, the scales adding texture that made every second of penetration exquisitely intense.
He withdrew with agonizing slowness until just the scaled tip remained inside, my body clenching around him, trying to pull him back. Then he thrust forward with a force that stole the breath from my lungs, driving deep. Those ridged scales along his shaft dragged against my inner walls with delicious friction, the texture catching and releasing, sending bolts of lightning racing up my spine and exploding behind my eyes.
Our mouths crashed together, his tongue sliding against mine in the same primal rhythm as our bodies, claiming and exploring. The taste of my own arousal still lingered on his lips, mixing with his own unique flavor.
My vision blurred at the edges, the jungle dissolving into abstract patterns of green and gold as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My inner muscles clamped down on him, pulsing and fluttering with each heartbeat, drawing him deeper.
Diarvet buried himself to the hilt, his powerful muscles trembling against my thighs, his entire body taut. “So beautiful, my zeihava,” he groaned against my lips, his voice rough and broken with need. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
His voice pushed me over the edge. My cry of release echoed through the jungle, startling a flock of brilliantly colored birds into sudden flight. The universe narrowed to just this singular moment—our bodies joined and moved as one, hearts pounding in synchronicity.
I was still trembling when Diarvet’s hand hooked under my knee, lifting my leg until my thigh pressed flush against my chest. The shift in angle made his next thrust devastatingly deep.The scaled head of his cock dragging across that perfect spot inside me that sent white-hot sparks bursting behind my eyelids. His scales rasped deliciously against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the blue-gold iridescence catching and reflecting the light, creating shifting patterns across our joined bodies.
“Goddess!” The word escaped through his clenched teeth, as his hips snapped forward with renewed urgency, driving deeper still. The corded muscles of his abdomen flexed and rippled with each powerful thrust. “Perfect, zeihava.” His voice broke on the word, vibrating through my core where our bodies connected.
My fingernails dug into the firm muscle of his shoulders as the pressure built again, coiling tighter and tighter in my lower belly. My spine arched sharply off the damp moss beneath us, my breasts pressing against his chest as every nerve ending in my body ignited. When the climax hit, it crashed over me in devastating waves. Stars burst behind my tightly closed eyes, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his scaled length as my cry of ecstasy echoed, raw and uninhibited.
His mouth crashed against mine, swallowing my moans, his tongue sliding against mine in the same frantic rhythm as his thrusts. His muscles coiled tight beneath my palms, every muscle trembling as his own release overtook him. He pulsed inside me in scalding waves, filling me completely as a guttural groan tore from his throat. His forehead dropped to mine, our noses brushing, his breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts against my parted lips.
Diarvet settled against me, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, his face finding the hollow of my neck where he pressed open-mouthed kisses against my racing pulse. I locked my ankles at the small of his back, my legs trembling with exertion, unwilling to let even an inch of space separate our sweat-dampened bodies. I could feel our heartbeatssync into one unified rhythm, the thundering gradually slowing to a steady, shared cadence.
Connected. Bound together in a way I never dreamed possible.
Chapter 14
Diarvet
I woke abruptly, not from a nightmare, but from the gentle stirring of the youngling nestled in my arms. Her pink curls were a wild halo around her cherubic face, and her movement had caused a single silken strand to drift across my skin, tickling the underside of my chin.
I glanced around the cave, my eyes adjusting to the pre-dawn light. Crystalline formations jutted from the stone walls, jagged surfaces catching and fracturing the pale pink shards of moonlight that filtered through the crevices above. The faint glow transformed our dwelling into something magical, painting everything in soft rose and silver hues. Rich, loamy scents of earth mingled with the delicate perfume of night blooms creating a relaxing bouquet.
But beneath those ambient fragrances lay the only scents that truly mattered. The two females who had become my entire world. Lilibet’s essence was sweetness incarnate with an indefinable quality of innocence that seemed to emanate from her very pores. And then there was Jolie. Her scent set my blood to boiling. Exotic spices, wildflowers, and beneath it all, a musky undertone that spoke of feminine power and desire, making my pulse quicken with barely restrained lust.
We lay entwined on the sleeping pallet in the smaller of our two chambers within the caverns, a haven of warmth in the cool underground air.
I’d never allowed another soul to witness the vulnerability of my sleeping hours. Even the females from whom I’d sought fleeting companionship and physical pleasure had been banished from my bed before sleep could lower my defenses and my soul lay bare. Sleep had always been a solitary fortress. A time when the warrior’s mask fell away and left only the raw, unguarded essence of who I truly was. When the nightmares came, my vigilance and need for privacy only intensified.
But here, with Jolie and Lilibet curled against me, what once felt impossible now felt not just right, but as essential as breathing. Their presence transformed the fractured pieces of my soul in ways I’d never dared to imagine possible.
I smiled to myself as the realization dawned. In all the nights since Jolie and Lilibet had joined me in my bed, the nightmares had stayed at bay. It was as if my subconscious instinctively knew I would safeguard my two precious females even from the twisted demons that once haunted my dreams.
