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.”
I hum. “Well thank you for letting me take a nap.”
He snorts. “I didn’t let you sleep. There was no keeping you awake. If I didn’t want to take you in your sleep, I had to wake you first.”
My lips curve. “Waking up with you inside me wouldn’t be terrible.”
I feel rather than see Kalos rolling his eyes. “You truly have no self-preservation.”
I sigh sleepily. “I have other skills.”
“No doubt.” His body gets heavier on me, his cocks hard, but not as unforgivingly stiff as they were hours earlier. I shift my hips, and he kisses me. It’s so gentle and soft that I want to crack my chest open to let the golden feeling it inspires to illuminate the darkest parts of me.
“Once more, little queen, so you can walk out of here without being bow-legged.”
I swallow my dismay at his words of me leaving and spread my thighs wider to communicate my assent. He slips inside me, and we both sigh. This doesn’t have the same frenetic energy as the other couplings. I’m so wet from our night together that there’s no resistance to taking him or the ribbings on his cock. It’s almost as if I’ve changed to perfectly fit him. That being under him is where I belong.
As someone who has been alone for a long time… it feels too good.
I could almost be fooled into believing that he may want to keep me past one night. I tilt my head back, and Kalos kisses my neck. His movements into my body are soft and slow, luxurious. Each rolling stroke sparks the coiling tension of release, and it doesn’t take long for my breath to shudder.
The climax is a gentle thing. The release of a fluttering butterfly instead of the flash of searing lightning. Kalos groans, and the heat inside me stings for a moment before the rawness fades.
I exhale. Why does it feel like I’m on the precipice of crying?
He doesn’t dwell in my body any longer than necessary, and too soon, he’s pulling himself away from me. My throat is tight, but I blink my eyes open and realize that the light in the room has increased. It’s dawn.
Kalos leaves the pillows and strides over to his robe. My body is slow to respond, but I bring my legs together, curling in as if to offer my bare body protection. I sit up.
It’s done now. I’m going to leave here, and all this is going to be is a golden memory. Something bittersweet to make me smile the next time I feel lonely.
But maybe I’m not the only one who feels this way. Kalos doesn’t look back at me as he puts his robe on. I’m many things, but I’m not a coward.
“You bit me,” I say, my hand coming to my neck. There were quite a few paranormal beings that bite their partners to seal a mating. That can’t be what he intended, can it?
“It means nothing.” His voice is the type of cutting cold that reaches my bones.
Yep, yet another intricacy of our world that I don’t understand. I try to let go of my hope that he is harboring some tender feelings for me, but it’s hard.
I swallow. “I guess that’s not how your kind mates.”