My face heats with the memories of his last heat. We’ll be doing that every year.
I shake my head, grasping for logic. “But we’re not having a kid every time.”
“We’ll see what you beg for.”
The brush of his words against my ear and the thought of him filling me, attempting to breed me at every opportunity, has a shiver of forbidden pleasure cascading down my spine. I want that. I want his cocks, his knot.
Kalos hums. “The scent of your arousal is so sweet. I don’t think it will be much work to convince you to accept my seed during my heat. I think you enjoy being swollen with my child as much as I enjoy seeing it.”
An embarrassed sound catches in my throat because he’s right. I pull at his robe to try and distract him from details that have my cheeks burning. The idea of creating a family with Kalos is a tender one, but the thought of making that family has me kissing him with a moan.
I press my body against his, my belly getting in the way, but his hand slides between us, his fingers stroking gently through my folds. He growls against my mouth.
“So wet for me, Rina.”
“Don’t make me beg, Kalos.” I want him now. I want him forever. I slip a hand into his robe and grip his upper cock, enjoying the textured ribbing of it and the weeping head. I move to take his lower cock into my other hand, but he halts my motion with a disapproving tut.
“Not so quick.” His grin is wicked. “Lay down. It’s my honor to give you what you hunger for, mate, but I need to examine you first. It’s been some time since I’ve been inside you. I need to make sure your body is prepared to handle my attentions.”
I swallow, and a flash of heat whips through my body at his words. The silk sheets are cool against my skin as I slowly kneel on the bed before allowing Kalos to direct me, my back sinking into the mattress.
My knees press together, and his eyes darken as his scaled hands drag over the skin of my hip, my thigh, before tapping my knee.
“Open,” he growls. The precision of each movement has my body trembling in need. I’d joke about me being naked while he’s clothed if the air wasn’t stilling in my lungs at the vulnerable position he’s put me in.
Kalos arches his brow, and my lower body clenches in need. I take a breath and slowly open my thighs for his examination. The cool air against my wet pussy is an arousing stroke by itself, but he doesn’t touch me there yet.
“Have you touched yourself while I’ve been away?” he asks as if he was merely on a business trip instead of his heartrending absence.
As if he always meant to return.
The last toxic knot in my stomach loosens at that realization. He was always going to return to me. He will always return to me.
We are mates, with or without a complete bond.
“No, I haven’t touched myself,” I breathe. My worries and the anxiety caused by the impending attack left little room for desire. I was in survival mode without his presence, and now my needs are returning with a vengeance.
“You do seem like you’ll need to be stretched to take me,” Kalos muses as the pads of his fingers brush through my delicate folds, my arousal spreading with the hot touch.
I whimper as his talons retract. His fingers shift into a more human shape as he uses two to press against my entrance, massaging me there in circles before the embarrassing amount of wetness has him slipping inside.
“Such a beautiful offering.” The breath of his words skate over my pulsing, ignored clit.
“I’m hardly a sacrificial virgin.” My quip surprises me, and I don’t know where it came from with my brain scrambled by his ministrations.
Kalos’s responding grin is devilish and has pleasure curling in my lower belly.
His eyes glint hungrily. “It doesn’t mean we can’t pretend.”
My laugh is cut off by a gasp as his mouth descends on my neglected clit, his tongue stroking over me as if I am a sacrificial feast just for him.
“Did you eat virgins?” I ask, gasping and squirming under his mouth.
Kalos lifts from my sensitive core to chuff a laugh. “You’re getting distracted, Rina.”
His heated gaze tells me he doesn’t mind my curiosity. I groan as two fingers become three as they stretch me just as he warned, giving specific attention in pressing down against the thin skin at the back of my entrance before twisting up against the place inside me that he seems to be an expert of. He’s not getting distracted.
“Then answer my question—fuck!”
He sucks my clit again, and the heat he’s been building unravels on my moan. The climax is a gentle wave. In its wake my body relaxes and allows his fingers to sink deeper inside me.
I gasp, a sheen of sweat on my skin starting to warm again as my body accepts his actions.
Kalos purrs in satisfaction. “Some dragons did set up situations where they’d pick the prettiest humans as companions. They did not eat them. Dragons reserve eating people as an action of disrespect.”
I tighten around the fingers invading me as I try and keep my thoughts in order enough for a conversation. “Did you ever—”
“I was uninterested in such things until you offered yourself up for my use when I caught you.”
I shiver when his tongue licks my sensitized flesh, trying to squirm away from the stimulation, but Kalos layers the sensation and a whiplash of need spreads through me. His fingers keep me full, open.
“Such sweet offerings,” he says with a smirk.
And it was a sweet offering. I made a decision in moonlight and darkness that changed the course of both of our lives forever. We were two lonely souls brought together by chance and circumstance… and maybe fate.
I suck in a breath when his fingers leave me. He drops his robe, and I shift my hips up eagerly as my eyes devour the lines of his body.
His smile could melt steel. “Patience, my queen. It would be unwise to rush this.”
I open my mouth to ask what he means, but I forget my words when he grips his upper cock. I clutch at the sheets, trying to summon the patience to keep from demanding he slide it home inside me. I ache to be filled by him, miss feeling our bodies connected.
Instead, my dragon’s body stiffens after a few slick strokes, and he hisses as a white stream of hot seed splashes across my bare pussy.
“What the fuck?” I ask, torn between sensual shock, loss, and anger.
Kalos’s eyes narrow, and my argument freezes in my chest.
“Do you trust me to satisfy you?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say without one sliver of doubt. My lips twist. “But I didn’t think I’d have to wait all night for it.”
“What I want from you will take more work than a short climax on one of my cocks.” His gaze locks with mine as if daring me to look away as he lowers himself between my spread legs and uses his fingers to gather the cooling release on my skin.
My eyes flare wide when he presses the mess inside me. The tingling on my skin reminding me that this release is his healing one.
“Oh,” I say as the air leaves my lungs and the gold of his eyes warms in satisfaction. I want to question him on what his plans are, but my toes curl as a wave of pleasure shudders through me.
My body tightens around Kalos’s hand as he slips a fourth finger inside me. I moan helplessly but work to relax for my mate.