Warriors of Wind and Ash - Page 108

“No one,” I breathe, delighted. Maybe something is wrong with me for liking this game, but I can only play it with him because I feel so completely safe, so wholly loved.

“I’m going to breed you, little one.” Kyreagan whispers harshly against my cheek. “You feel my cock, right there? I’m going to enter you, and I’m going to fuck you, and I won’t pull out when I come. I’m going to come inside you. Empty everything I have into that hot little womb. Do you understand? Do you feel me sliding in?”

“Yes,” I gasp, a shudder of ecstasy trembling through my body as his cock pushes into my hole.

His weight shifts. “Lift that fucking ass, captive.”

“Yes, dragon.” I raise my rear, and he settles in behind me, shifting forward until he bottoms out in my pussy.

He fucks me loudly, sloppily, violently, and neither of us care about the wet, lecherous sounds we make. He comes after only a few thrusts, but he keeps pumping, half-hard, squeezing every bit of cum into my body, forcing me closer to a climax. I come a second time, my body helpless to his unrelenting rhythm. The second orgasm is a wave of twinkling light, washing upward from my clit through my whole body.

I go weak on the bed, gasping softly while he settles his weight on top of me. My eyes drift closed, every muscle assuaged and relaxed by the heaviness of him, the security of his presence.

My darling. My dragon.

“I love you,” I breathe into the quiet, into the slow huff of his breath as he recovers from the exertion.

He kisses the curve of my ear, then the back of my shoulder. Eases off me, but leaves one arm slung over my back, his fingers brushing along the skin of my upper arm.

“I’m happier than I’ve ever been,” I whisper.

His voice is low, soft. “I’m happier than I thought possible, after…”

“Yes,” I murmur, rolling over to face him. “After what you lost. What we both suffered.”

“It still hurts,” he says quietly. “But less now.”

I collect his hand and kiss each finger with all the tenderness in my soul. Then I sit up, draw the sheets and blankets over us, and curl against him, holding him close, listening to the beat of his wild, beautiful heart.

“This is so fucking comfortable,” he whispers at last.

I giggle. “What did I tell you? Beds are amazing.”

We have sex once more before he has to leave. It’s a warm summer night, so he spends it out in the garden. From my window, I can see the black, spiked bulk of his dragon form sprawled across the lawn. The gardeners won’t be happy about the way he’s smushing the grass, but it’s only for one night.

The next day I say a proper goodbye to as many people as I can manage to see. It’s goodbye for now, not forever, but I’m not sure when I’ll be able to return to the Capital for a visit. There’s much to do on Ouroskelle. Thankfully, the poison in the Middenwold flocks has dissipated, so there’s plenty of food for the dragons. And the new minister of agriculture has put forth a proposal for some of the farmers to clear extra pastureland and supply additional food for the dragons when they need it—at a fair price determined by a third party. I’m not sure how much treasure the dragons have in their “clan hoard,” but it’s apparently a significant sum.

On the way back to Ouroskelle, I cast a glance to my right, past Kyreagan’s huge black wing, to where two other dragons are flying with my chests of clothes. Beyond them are two more dragons, holding ropes attached to a large net with my bed inside it. The mattress, pillows, and bedding have been wrapped tightly with cords so they won’t be dislodged during the flight. It’s comical to watch the dragons carrying it all, and I feel a little guilty that I’ll have a fancy bed while the other women on the island have makeshift bed frames and thin mattresses stuffed with grass. But Kyreagan insisted, and as one of the Princes of Ouroskelle, his word is law.

Despite the twinge of guilt, secretly I’m thrilled that I’ll have a comfortable place to sleep whenever I want it. The bed is so huge that the hatchlings can sleep in it too, once they reach the six-month mark and shift for the first time. Kyreagan has already started work on digging deeper into the rocky ledge of his cave, creating an inset area, a deep balcony of sorts, with a protective wall to keep our babies from tumbling off the cliff when they’re in human form.

Kyreagan has been working so hard, clawing and blasting into the rock to create the extra rooms and the balcony. The little ones know better than to get in the way while he’s working, but whenever he takes a break, they’re under his wings and feet immediately, vying for his attention. I love the way he noses tenderly at them with his great dragon’s snout, the way he tumbles them over gently with his paw while they giggle and snort tiny bursts of smoke. Violet has already started emitting sparks when she’s excited.

I’m still so new to being a mother. Sometimes I have trouble grasping the fact that the two adorable, energetic balls of wings and claws and teeth belong to me—that they came from me. They’re talking a little, though it’s mostly limited phrases in Dragonish, with some Eventongue words mixed in, thanks to Everelle’s supervision during their incubation. But they were left alone in the silence more often than is normal for hatchlings, since the clan was ill from the poison for days. Their speech is somewhat delayed.

“They’ve been through so much, your people,” I say to Kyreagan as we fly.

“So have yours,” he replies.

“After so much pain and grief, do you really think they can heal?”

A rumble of reassurance rolls through his body into mine. “If you and I can find healing, surely they can. New life will make it easier. Do you know if Saevel and Nirada’s eggs have hatched yet?”

“I spoke with her before we left yesterday… they’re still waiting. They’re a little nervous about the one that’s glowing.”

“With good reason. I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“At least Saevel knows that his sister survived the Supreme Sorcerer’s curse,” I say. “When Nyreza is fully healed, she can return to Ouroskelle.”