The dragon didn’t scream. It went silent, and in the absence of its noise, I heard her. Just her. The catch of her breath as Corvin pressed his cock deeper. The soft involuntary sounds she made as her body accommodated him, her hips shifting, adjusting, tilting back toward him in the instinctive way of a body seeking more.
It could have been me. I could have been the one fucking her. I could have been the one feeling that slick cunt wrapped around my cock.
The thoughts weren’t even the dragon’s; they were mine.
I pressed my back harder against the bars. My hands were shaking, and in response, I curled them into fists at my sides. Then I held them there and breathed. Or tried to.
Corvin pushed all the way into her. I watched it happen, watched his hips meet the curve of her backside, watched his chest drop, watched both of his hands come up to grip her shoulders, fingers digging into the pale skin there, anchoring her. His head dropped forward for just a moment. One exhale with the involuntary concession of a man overwhelmed by what he was feeling.
Then he started moving, thrusting inside her with the kind of rhythm that builds rather than spends itself. She came apart immediately. Both hands slid against the wall as her head dropped lower and her hair fell further forward. She was moaning beneath him, continuous and helpless-sounding, as her hips moved back to meet him.
To meet him. She movedtowardhim. That was what got into me and stayed there. The voluntary motion of it. Thechoiceof it. Her body choosing him, reaching toward him, wanting more of what he was giving her with the same instinctive honesty as breathing.
SHE SHOULD DO THAT FOR US. THOSE SOUNDS ARE OURS. THAT BODY IS OURS. THAT IS—
I straightened against the wall.
—No.
She should be beneath US, not—
—No.
Those sounds should come from OUR—
—Shut up,I thought, and the thought was barely coherent because she moaned again, louder this time, the sound pitched higher and more fractured, as Corvin drove deeper, and the dragon lurched in my chest like something that had slipped its chain. My own cock was throbbing painfully against my braies, and it was all I could do to keep my hands away from it. Because I knew the second I touched it, the need I had for her would be so overwhelming I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. So I put both hands back against the bars behind me and gripped them until my fingers ached.
The pain helped, slightly and barely.
She was gripping the wall in front of her while he fucked her relentlessly, gripping her shoulders as he pulled out and thrust back in again. And his cock was covered with her juice, glistening with it. Corvin’s hips had found an even harder rhythm now,less measured, the deliberate control of earlier giving way to something more honest. And the sounds in the cell were all breath, skin, and the wet percussion of two bodies in the act of destroying each other in the best possible way, and it was all I could do to—
The dragon surged.
It came up through my spine like a column of fire, and I heard something that was very close to a sound leaving my own throat, something I swallowed before it could fully form, as I locked every muscle in my body and held on.
I was the king. I was the one who was in fucking charge. I had ordered this.
I told myself all of it again, each word as cold as I could make it, stacking them against the heat like a bulwark against a flood.
The dragon pressed back with the force of something that had been waiting its entire existence for exactly this moment, and I felt it at the backs of my eyes, felt it in the shaking of my hands, felt it in the way the bars under my palms had begun to warm.
I was still upright. But that was all I had.
GO TO HER. OPEN HER MOUTH. PUT OUR COCK IN IT. MAKE HER SUCK US.
No.
I wouldn’t move. I would force the dragon to witness all of this. And when she began to moan harder and her entire body began to shake around Corvin’s cock, it was all I could do to keep myself standing.
It was then that Corvin’s rhythm broke. The change was subtle, but I recognized the moment his control left him. His grip on her shoulders tightened until his knuckles went white as his hips stuttered forward, once, hard, and then he drove into her as deeply as he could go and held there, shuddering, his headdropping back and his throat working around a sound that was barely human.
She cried out beneath him.
The dragon tore itself loose.
It came all at once, the way a dam doesn’t leak before it breaks, the way there’s no warning and then suddenly there’s nothing but water. I felt it rip through the boundary between us, and the heat was immediate, total, and wrong, the kind of heat that lives in the marrow, that turns breath to vapor, that has nothing to do with the body and everything to do with whatever ancient, terrible thing I’d swallowed the night I took it into my blood.
My exhale came out as smoke.
