He rocks his hardness against me again, and my eyes roll back.
“You can’t tear all my clothes,” I say, but the words are breathy and cause his brow to lift in challenge. “These ones are old so it’s fine… but in the future, please ask.”
He bows his head in acquiescence. Not questioning that there will be moments in the future where he’ll be tearing off my clothing.
In a blink, my clothes fall to rags.
I gasp as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. The flesh has grown almost painfully sensitive with the new changes. My hands run under his robe, pushing it off until he’s also bared to me. His body is just as beautiful as it was before, his human-toned skin graying over his core to where his erections stand.
I tighten on emptiness as he sucks harder on my nipple before he switches to the other.
“I need you inside me,” I say.
His teeth graze my skin, and I shiver. “All in good time—”
“No!” But it’s moaned out and completely unconvincing if Kalos’s snort is anything to go by.
“So hungry for a cock to fill you? You’re sounding a little desperate.” The tease is cruel but makes me wetter. Apparently, my kink is Kalos being an asshole. Great.
“Maybe I’m hungry enough to find someone else who is up for the job,” I hiss.
Well, there goes my self-preservation. Kalos growls. His fingers thread through my hair before pulling my head back. The tension on my scalp has a spike of heat racing down my spine and over my skin.
“What was that, little queen?”
I swallow, but my bravery isn’t hiding like my good sense is. “If you’re not going to fuck me—”
I break off when he pinches my nipple—hard. My cry turns into a moan when he tugs it softly.
“You shouldn’t prod me into losing control,” he says.
I laugh at that. “I do a lot of things I shouldn’t.”
“Then you’ll pay the price for it,” he growls. “Beg for what you want, little queen.”
“You know I want you.” I squirm. Kalos massages my entire breast now instead of torturing my tender nipple.
“But I want to hear you say it,” he says, his eyes glowing.
Arrogant, temperamental, sadistic—I gasp as he presses a hot cock to where my body is weeping.
“Please, Kalos!”
His hard flesh presses forward, and my head falls back on a groan at the contact. Happy to miss his satisfied expression as he releases my hair.
The blunt head of his cock slides against my folds before my body gives way to the leaking hardness. He sinks inside me, and I envelop every ridge of his cock hungrily. He goes slowly, whether to torture me or for himself, I don’t know. I don’t care as the stretch and sensation of him being cradled inside me has my thighs spreading wider.
Kalos groans. “You feel better than I remember.”
His hand rests on the swell of my stomach, and our eyes lock.
“Mine.” He growls in the way that lets me know his dragon is calling the shots right now. It’s almost a relief. Dragon Kalos is much more predictable.
I nod, the words catching in my throat at the claim.
“Going to fill you over and over,” he breathes. “Bathe our young in heat until they’re strong.”
I try to move my hips to urge him to go faster, plunge deeper, anything but this slow-drawing pace that has my body trembling with need. Kalos removes his hand from my stomach and grips my hips instead, keeping me where he wants me while he moves.
He withdraws and presses inside me again. My hands clasp around his scaly wrists.
“Faster,” I beg.
The next thrust hits me deep, and I groan in satisfaction, needy once more until he snaps his hips harder. Our bodies fall into a rhythm. The dance of give and take established when we first met.
“So good,” I whisper without meaning to. He’s everywhere. His scent, the brush of his breath. The lamp casts his muscles in relief as his body strains with each thrust into mine. He’s moving art and for the first time in a long time my fingers itch for a paintbrush, not to revitalize a portrait, but to create something new.
The climax takes me by surprise. The jolt of Kalos’s body inside mine rattles my bones and curls my toes until the drawing tightness of my core snaps. A chord struck that reverberates a wave of pleasure inside me. It isn’t enough.
Kalos grunts, and the heat he spills inside me has another wave of delight shivering through my body. I bite my lip as the feel of his cock moving inside me becomes larger and more sensitive with a tingling zing. His first release healing and priming me for what comes next.
“I need your knot,” I demand.
Kalos’s seductive smile has me clenching around him. “Give your cunt a moment to rest, little queen.”
I whimper and claw at him as he pulls his cock from me, pressing his fingers into the tender flesh between my legs.
“Calm yourself, Rina.” Kalos’s tone is smug, his snarling dragon once more locked behind his control. He massages my folds and opening wetly. His scales sliding over my sensitive skin has the muscles of my core twitching.
My face heats as his release leaks past his fingers. “Fuck,” I whisper, wanting to hide and drag him on top of me again in equal measure.
“Such a pretty cunt,” he says. “All filled up with my seed and growing my young.”
His nostrils flare as his gaze travels up to my swollen stomach. Maybe his dragon isn’t quite as locked away as I thought.
“Kalos—”
“Be a good little queen and let me look at you.”
I feel his eyes on my very exposed pussy and squirm. “I need more.”
“I know. You’re greedy and it’s my job to take care of you, but I also need to inspect you to check for damage.” His eyes glint in the light, belying his words. He’s enjoying toying with me. “Spread your legs wide.”
I swallow, bringing my heels to perch on the desk edge and spreading my thighs so he can inspect me. The position is all at once clinical and forbiddingly hot. His other hand comes to my inner thigh, his thumb peeling open my folds, analyzing.
“You’re doing so well, little queen.”
I tense, and more of his first release leaves me. Shame and arousal raze my senses, and my lips tremble.
His fingers slide inside me again, and my head falls back as he strokes a sensitive spot. Though with how the fluid from his first release behaves, everything inside me is a sensitive spot.
“Kalos,” I breathe, my back starting to arch from whatever his fingers are doing inside me.
“Does my little queen need something more?” he purrs. “I’m at your service.”
I want to scoff at his words. At my service? He may be assisting me, but he’s calling the shots, and nothing I do will change that no matter how much I beg. My body shivers with a violent need.
“Please.”
“Your cunt does seem sufficiently hungry for my knot now.” Kalos presses in another finger gently. The pressure builds before my body stretches to accept his three fingers eagerly. The smile on his face should be illegal.
He slides his fingers free of me, the slick mess of them making the heat in my cheeks border on painful. I wiggle my hips, about to remove my heels from the desk to run away. The arousal so loud in my head that I’m practically nonsensical.