As if I’m going to say no. I wrap my fingers around the horns protruding from his hair. The moment I grip them, Vael-Torin lets out a ragged groan, and then his mouth crashes down against my clit.
The intensity of his tongue is unbelievable. Thank fuck he told me to hold onto his horns because I absolutely need something to hold onto.
He licks me slowly, parting my pussy with his talons burying his face into my wetness until I am writhing against his face.
“Right there,” I manage, trying to help him find the spot where I need him.
He growls against my skin.
“Slow circles,” I pant. “Slow and?—”
He finds the rhythm, licking me just like I needed him to.
The next thing I know, I’m screaming his name into the ceiling, completely lost.
Well. I think this might all work out for the best, after all.
CHAPTER 9
VAEL-TORIN
The honeyof my human female is an addictive substance.
Kneeling between her thigh, my face buried entirely in her sweetness, the scent of her arousal floods my senses until my brain can’t think past my Poppy. She tastes like summer after a heavy rain, like relief after a drought. My tongue moves over her swollen bud in slow, heavy strokes. Pausing I lap up the slick fluid dripping down her inner thighs before returning to the strange center of her pleasure.
Above me, Poppy lets out another wild moan that vibrates straight through my heart. Her fingers clamp hard around my horns, bringing me insane pleasure.
The feel of her soft hands on my horns devastate me. She does not know the biology of my people; she does not understand that a Draegon’s horns possess a direct line to his cock. Every single time her fingers tighten around the ridges, pulling me closer, a bolt of white-hot pleasure rockets straight down my spine.
Beneath the table, my cock responds in kind. It beginsskithingfrantically against the fabric of my trousers, pulsing so hard the pressure is torment.
I want to rip my pants away. I want to slide my shaft deep into her tight hot cunt and breed her until the metal table groans under our weight.
I don’t.
I force my hands to remain on her deliciously soft waist, anchoring her hips. This is about her, this moment, and my loyalty to her. I won’t take her like that until she truly understands the ways of my people. I would never be her captor. Never.
"Vael..." her voice completely shatters my restraint.
She doesn't wait for me to stop.
With surprising strength, she yanks on my horns, dragging my face up from her thighs. Her eyes are glazed pleasure, her cheeks flushed beautifully.
"I am not waiting," she pants, her hands dropping to my waistband and aggressively shucking my trousers down past my hips until my shaft bobs free in the cool air of the dome. “Tell me no if you don’t want this, but I want this.”
“It means forever, Poppy,” I tell her. “I can not live with myself if you regret this?—”
“I want it all,” she says, nodding to herself. “Tell me no if you don’t.”
“I want you too,” I grit out, because damn it all, I do. I want her, but I want her to know if we do this, I will never walk away. “You will be mine forever, though, Poppy?—"
Grinning, she hooks her magnificent thighs around my waist and hoists herself forward. She lines up the thick of my cock with her hot, soaking cunt and sinks down.
A feral roar rips from my chest, my wings snapping wide behind me to slam against the walls of the dome.
She is perfect. Fuck.
I dip my head down, taking her huge breasts in hand, lavishing them with the attention they deserve.
