A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(25)

His kiss deepened still. One hand gripped the back of our neck and the other moved from between our legs and smoothed down our back and to our butt, pulling us against his hard cock. He ground into us, no room between our bodies for us to grab it and stroke. He walked us backward toward the tree, his lower hand slipping down and cupping our cunt before lifting, two of his fingers dipping inside as he hoisted us up to his waist.

“Such a dainty little thing,” he murmured against our lips, and it was the first time in my entire life I’d ever been called that.

He rammed our back against the tree before leaning in. The bark scratched, fading into the background as his fingers rubbed.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He reached farther, getting our clit and massaging, his kiss dominating.

She groaned into his mouth. Rolled our hips against him.

“Fuck me, Nyfain,” we said, her or I, I didn’t know. It didn’t matter anymore. I was on board with this, and I no longer cared who was leading the charge. It might hurt at first, but he had shown he wouldn’t take it for granted. “Fuck me, now,” my animal said.

“As you command,” he said.

He pulled back, dragging that dull tip through our slick folds. His tongue thrust between our lips as he rocked his hips.

My world stopped turning as his plunge seared into our wet depths. The dull ache competed with the explosion of pleasure. He stretched us full until we couldn’t take any more, not able for his size.

She gripped his shoulders to stop him for a moment, whimpering with the onslaught. All the sensations around us heightened. The rough bark rubbing against our back, his smooth hips under our knees, our tingling lips swollen from his kisses, and the soft, chilled night moving around us. Our body became pliant, our arms looping around his neck.

“You need to take more of me,” he growled, pulling out before thrusting again, working in deeper. “Take all of me, my princess. Take it all.”

Our eyes fluttered closed as she let our head fall back against the tree, relaxing around him. Willing our body to accept his size.

He reached between us and massaged our clit, small movements now, pushing in deeper. Unsatisfied until we’d taken all he had to give and then some. The dull, burning ache morphed into a building pleasure. He kept going, working faster now, working deeper. Nearly fully sheathed.

“That’s right, princess.” He leaned forward, pushing us harder against the tree. His hips moved rhythmically now, rocking forward in steady, firm thrusts. He caged us in, keeping our body put. We couldn’t get away from the burning, delicious onslaught. We didn’t try. “Take it all.”

He held us tightly as he gave one last hard thrust. She cried out, squeezing our eyes shut against the pain.

“There you go,” he cooed, pulling us away from the tree and lowering to the ground. He sat, firmly lodged within us and cradling us on his lap, our legs to either side. He held our face in his hands, gazing into our eyes. “Are you ready?”

My animal purred and rolled in anticipation, and suddenly I knew what he meant. He was asking if she was ready to be claimed by the dragon.

No, no, no, no! I shouted at her. I clawed at her, trying to yank her away. Trying to stop it.

A smile curled his lips. “The man does not want us to do this, my princess. What do you think?”

“Neither does the woman. Very short-sighted, then, to leave us in charge of their skin…”

Nyfain—the dragon—laughed darkly. “Yes, I think you’re right. But I do not wish to break her trust in you. You are newly experiencing each other in troubled times. It would be wrong to damage your soul-bond as it is forming. Besides, it will be much more explosive when they agree to it as well. Maybe we’ll wait until they are further along. We have extended the soul-bond into the foursome. That is enough for now, don’t you agree?”

She made a disgruntled sound, and he nuzzled our neck. He kissed and sucked gently, tickling and enticing, working her back into a good mood and me into some sort of fervor I didn’t understand. Our body was so hot that I could barely stand it. Our pulse raced, shared with Nyfain and his dragon. The strong connection in our chest—apparently that was the soul-bond—pumped power and euphoria and pleasure, making me want to smile so big it cracked my face. His cock burned within us but in the best of ways, deep and raw and consuming.

“You are mine,” the dragon told us. “Nothing will change that. The two legs will come around. They’ll have to. I’ll want to be in you every chance I get, and I’ll force the issue if the man won’t agree.”

She made a pleased sound, and he kissed us, deepening it until it stole all our focus and made the world drop away around us.

“How is the ache?” he asked. “Subdued? It is taking all my power to keep from pounding into that tight little cunt.”

“Since you won’t claim me…” She rose slowly, dragging his cock out of our pussy and wrapping our arms around his shoulders. He shuddered and groaned, his hands splayed across our back. “Does that mean I can join the sex parties and fuck everyone in the castle?”

He yanked our hair and thrust upward from the ground, banging that cock back fully inside of us before dragging us back down to sit firmly on his lap again. The tightness sent shivering pleasure racing across our heated flesh. Our eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned.