Hoarded by the Dragon (Monstrous Matches, #4)(9)

But I get the sense that Kalos wouldn’t want that.

I can’t keep my hands to myself. I run my fingers up his arms, tracing the way the muscles there meet his chest. Kalos shivers and his body relaxes a little, so I let myself continue. I’m stroking the skin over his collarbone when he finally opens his eyes.

“How do you feel?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“Really good.” I shimmy my hips. He hisses, and my breath catches in my throat at the pull of his knot inside me. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s just sensitive.” He looks at his treasures rather than at me. It’s a jarring sensation to remember where we are. Who I’m with.

I have a dragon stuck inside me, and he’s not pleased about it.

“How many times a year do you have to go through this?” I ask.

Kalos glances at me then, his eyes narrowing on the crook of my neck. The bite he left there. He doesn’t look happy. I make a note to ask him about it later, when we’re not stuck together.

I roll my eyes. “Never mind. I forget how it is. Secrecy is the best form of safety and all that.”

The secrecy of the paranormal world is why it’s so hard for me, an outsider, to navigate it.

“An idea you agree with, thief. I’m sure you don’t want many knowing about your way of slipping past wards.”

I try not to let him calling me thief cut after what we just did. I have thicker skin than that. Or I did before he tore it all away by making me feel wanted.

“True.” I shrug. “Sorry. I’m not one for small talk, but I’m going to go nuts if we just stare at each other in silence.”

He chuffs a laugh. “You may want to take a nap.”

I raise my brows. “Well, it is cozy enough to sleep. Your skin isn’t giving off as much heat as before, does that mean your heat is over?”

He sighs. “Not really.”

I blink.

“The needs will return once the knot goes down. For optimal breeding purposes.” His lips quirk.

As if on cue, the pressure starts to subside.

“You want to go again?” I ask in disbelief.

The reluctant dragon disappears, and in his place is the seductive creature who tongued me into oblivion. “Are you done so soon?”

The smile on his face is a thrill. An addiction I’m afraid has already wound its way through my bloodstream, sinking into my bones.

“We did make a deal,” I whisper, hardly believing my words but grateful for them when the smile on his face widens and he flashes his fangs.

He slides his cock from me, and the gush of our combined releases has my cheeks burning.

“And you always complete your deals?” he asks. His voice is a caress and a tease at the same time.

“Always.”

Kalos’s eyes flash. “Then it’s time to pay up.”

His head sinks down and sucks my nipple into his mouth.



I SIGH into the waking world at the now familiar feeling of Kalos’s teeth dragging over my breast.

I groan and push at his shoulders, but he’s heavy and my muscles shake with exhaustion.

“I can’t go again. I mean it this time. You’ve broken me.” I may always settle my deals, but holy shit, I’m tired enough to sleep for three days.

His laugh is dark but in good humor.

“Easy, sweet. I’m just taking a little taste.” He replaces his teeth with a hot tongue, and I moan.

He’s been like this for hours. Relaxed until the next wave of demand hits. Then he uses more skills than I can keep track of to ignite a similar desire in me and we’d ride through the need together.

Positions blur in my memories. He had me ride him more than once, prodding me on with tantalizing words of how I needed to work for his seed. The last time I sat astride him, I thought I was going to die. After that, we switched to more undemanding positions. Him behind me, over me. My face pressed against his hot neck and the fabric of the cushions at different turns.

He’s insatiable, but also thoughtful. His strong hands massaged sore muscles, and when he can, he lets me nap.

So my body may be on the brink of exhaustion, but it’s not as bad as it could have been. If it weren’t for the healing properties of the cum from his upper cock, I wouldn’t be able to walk.

As it is, I feel raw… but not absolutely destroyed. My heart though… that traitor has gotten attached. So much so, I think I may let him convince me to take him again, if only to have one more moment together.

Because the time of our agreement is coming to an end. Each time he takes me, his skin gets less blistering, his movements become less driven. He still only fucks my pussy, even though with how his other cock was smearing his precum and nudging at my asshole in the various positions, I begged to be taken there more than once.

This will all just be a beautiful memory by lunchtime. I just need to convince myself to be the one to pull away.

I don’t know if I can though.

Kalos switches his attention to my other breast, and I thread my fingers through his silky hair.

“How do you feel?” I ask.

Kalos makes a sound in his throat that has my toes curling.

“Awake.”

I snort. “Did you sleep at all?”

“I don’t need sleep in the same way as you do.”