“Yes, Vael, that feels so good,” she moans. Her head tilts back, her long hair sweeping across the table as I suck on the pink tips of her breasts.
“I have not given these the attention they deserve,” I grit out. My cock skithes inside her sheath, and she moans, bobbing on it as I fill her.
“So good,” she repeats, her little heels digging into the small of my back. Her legs are too short to wrap around me, but I would be a fool to not understand her request. I pull off her breast with a pop, and she moans as I blow cold air across the fevered tip of it.
She wants me deeper.
Fuck. The thought alone nearly sends me to the edge.
My fangs press against my lip as dig my talons into the deliciously soft flesh of her ass, holding her still so I can give her what she wants.
“More,” she says throatily, her eyes pleading as they meet mine.
I pull out slowly, agonizingly–and slam back into her.
Poppy’s hands fly to my shoulders, my horns too far away now for her to grip. A ragged scream tears from her throat.
“Yes, yes,” she sobs. Her breasts bounce, mesmerizing, her ass and stomach so plush that it’s all I can do to not fuck her as hard as I want.
Instead, she rides me, her delicious hips slamming down against mine. I grip her lush ass, lifting her frame to meet every downward plunge, completely in awe of the raw power of her body. Her cunt squeezes my cock, milking it in a way I never thought possible. Every expression that flits across her face, from pure wonder to desperate need, is a prize.
We move together in a blur of red scales and smooth skin until the intensity of her contractions triggers my release. I jerkbeneath her filling her up, my entire body shuddering as the climax shatters me completely.
I kiss up her neck, her breasts, which I’ve decided I’m obsessed with, her ass, which I am also obsessed with, then carry her to the Draegon sized bed in the other room.
“More,” she says, and I press my lips to her temple, where she’s still burning in her heat. “I need more.”
I would be a fool to not oblige her.
So oblige her I do. Again, and again, until I’m not longer sure where I end and she begins.
Hours later, the fire in her veins has finally cooled.
I think the fire in my veins for her, though, might just be beginning.
Tangled together on the large platform bed, the iridescent, sheer panels of the dome cast a quiet twilight over us. Poppy is fast asleep, her breathing light and even against my chest, her reddish-brown hair a soft cloud against my collarbone.
I know exactly what just happened.
She needed the physical release to survive the fever of the heat.
My mate is using me for sex.
A proud smile blooms, my fangs brushing my lower lip.She will love me for more than that.
I am Vael-Torin.
I will build a foundation between us that nothing can dismantle. I will prove my worth to her, body and soul, until she claims me as her home.
I’m staring at her still, memorizing the curves of her body, the angles of her face, even the pattern of her breathing, when the peaceful silence shatters.
A violent noise cracks through the air.
Poppy bolts up, her face twisted with terror.
A subterranean shudder rocks the structure, the walls rattling fiercely as something crashes to the floor with a bang, and I snap fully awake.
Deep beneath the ground, a mechanical rumbling noise echoes—unlike anything I have ever heard surface.
