Hoarded by the Dragon (Monstrous Matches, #4)(7)

I suck in a breath as my body returns to complaining about being on fours. The hazy arousal that made staying in this position possible dissipates, and I hiss trying to move away from my host.

Kalos makes a clucking sound with his tongue, and I still. He presses his hand against mine with more purpose as he pulls himself from my body, using my hand to… “stopper” myself.

I keep my hand where it is, trying to figure out what happens next when he surprises me by picking me up.

It’s quick, and in the next moment he’s laying me down on a soft surface. One of the giant pillows strewn around the room. I relax into the plush, letting my eyes travel over Kalos as he situates himself between my thighs. His gaze locked onto where I’m keeping his release trapped inside me.

His face is a neutral mask, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes. He brings his attention to my face and raises a brow at me.

I backtrack to what we were talking about.

“I’ve just never had sex without a condom,” I say with a shrug.

Kalos’s brow creases. Most paranormal beings have magical ways to avoid pregnancy and infections. I roll my eyes, figuring there’s no harm in explaining.

“I have an amulet against pregnancy. I just usually have sex with humans.” And condoms are the language of the one-night stand. He looks like he’s going to ask more questions, but moves on from the topic.

Good. I’m not going to explain to him how confusing I find the paranormal world. I grew up half in it and half not. There are so many differences in how magical folk interact with each other that humans have always felt like the safer option.

I completely forgot about the amulet. There wasn’t much room for thinking about that when we struck the deal. Remembering it now gives me an odd pang. It’s stupid, and his pheromones must be affecting my brain because that pang can’t be disappointment that all this seed he filled me with won’t produce anything.

Snap out of it, Katarina!

His fingers stroke over my tender knees, the bruises already starting to bloom. “Apologies. I allowed myself to get a little carried away.”

“So when do I get to remove my hand?” I casually ask as if I have nothing better to do than relax into the cushions and stem the flow of his seed all night.

Kalos’s nostrils flare. “When you would welcome me back into your body again.”

I blink, noticing that Kalos is holding himself very still. He’s not quite over my body, but eased back on his knees between mine. Like he’s trying to give me room to breathe. The action sparks a tenderness in my chest.

I take stock of my body. My muscles are warmed and a little tired while my limbs are loose. As long as I’m not doing any crazy positions, I could go again.

And I want to.

There’s still a pulse of arousal that has steadily been increasing. I slide my hand away from my opening, and the ooze of his seed out of me has my body tensing in loss. Kalos comes over me, slowly, bracing himself with an arm above my head.

“Hungry, little queen?”

My lips tremble with the sudden rush of need drawing me tight. Fuck me, the pheromones must surge when his release isn’t filling me. Biology is clever.

“Yes. I’m so empty now.” My lips tremble.

“We can’t have that.” He nuzzles my ear and I shiver. His lips brush my cheek before his mouth takes mine. His kiss isn’t as all-consuming as before. This one is more of a tease, drawing out the way his body makes mine feel with every soft suck and coaxing nip.

We’re still strangers, but there’s something that makes my heart ache when Kalos touches me like this. When he brushed a claw over my bruised knees. When he held his hand over mine.

This intimacy is like finding real diamonds in place of costume jewelry. Completely unexpected and precious in that unexpectedness.

How am I going to leave this in the morning? That’s an issue for future Katarina.

I sigh, my hips rocking in open air as my hands explore the large man on top of me. Kalos pulls away, his golden gaze locked on my face, watching my expression as my hands travel lower. He doesn’t move to direct this moment yet, as if he’s giving me a moment to settle with him over me. I don’t waste it.

I explore. His upper shaft is still damp from before, it’s not as hard as it was, but it’s still not soft. The huff of breath against my cheek when I slide my hand down the ridges that pleasured me a moment ago reminds me not to get distracted.

His second shaft is just as thick but lacks the friction-adding ribbing. This cock is so hard and throbbing, it makes my mouth water. Pearly precum beads on the tip, and I swipe it away with a finger to bring it to my lips.

Kalos stops the action with a grip on my wrist. “That is for your womb. Don’t tempt me to take you anywhere else.”

I swallow. “My womb?”

A disgruntled expression passes over Kalos’s face, and he doesn’t respond.

The amulet will keep a pregnancy from happening. So this is only… roleplay. Roleplay that holds me by the throat while I squirm needily to be filled. I drop my hand to continue exploring, trying to distract myself from his words, and he allows it.

I start to think that this part of him is rather human shaped… until I reach the hard, round swell at the bottom.

“Is that what I think it is?” I ask, wondering, not for the first time, if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.