Warriors of Wind and Ash - Page 101

And I do. I come helplessly, with frantic little cries of bliss, and he cups me hard, humming with pleasure as my pussy spasms against his hand.

Kyreagan gathers me closer, his wet fingers slick against my shoulder. His cock is thick and hard under his pants, so when my breathing is back to normal, I drop to my knees, only to find that kneeling is especially painful on lumpy lava rock.

“Ow,” I exclaim. “Give me your shirt. And your pants. You don’t need them anyway—after this you’re flying me back to the fortress.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t bother with clothes at all,” he says with a wry smile. “I should be naked for you, always. Easier for shifting, too.”

“When we’re alone, yes. Always be naked. But humans shouldn’t walk around naked in front of other couples, or in front of their offspring,” I tell him firmly. I accept the clothes he hands me and fold them to form a cushion for my knees. “This will work, I think. I might still have bruises, but they’ll be the good kind.”

He sucks in a shuddering breath when I take him in my mouth. I run him deep into my throat, relishing the hot, salty flavor of his skin. He tastes like mellow sunshine, rich and smooth. Gently I cup his balls, and he moans, taking my head in both his hands. His claws have emerged, and they scrape lightly against my scalp.

He doesn’t last long, sweet dragon. He’s still so new to all this, so deeply affected by the most casual swirl of my tongue, the lightest sucking sensation. He comes with a cry that’s lighter, younger, more broken than any sound I’ve heard from him. I let his cock pump everything down my throat. I love feeling his balls twitch and tighten against my palm.

Cautiously, carefully so as not to trigger my gag reflex, I ease him out of my mouth and throat. I can taste the salty, viscous creaminess of him on my tongue.

When I look up, his head is thrown back, his strong brown throat exposed, his chest heaving. When I move his hands from my head and rise, he staggers a little, unsteady with pleasure, his muscles still taut from the orgasm. It’s one of the most dramatic and gorgeous scenes I’ve ever witnessed—him, standing naked and flushed in the center of the blackened landscape, with great stone ribs curving up behind him and the orange mist of his dissipating fire mingling with the blue light from the ash-roses. I wish the palace painter could see what I’m seeing, and capture it forever. The dragon prince, powerful and helpless, the moment after rapture.

But this moment will never be memorialized for anyone else. It is mine alone. Mine to cherish.

He wavers again, and when I steady him, he opens his eyes and grins, with a self-deprecating chuckle.

“Come on, dragon,” I say, patting his face. “Shift, and give me a ride back. And next time we have a private moment, I want your dragon tongue again.”

His eyes light up. “Of course. Whatever you like.”

When we reach the fortress, Kyreagan barely has time to dress himself again before Ashvelon and Thelise come to find us.

“It’s done,” Thelise says, with a weary smile. “I made Rahzien impervious. He can’t harm himself or be harmed. Ash carved the spell in stone, so it will last your entire lifetime, Serylla. You won’t have to fear death because of him.”

“Wait.” I grip her arm. “Not that I’m not grateful, but… am I understanding this correctly? You made our worst enemy unkillable?”

“To protect you,” she says haughtily. “You’re welcome.”

“Fuck, Thelise.”

“It was the only way!”

“Was it, though?” I wince. “What if Fortunix comes and saves him, carries him back to his kingdom?”

“Why would Fortunix do that? I should think he’d be happy that his dealings with the bastard are over.”

“I don’t know,” I muse. “Kyreagan, what do you think?”

“I don’t like it,” Kyreagan says.

Thelise rolls her eyes. “Of course you don’t, you big pessimistic grouch. But trust me—it was the best choice. Have I ever steered you wrong before? Don’t answer that—let me rephrase—don’t my plans always work out for the best?”

“For now,” I say, and Kyreagan mutters, “That remains to be seen.”

Thelise whirls to face Ashvelon, who’s in human form, running a hand through his wavy blond hair. “Ash, my plans always work out wonderfully.”

He clears his throat. “Is that a question, my darling?”

“It’s a fucking statement.”

“In that case, absolutely. You’re always right.”

“Like I said.” She turns up her nose. “Now, let’s go home. I need a drink.”