A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #1)(80)

He gripped my head harder and forced it down. My animal growled in ecstasy as he shoved up with his hips and parted my lips with the head of his cock. I softly scraped his shaft with my teeth. He growled in desire and flooded me with another rush of power. Then he yanked my hair, plunging in deep. My eyes watered, and I gripped his balls with one hand, tighter than a lover’s caress. My fingernails of the other hand dug into his thigh.

This is not quite right, my animal cried in frustration, spurring me on nonetheless. I bobbed on his cock with reckless abandon, taking everything he had to give and begging for more. I reached down and ran my fingers through my wet pussy before massaging my clit.

He needs to be in our cunt, not our face. We should fight, force him to dominate us to prove his worth and mate us with a passion he would show no other. Does the man not know where a cock is supposed to go? His dragon can help.

Shh.

His movements got jerkier. Harder. His cock ravaged my throat. My chin banged against his balls. It was fierce and rough and brutal, and I was so fucking here for it. It was exactly what I’d wanted.

My finger kept going on my clit, winding up my body, and my spit bathed his cock and pooled around his balls. His thighs tightened, and his hand yanked my hair, and then he was groaning and filling my mouth. His release slid down my throat, and I backed off so I could swallow it all. Usually I didn’t, but with him…I just fucking wanted to. None of this was thought out. I’d probably have reeled away if someone asked me two days ago whether I wanted to be roughly throat-fucked and get a mouthful of a man’s climax, but here, in the moment… Fuck yes.

He pulled my hair so I’d have to stand, and I winced. He smashed his mouth to mine, apparently not at all concerned about tasting his saltiness on my lips, then yanked my pants down and slipped his fingers into my panties. My slick wetness made him groan.

“Come for me, baby girl,” he growled softly, plunging in two fingers and working my clit with his thumb. “Come for me.”

He kissed me, and I clutched his big shoulders and lost myself in his lips. In the expert movement of his hands. I groaned into his mouth as he pumped those fingers faster. He wrapped his other hand around my nape, deepening our kiss as he sucked my tongue into his mouth and rolled it with his. His kiss was deep and passionate and delicious, and before I knew it, I slammed into the ceiling with a toe-curling orgasm.

I cried out into his mouth, trying to pull away. He wouldn’t let me, finishing me up as he nibbled my bottom lip. I melted against him, my knees buckling. He caught me before I bonelessly slid between his spread knees and guided my butt onto his thigh. His hold relaxed and his kiss changed, sweet now. Lingering, like he didn’t want me to leave just yet.

I liked the ending, but I still think he’s doing it wrong, my animal muttered grumpily.

I smiled and shoved her down. An echo of Nyfain’s dragon vibrated within me until the feeling receded. He seemed just as annoyed.

“Can you feel my animal?” I asked Nyfain, pulling my arms from around him. “I mean…more than just her presence. Can you feel her mood?”

He constricted his arms around me, trying to keep me put.

“Let me up,” I whispered, then snagged one more kiss. Feeling my heart ooze just a little.

My eyes snapped open, and I staggered out of his embrace. No, no to the heart-oozing thing. Admitting to liking the guy was one thing, but oozing hearts and what that might mean was entirely another. He was not someone I would be developing deep feelings for. I couldn’t afford to lose my heart to him any more than I could let myself be claimed by him.

His gaze tracked me like a predator. He leaned back against the chair with a wince.

“You don’t have the energy for…any of that. I shouldn’t have…” I grabbed the pitcher and filled it with water, walking around to his back.

“Given me the best blowjob I’ve ever had?” he asked lightly. Shivers coated my skin, and I gritted my teeth against the pride warming my middle. “Shown me that no sex salon in any of the kingdoms could compare to you?”

“I don’t need flattery. That’s not happening again.”

“I love when you make promises. The challenge to help you break them makes it all the sweeter.”

So he was a gloater. Damn it.

I poured water over the claw gashes, only a small smear of blood running down his back. He hadn’t overdone it. I added more salve to make sure they’d heal quickly.

“As for your animal, I can feel her better than you can feel mine, clearly. I can only feel traces of your—her moods, though. Only when your emotions are heightened in some way. That ability has probably been subdued by the curse.”

“So it was normal back in the day?”

“To a degree,” he said vaguely.

I put everything away and brought over a drying cloth. “What does that mean, to a degree? To what degree? How does it relate to us?”

He stood, using the back of the chair for a brace while I dried him. “All these questions.” He sounded annoyed. “Aren’t you well read? There are books about it.”

“There are books on the history of shifters, on animal types and their rarity—things like that. That was all before the curse, though. Those authors assumed people knew the fundamentals of being a shifter. There aren’t any books about that.”

“In my library, perhaps.”