Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 205637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 823(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 823(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
I cried out, barely getting my knees to the edge of the lounger for purchase. He railed into me, rutting blindly, crashing home over and over, no rhythm. No sense.
A deep swell of fire raged through me, burning me inside and out. All thoughts fled within it. It felt like my motor ability had been taken over by someone else. My dragon purred, thrashing to get out, thrashing to get at Nyfain’s dragon. I felt the same urge from his beast, the two of them feeling each other through the bond but wanting to experience this connection in their own physical bodies. Wanting to take to the sky and dive, rolling together as one.
Someday was my only thought as I shoved back against his thrusts, mindless, desperate. No way should I have been in rhythm with his erratic movements, but as his body took mine, pleasure continued to tear through me. I came, then built, then came, then built, then cried out with the sheer blissful agony of our blind lust. Deep love. Incredible desire.
We went at each other like mad things. We came repeatedly but kept going, over and over, his cock never losing hardness. The lounger broke under us, and we tumbled to the ground, Nyfain landing on top and wasting no time before getting back inside me. His lips fused with mine and his dragon started swapping out, pumping into me and then giving way to him. My dragon and I mirrored the change, naturally, seamlessly, until finally I couldn’t handle coming anymore. I couldn’t handle the pleasure, which was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. He wasn’t even trying to help me by paying attention to my clit or mark or scales, and still I couldn’t stop.
“Nyfain,” I gritted out when it was my turn to take control. We were going at it in equal turns now, sometimes him on top, sometimes me, rolling around the floor in a frenzy. “Nyfain, please.”
“Yes. One more,” he said, and then bit on his mark a final time, his cock deep within me, our bodies slick with sweat and our flesh sensitive to the touch. One more thrust, and then the seams of my body unraveled and I blasted apart, shaking beneath him, clutching him desperately, holding on for dear life.
“I love you, my little dragon,” he said before he hit his final peak and roared so loudly it shook the walls.
Light and color drifted behind my eyelids as I came down, breathing hard, his body a comforting weight over me. I had no idea how long we’d been at it, but I was sore in all the best of ways and half eager to try again.
He pulled up slightly, his chest heaving. Wonder lit his face. His gaze locked with mine for a very long moment, and I felt something move within my chest, such a profound love that tears sprang to my eyes. It wasn’t enough to say the words. This feeling couldn’t be properly expressed.
“I will get someone to fuck in the same room as us every day for the rest of our lives if that’s the kind of sex it leads to,” he said, a smile tickling his lips. “Although, as soft as you are, I think I rubbed my dick raw.”
“I think you rubbed me raw.”
He kissed me in a rush that turned languid in a moment.
“That’s the breeding frenzy, then?” I guessed when he pulled out and sat, lifting me into his lap. I leaked all down around him and didn’t feel self-conscious because if I had to deal with pooling, so should he. He’d made most of this mess.
“Yes. That’s you in heat, sweetheart. So soon after imprinting. That’s true love.” I could hear the devotion and excitement in his voice. He cupped the back of my head and kissed me again before hugging me to him. “I’ll feel it whenever you need me. Don’t resist it. If you do, it’ll cause you pain, I’ve heard.”
“But…” I traced my fingertips down his cheek. “What about the dragons? They want to fly.”
A glimmer of sorrow dulled his eyes for a moment, but he shrugged it off. “Maybe next time, if your cure works. Or they can attempt a very awkward and likely very gross ground-bound situation.”
Fix their wings, my dragon thought. I’d rather embarrass myself in the sky than on the ground.
Nyfain stood and picked me up, cradling me in his arms. “Let’s go to our rooms. I’m not in the mood to share you anymore.”
“What about the mess?” I looked over his shoulder. “You’re…productive.”
Totally naked, not at all fit to be seen, he strutted toward the library doors. Once we left our little nook, I realized we did indeed have an audience. A big one. Whoever had been banging had either dressed or gone, and everywhere I looked, there were staff and wolves and dragons, all clothed. They all beamed as Nyfain carried me through the library. Some of them even clapped.