My eyes widen. He’s been holding on to the threat of spanking me for seven weeks?
“I always remember my promises,” he purrs as if he can read my mind.
Something hot churns in my belly. I thought the pleasure was good, but with this added element, I’m squirming in need. My desire claws over my skin.
I gasp when he pushes his cock inside me. The thrust is slow, but this new angle and my hungry core make it more intense.
His hand comes down in another slap, and I whimper at the resulting bite.
“Do you hate this, Rina?” His voice is smug, because he knows I don’t. He can feel me as surely as I can feel his victory with each strike. “Your cunt is practically weeping.”
“More,” I whisper, and my dragon delivers. Each strike of my skin has a shiver of sensation rolling through me and an echo of his lust through the bond.
Finally, Kalos reaches the moment of breaking, and with a snarl, he fucks me with a vengeance. I moan, scream, and curse, my thoughts lost in every move he makes inside me. His knot smacks against my pussy with each thrust, and the impact leaves me wanting. This is the best sort of punishment.
I beg between gasps but am drowned out by his guttural words.
“My mate. Mine to breed. Mine to love.”
My heart would threaten to melt if I wasn’t mindless with need. “Kalos, I need your knot.”
“Then take it.” Even with how rough his words are, he sinks his knot deeper into my body slowly. My pussy lips stretch to take him, and I moan from low in my chest, forcing my body to relax until it gives way to the thickest part.
I cry out as his knot locks inside me, and Kalos bellows in release. His heat fills me, the pressure of it sealed inside has me coming with a desperate cry.
I’m shaky when Kalos pulls me from over the tub edge. Our bodies stay locked together, but he situates us sitting in the water again.
“That was okay? I wasn’t too rough?” Kalos asks.
“That was perfect.” I sigh in utter satisfaction. The good feelings of his body locked inside of mine soothing all the worries that continuously rise up during this adventure we’re having together.
Kalos blows out a breath that tickles the back of my ear. “I can’t believe you convinced me to knot you. Now we’re stuck in this bath until it goes down.”
I hum, wiggling. “Feels good. I can’t believe you spanked me.”
“You enjoyed it.” He chuckles before groaning in my ear. “And knotting you feels amazing.”
I hum in agreement and we both relax, spent.
Kalos kisses the back of my hand. “When your body gives me back my cock, you’re going to spend the morning in your studio.”
I open my mouth to object, but he interrupts me. “No arguments. You need time working again. Don’t think I haven’t seen your fingers twitch for a paintbrush. Evangeline and I will play off to the side if that’s what you need to feel comfortable. You won’t miss a thing.”
I turn my head and kiss him softly, communicating my gratitude through the bond.
Everything is going to be alright, better than alright.
I have a place in this life that I’ve fought to keep, family, friends. I share my heart with a fire-breathing dragon who regards me as his most valuable treasure.
And dragons never give up their hoard.
The End
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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
Hello Dear Reader!
Thank you for reading Hoarded by the Dragon!
The biggest truth of this book is that I didn’t plan for it to happen. I was minding my own business planning another book when the set up for Kalos’s story came to me. A thief and a dragon? Yes, please.
Now, this project was supposed to be a fun—fluffy even—short story. I can only laugh that once I met these characters, this book bloomed completely out of control and sparked a marriage of convenience book to boot. Because yes, Dear Reader, Stella and Stoneheart get a book… Ben too.
Writing is something that has become increasingly more personal for me. It’s an exploration as much as it is a painstaking endeavor to create a story that will enchant those who read it. I don’t always know the themes of a book before I start. It’s as fun as it is frustrating, but a big part of my process is trusting that it will become what it needs to be.
This book is about grief, new beginnings, and adventure. But what this book is mostly about, is change. I, myself, am not a big fan of change. My brain would love it if my routine stayed the same day in day out, but that’s not the nature of living.
We learn. We grow. Nothing remains constant. And that’s scary.
But ultimately, we persevere. Either we decide to adapt, like Katarina, or we need a little push to bring us back to those who care about us, like Kalos. That’s the message I really took to heart in this story.
I want to take this moment to thank my readers. You are the reason I can do this, and I am continually grateful.
A big shout out and thank you to my beta readers, Whoop and Sue, who helped shape this tale into something I’m truly proud of. Your input was invaluable, and I wish all the best things for both of you.
With the end of this project, my heart is full, and I wish everyone happy reading,
L. Lark
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lillian Lark was born and raised in the saltiest of cities in Utah. Lillian is an avid reader, cat mom to three demons, and loves writing sexy stories that twist you up inside.
More information about Lillian can be found on her website at LillianLark.com