A Kingdom of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales Book 3)(125)

“I’d prefer it if you’d not take the tea, and obviously our dragons agree.” His voice was low and husky, and a furious shiver crawled up my spine and spun around in my stomach. He was fine with the idea of getting me with child. Welcomed it.

My heart sped up a little, and my dragon purred in delight.

“Okay,” I said in a breathy whisper.

“I should warn you, though.” He pushed apart my thighs a little more so that he could wiggle his tongue across my clit before sucking it in and pulsing for a moment. “Imprinting often sets off a dragon’s heat. If I can get out of my own way and imprint with you, which I don’t think will be a problem anymore, then it might set you off. You’ll want to be bred. Not fucked, not made love to—hardcore bred.” A smile entered his voice. “I know how much it weirds you out, using that kind of language.”

But it didn’t feel weird at the moment. I wanted it. So bad. I wanted his cock deep inside my cunt. The prospect sent a crazy sort of thrill through me. It felt right. All of this felt so right. We’d fought to get here. We’d earned our happy ending, goddammit.

“Nyfain,” I begged as he licked up my pussy. He put two fingers inside of me and started to pump them in and out.

“You’ll want me to ravage you,” he said, bending his fingers in the perfect way. I clutched the mattress, moaning, on the verge of begging for his cock. “The feeling will be so intense that you won’t have much reason under its sway. Neither will I. This is just what I’ve heard, but everyone seems to agree. Our dragons will be insane. I will be insane, I think. A child usually results from it. If you aren’t ready…then now is not a good time to stop that tea.”

He let the comment linger, and I took a deep breath before answering. “I’m ready. Probably. I don’t know, but—”

You’re fucking ready, my dragon butted in. You’re past fucking ready. Let’s get this imprint going and get fucked and ruined and destroyed or whatever the fuck this dragon has promised us. Let’s get it all.

“I don’t think my dragon would allow me not to be ready,” I said with a nervous laugh. Why did all of this suddenly seem so much more intense? So new, like I’d never been with anyone before.

Because you know he is finally ready, my dragon said. And you are ready. It’s about fucking time for that happy ending, I agree. Let’s start with coming. Goddess above, I sure wish they could fly. I want to get it on in my scales as we tumble through the sky. I want the dragon to get me with child, not the man. It’s fine, though; we can probably figure out how to ground-hump or whatever.

“Get going, Nyfain. My dragon is starting to get…a bit much.”

You like it, she thought.

He licked up my pussy again before running his hands across my butt and down the sides of my waist.

“I already want to fuck you again,” he murmured, kissing up the center of my back. “Good thing I can do that and work your scales at the same time. I’ve never done this with someone, so you’ll have to teach me what you like best. I’m not sure whether I’ll instinctively know…”

I was so wet that I could feel it dribbling out of me, along with our combined release. He eased his girth into my cunt, nice and slow, as a whisper of touch feathered up my right scales.

“Holy—” I clamped down on a scream of pleasure so pure that I didn’t even know how to describe it. “That’s good,” I said, pushing back into him.

“Hmm, I like this,” he said as he shoved his hips forward and hit me deep. “I’m going to fuck the cum out of you and then fill you up again.”

He was so wickedly filthy, and I was fucking here for it.

“Yes, Nyfain,” I said, moving my hips forward before pushing back into him.

He grabbed my hips, pulling back as he rammed in with a wet slap. He groaned, and then that whisper of a touch was back along the other scales.

“No, holy—”

He eased back out, and then slammed in, his cock punching into my wet cunt, his teeth lightly scraping against a scale.

“Fuck!” I blasted apart, blown up with pleasure, pieces of me probably all over the room.

I shuddered as he hammered his cock into me again, then again, hard and fast and obviously out of control.

“Yes, Finley, again,” he said, stroking up one scale with his nail.

“No—no! It’s too…good. Oh fuck—too much! Too much—fuuuuck.” I screamed with it this time, the pleasure pounding through. “Is this…what it always…feels like…for you?”

“No.” He was breathing hard, slamming into me, holding me down to keep me put so he could go harder. Wilder. Losing himself in it.

I was right there with him. It felt like I was outside my body, nothing but pleasure. Nothing but the feel of his skin on mine and his cock inside me.

He said a word with each pound of his unrelenting cock.

“Proper-mating-with-a-double-claim-is-supposed-to-make-it-more-intense.” He was breathing hard. I was grunting so loudly that I could barely hear him. “Imprinting-is— Oh fuck!”

The orgasm ripped through my body, and this one didn’t need the scales. He yelled out unintelligible words as he shuddered against me with a few more thrusts.

And then a new feeling settled over me. No—over us. A feeling of peace, and a connection deeper than before. It almost felt like we’d joined together as one. One heart, one soul, one being.