I Married A Dragon (Prime Mating Agency)(53)

“I’m sorry for the pain, my Kaida,” Cedros whispered in the crook of my neck, his voice strained.

“It’s okay. It was clever,” I whispered back, caressing his hair.

While that method had indeed been creative, I would have welcomed a heads up first. Still, it was thankfully done. The normal way, it would probably have taken us hours, and we’d likely have given up long before that.

As the initial pain of that brutal stretch faded, my inner walls contracted around him, coaxing him into action. Displaying mind-boggling control for a virgin, Cedros started moving in and out of me in a measured fashion, with slow thrusts at first. With each stroke, he emitted a pained moan, his eyes shut, his face constricted, and his hand fisting the blanket. But I knew unbearable pleasure prompted this reaction… The same insane pleasure the countless ridges of his alien cock were giving me.

Each motion rubbed my sensitive spot, sending electric tendrils of pleasure through me. When his middle ridges distended inside me, creating even greater friction, I shouted Cedros’s name, my nails digging into his back. He emitted a growling shout that sent a searing bolt of lust in my core.

He lifted his head and shot out a brief stream of shadow flames at the ceiling before picking up the pace. Fear and the thrill of the unknown mingled with the waves of pleasure crashing over me as Cedros began shifting. He wasn’t going into his full battle form, but his body gained more mass, his face took on more draconic features, and his already impossibly gigantic cock seemed to grow thicker. His eyes and shadow horns glowed while he emitted almost animalistic grunts.

It terrified me, liquified my insides with lust, and had me begging him for more. And more he gave.

Opening my legs wider to accommodate his enhanced size, Cedros spread his wings as he started pounding into me, taking me harder, deeper. Despite the brutality with which he was now claiming my body, I writhed beneath him, my pelvis lifting to meet him thrust for thrust. My moans of ecstasy blended with his feral growls as he destroyed me with savage abandon. When the transversal spikes of his cock burst into action, undulating against my G-spot, a bright light exploded before my eyes.

I felt as if I’d gotten knocked right out of my body under the violence of my climax. My inner walls clamped down on Cedros’s cock. He roared, his throat and horns glowing, before he threw his head back and fired a long stream of shadow flames. At the same time, I felt his burning seed shoot powerfully inside me. Instead of calming his passion, that first release appeared to whip him into a frenzy.

Without ever pulling out of me, Cedros collected me into his arms and sat on his haunches. Holding me in an almost bruising embrace, he pumped into me with reckless fury while speaking unintelligible words in Derakeen, interspersed with throaty growls. In between bouts of breathing fire, he would crush my lips in hungry, possessive kisses. By the way his wings spread and closed, I suspected he was battling the instinctive urge to take flight during our coupling. But another brutal orgasm sweeping me away ended any attempt at rational thought.

By the time Cedros relented, I had lost count of how many orgasms he had wrested from me, or how many times he’d shot out his hot seed on my battered insides. I remained boneless in his arms as he turned us around and settled me on top of him. I vaguely realized he hadn’t pulled out of me. As he wrapped his wings around me, I felt one pair of the lower ridges of his cock swelling inside of me, locking us together.

Head resting on his broad chest, surrendering to the sweet call of oblivion, the last thing I heard over the thunderous beating of his twin hearts were these soft words.

“I love you, my mate.”





Saying Cedros was a sex machine would be the understatement of the century. I got little sleep that night, and I woke up to an encore this morning. If he didn’t have to go to work today, I likely would have spent the day on my back or impaled on his cock while he pounded into me from below.

That he could knot took me by surprise, and even more so that he only used it before we fell asleep. But then I realized he’d only done it for the binding intimacy it created, not for its reproductive benefits. Anyway, my contraceptive implant made it all pointless. But I rather enjoyed being bound to him that way.

Even as we finished showering together, I braced for another round when Cedros drew me into his embrace. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist while he gave me a deep, toe-curling kiss. To both my relief and disappointment, my man didn’t extrude. After the grueling sex marathon we’d just had, my poor cooch was beyond sore and could use a reprieve... even as it throbbed with anticipation.

The little ho!

But Cedros carried me out of the shower’s recessed ring, then proceeded to dry me. He never bothered doing it for himself, leaving his scales to dry during flight.

“I hate having to leave you. I’m afraid I’ve grown addicted to you, my Kaida,” Cedros said sheepishly, while gently rubbing the towel over my legs.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” I said affectionately. “It’s only for a few hours.”

“I have two hearts, my mate. It makes it more excruciating.”

I chuckled and patted his chest in an encouraging fashion. “You’re a strong male. You’ll survive.”

“Only because I must,” he said with a long-suffering sigh.

I smiled and rubbed my nose against his snout before kissing him. But even as I did, his words replayed in my mind.