Hoarded by the Dragon (Monstrous Matches, #4)(57)

I clench my jaw because I have given her gifts, provided for her. Had the robes been meant as a courting gift?

Yes. Things that I’ve been doing because of instinct draw me closer and closer to Katarina. And if I could be fixed? If I could bond with Katarina, what then?

I could have her as a real mate.

We’d have a future.





27





KATARINA





I BLOW out a breath slowly and stare at my flushed cheeks in the vanity mirror. I’d picked a stunning green robe with an intricate dragonfly design on it to try to distract myself.

Griffin meows at me, and I shake my head at him.

“You don’t want to know what I’m thinking,” I say. Or feeling for that matter.

I burn.

It’s just like that night in Kalos’s office. Is the random horniness better or worse than crying all the time? I guess if there’s no hope of satisfaction it would be worse, but… my bedroom door opens with a soft click, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Rina—” Kalos comes into sight and cuts off. His nostrils flare. “You’re in need. Why didn’t you come get me?”

“You were busy. Ben said you had a meeting.” So I’d come up to my room and ripped my clothes off to take care of it myself. The first orgasm had come quickly. So had the second. But neither stalled the need for long.

If I were a betting woman, I’d guess that I need Kalos to settle the craving. That I need him filling me up with his cum or tongue.

The robe flows over my skin and makes me shiver. I wear nothing underneath. I’m bare and sensitive and need Kalos’s help.

He makes an annoyed sound. “I don’t care if I’m in a meeting. You tell me when you need something.”

“I need you,” I say easily. I may be a prideful woman in the light of day, but my body has learned that begging this dragon gets it what it wants. He doesn’t make me wait.

“Then come, little queen. Let me satisfy you.” He holds out a hand, and I practically run to him. When he pulls me into his arms, I sigh in bliss. He picks me up in a bridal carry and heads for the bed. “Not complaining about me picking you up now,” he teases.

I hum. He places me on the bed, and I kneel on it, pulling him close to me, enjoying the slide of our silk robes against each other but needing more. My hand slips inside his robe, over his heart, before untying the robe and pushing it off his shoulders. He watches me as I move, his golden eyes glowing in the low light.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks with the curve of his lips as my hands drift over his chest and abs before dropping lower to touch his cocks. They’re already hard and pulsing hot in my grip. The tips beading with precum.

“Yes, but I need more of you,” I say, half in a greedy daze and half-burningly curious.

“I am yours to explore,” he says as magnanimously as a king. His arms open wide. I have no doubt that he’s been a king before. Powerful, forbidding, immortal creature. A crown would look good on him.

I glance down to keep myself from being distracted. I lick my lips at the pearly white bead of cum starting to run down his upper shaft. “Can I taste you?”

The glow of Kalos’s eyes brighten in avarice. “Only if I can return the favor.”

I shiver at the memory of how he’d tongued me our first night together. “I wouldn’t complain about that.”

My mouth waters, but I don’t rush myself. The burn in my soul is hungry, but I want more than mind-blowing orgasms. I want to learn Kalos’s body. I want to discover how to make his breath hitch and the muscles of his thighs tighten.

Each detail is one that I’ll lock away. Secrets for myself. Brushstrokes to build memories for when our daughter is born and he no longer needs to hold me at night or satisfy the needs of my body.

My lips part on the tip of his cock, kissing him. The head is warm and spongy, the skin soft. He throbs in my grip. Another bead of cum forms under my lips, and I lick it away. My senses are filled with a salty, spicy flavor, like bitter cinnamon.

Kalos huffs a breath above me, being patient with my explorations.

I take him in my mouth to reward him, my lips sliding over the ribbed texture under the skin of his shaft.

He moans and talons tangle in my hair.

My toes curl when he slightly tugs on the strands, angling my eyes up to meet his. The power he exerts has me making a sound that is muffled by his hardness.

Kalos arches a brow, silently asking permission to move with the soft rock of his hips.

I greedily accept the soft thrust, and Kalos tightens his hold on my hair. “Your mouth is so pretty when it’s full of me, Rina.”

I stroke my tongue along his shaft as he pulls away slowly. His other cock smears streaks of precum along my cheek and throat. It’s not lost on me that this may have started with me exploring Kalos and giving him pleasure, but now it’s very much Kalos directing where he wants me, and I love it.

Each time he gives me an order or positions me how he desires it creates a fuzzy glow in my chest along with a throbbing response of interest in my body. It makes me feel wanted. It makes me believe that he needs me.

“Will my little queen let me fuck her throat until she swallows me down?” he asks.

I nod excitedly, but gag with his first full thrust. I’ve only done this a few times before, but never with a ribbed dragon cock.