Hoarded by the Dragon (Monstrous Matches, #4)(58)

Kalos allows me to pull away on a gasp.

“Too much?” he asks, stroking away the tears from my cheeks. My face burns in embarrassment.

“It was just a lot at once. I’ve never had a guy thrust in my mouth.” I quirk my lips at the thought that I’d bitten off more than I can chew, but don’t voice it. I’m not the most experienced, but even I know not to talk about biting right now.

There’s a glint of possessiveness in Kalos’s eyes that has my heart skipping a beat. It’s not a kind look. Is his dragon displeased at the thought of me doing this to others?

“Again, I’ll teach you how to take me,” Kalos growls and places the head of his cock on my parted lips. He waits until I open my mouth to take him before forging in. “Swallow when I hit the back of your throat.”

I do what he says and my eyes water, my body tensing up. Kalos’s deep groan makes it all worth it. My body clenches in emptiness, but I focus on how he’s moving. I let his body dictate the actions of mine as he steals my breath over and over again.

I’m swallowing taste after taste of Kalos, but I want more. My nails dig into his thighs, and his muscles tighten.

“Now swallow my seed. Let it ease your cravings,” he hisses.

I moan at the thought, and the hard cock in my mouth kicks as it fills it with bitter cinnamon. I swallow multiple times but not quickly enough. His release spills from my lips, and he pulls from me, adding to the mess on my chin.

My body sways, satisfied and hungry all at once. Kalos breathes out, his thumb wiping across my mouth and smearing his seed to make an even bigger mess.

I moan, and his eyes flash, showing Mr. Dragon is in the building.

“So beautiful,” he purrs. “My perfect mate.”

Mate.

I’m disappointed that it’s his dragon saying these pretty words rather than Kalos, but I’ve already accepted that we won’t have a relationship like that, haven’t I?

Maybe I have some hope still alive. A small flame of possibility I have yet to snuff out and that I don’t want to.

As if the words reawaken Kalos, the glow in his eyes dims, and he picks up his robe from the floor, using it to wipe my mouth as clean as he can without water. “My apologies,” he murmurs.

“It’s okay. I like it.” And I do. I like that he felt the need to rub his release into my skin. It’s similar to when he fills up my pussy and I feel claimed for days after.

His motions still. “Would you keep from washing my scent away for now?” His nostrils flare. “I like my mark on you.”

I nod, a little dazed, before blinking and bringing my attention to his other cock—the one with the knot. My body is begging for release, but I don’t want to leave him wanting.

Kalos stops my movements.

“Not yet. It’s time for my prize,” he says.

I open my mouth, but he’s already in motion.

He places his hand at the small of my back and pulls the tie for my robe. “Perfect little queen,” he croons. The robe is quick to fall from my shoulders. I move as if to lie back on the bed, but he keeps me where I am.

His taloned finger brushes over my swollen lips. The light touch is a sensual tease. He continues to stroke down my cheek to my collarbone. I shiver, goose bumps racing over my skin as his heated hand strokes over my breast, the nipple already unforgivingly hard.

He lets his hand drop to my swollen stomach. The haze of lust lifts for a moment with his hand caressing me there. Our child moves in response to his touch. I spent too much time and tears thinking about what he’d lost after I left him earlier. I can’t imagine the pain he went through, the devastation.

I can almost forget about his complicated feelings when the corners of his mouth curve up into a soft smile. “She’s quite active.”

“It’s always worse when she hears you,” I tease. The burn of need taking a backseat for this moment. “I think she must like your voice.”

His grin grows wider. “Or hate it.”

I smile back. “I guess we’ll find out, but I’m betting she’ll be a daddy’s girl.”

I’d be if I were in her situation anyway. Kalos is protection and power, and when he curtails his scary parts and lets his softer side out… it’s like I’m the only person in the world and I’m safe.

He’s a dragon I could love. If I were going to let myself love him.

“A daughter.” His words are soft, disbelieving, but he changes tracks and gazes up at me, his expression fierce. “I hope she’s as brave and determined as her mother.”

Ah, fuck me, the tears are back. I let out an aggravated sigh as I wipe them away and glare at him. “You did that on purpose.”

He laughs, his lips brushing over my stomach. His eyes glint in mischief.

“I’d never do such a thing.” He straightens and guides me to lie down on the bed, lying beside me. “Are you okay?”

“Yes!” My cheeks are hot in embarrassment. “Not crying at the drop of a hat would be nice, but I’m fine. That was just really sweet of you to say.”

“It’s the truth.” He runs his claws through my hair, and my lashes fall in bliss. His other hand slides up my inner thigh, the brush of his knuckles against my folds has my legs spreading without his command. “You owe me, little queen. And as I remember, you always pay up on your deals.”