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.
“It’s my knot. You’ll take it for me, won’t you?” The question is a low rumble and the heat in my belly flares at the confidence in his tone.
I swallow. “Will it fit?”
“It will fit. Most women can take it with stretching. A witch like you should be able to handle it.”
“Don’t talk about other women when you’re on top of me.” The reaction is instant. The surge of jealousy at the comment should be a red flag, but I ignore it.
“As you wish, little queen.” He smirks.
To wipe the smug look off his face, I bring the head of his lower shaft to my pussy, and the dragon above me doesn’t hesitate to claim what I’ve offered him. As if he’s been waiting.
We both groan as he slides into my body. He doesn’t give me a moment to adjust this time, and I don’t need it. There’s an ache from when he took me before, and the feel of that has me starving for him.
As if Kalos can’t control himself any longer, he pulls from my body to fill it again. He sinks so deep that his knot presses against my soft folds. He grunts, and the next thrust and corresponding smack against my body is harder. My gasp is percussive to his movements.
Each hit to my clit brings a bright shock of need. I spread my thighs wider, wanting him even deeper. Kalos tries to slow his pace and I can tell it costs him, but every move inside me is accompanied by a hard grind of his knot against me.
I whisper curses because each press of his knot delivers a sharp-edged pleasure at the stretch.
My lips part and words I can’t possibly mean fall out. “Fill me up.”
His body tenses. “You have to accept my knot for me to breed you.”
The sound that escapes me is one part need and the other frustration. “Yes, yes, please breed me.”
I shut off my wide-eyed brain and start to dissolve into need as Kalos grinds his knot against my opening with more force.
It doesn’t budge.
“Fuck, it’s too big!” I cry.
“Patience, little queen, relax yourself for me.”
My body isn’t listening. The arousal has me drawn tight, and I whimper in need.
Somehow Kalos knows my body better than I do. Somehow he’s in control of himself, though he’s the one in heat. He presses his frame close to mine, still keeping most of his weight off me but propped on an elbow. Heat comes off him in waves. The hard grind of his knot becomes a gentle rock.
“Shh.” He places a hand over my thundering heart. “Breathe, sweet queen.”
I take a gasping breath and try to follow his command, shivering when he rocks his knot against me again. This time he circles his hips. My insides sing for the dragon stretching me. The hardness of his cock is a deep echo.
I think I’ve taken more of his knot this time, but I don’t look down. Instead, I’m completely ensnared by his gaze. Kalos is looking at me with such hungry possession that my core melts. We keep our eyes locked as he slides his hand from my heart down to my belly, his thumb starting to rub my clit softly.
I sigh at the next rock in my body, and he growls. The coiling tension in my core winds tighter, needier. So close to snapping. So close to breaking who I am. But in spite of all that, my body softens.
“Kalos,” I whisper.
His eyes glow at his name.
“Mine,” he growls.
The shock ricochets through my chest and distracts me from the sensual rock of our bodies. I’ve gone through the majority of my life as many things. A burden, a cohort, a trainee to the art of crime, and more recently, a friend. But never as someone to claim.
It happens then, my body gives to this man, this dragon. My throat catches on my emotions as his knot slides inside me. I throw my head back on a silent scream. The climax rages, buoyed and prolonged by Kalos’s own. He shoots his release deep. The heat of it is all-encompassing.
I barely notice the bite. His snarly growl vibrates through the crook of my shoulder and dissolves me into another orgasm.
The world disappears on waves of pleasure and crashing heartbeats. I don’t know how long it takes to come back to coherency. When I do, I have a heavy dragon on me. He hasn’t collapsed his complete weight on me, but his pelvis is locked to my own. His other shaft presses tightly against my clit.
He’s no longer biting me. The cold air is what I notice first. He’s tilted off me slightly, his chest angled away as if to give me some space. My body doesn’t want space. It wants to rub up against him and have him crush us with his weight, but I don’t move.
There’s a pained expression on his face, his eyes closed.
“Are you okay?” I ask. My voice is raspy, used.
His mouth tightens. “We’re stuck together until the swelling of my knot goes down.”
“How long will that take, do you think?”
His shoulders move in a shrug. He still hasn’t opened his eyes. “A half hour? I haven’t knotted someone in a long time.”
“Oh.” Some ridiculous, possessive part of me wants to ask how long. Maybe if he’d open his eyes and look at me, I’d indulge in that urge, but he hasn’t.
It’s as if he doesn’t want to see me. Of course he didn’t mean it when he said ‘mine.’ Don’t be silly, Katarina. This is a business arrangement.
I swallow but try to keep my breath even.
For all I know this knotting thing could hurt him. That would be the height of unfairness because it doesn’t hurt me at all. There’s a heavy ache of pressure where I cradle him, but each throb of his cock sends skitters of delicious sensations through my body. The light, floaty feeling in my chest makes me feel like I could stay this way all night.
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.