Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“So yes.”
“Don’t misread my words and take offense where I intend none. I am just telling you to be more careful, and to keep your distance from Equinox. I know he seems like a cute little brother. He is not. He is also ancient. He is also powerful. And my blood runs in his veins. I know he seemed easily handled today, but I promise you that this is not the end of it. There will be other forces in motion even now.”
I was on the verge of running away from this creature and never seeing him again. At least, that’s what I told myself. Was I really trying to get away? Or was I just playing some fucked-up game of chase because he tried to get me to behave myself? Some mysteries may always remain mysteries. What I do know, right now, in this moment, is that he’s super fucking sexy when he is suspicious and vigilant. I think I might be ovulating. Since he walked through that barrier that would have held a Tyrannosaurus rex without trying, everything he says and does feels like it is absolutely the sexiest thing that ever happened.
“I can smell your desire,” he rumbles at me, almost accusatorially.
“I can’t help that you’re hot when you’re foiling plans,” I say.
“You are going to have to make your mind up. One moment you are having your ass fucked for disobedience, and running away to the human world like a spoiled brat, and the next you are lying next to me practically begging for a fucking.”
I feel a little ashamed, when he puts it like that. It’s almost like I just do whatever is most likely to get me fucked. I never used to be that way. I used to be a virgin.
“Let me see,” he says, pushing his hand between my thighs, swiftly finding my shame. “Yes, I think you get turned on by anything that will lead to a good hard fucking. Is that right, Melissa?”
“Um…”
“It’s true, isn’t it,” he says. “You do whatever is most likely to earn you a sore ass and a pussy full of cum.”
I blush, because it’s true, but I don’t know why and the observation makes me feel a little guilty.
“You don’t need to act out this much, brat,” he says, rubbing my pussy through my underwear. “You can ask for breedings whenever you desire.”
“I’m conflicted,” I mumble.
“I don’t believe you are,” he says. “I think you know exactly what you want, and how you want it.”
I blush more, knowing I’ve acted erratic as hell, wanting to submit and wanting to rebel. Wanting to stay, and wanting to escape. He’s right; it really all does come back to his cock.
“You are so wet,” he murmurs, running his scaled fingers along the slit of my sex. I grind back against him, yearning, teased, wanting. Ornix has always inflamed my desire, but right now I need him inside me.
He does not keep me waiting.
He surges inside me over and over, his powerful hips rolling that unspeakably thick cock inside me. I arch my back and submit to him in a way that feels like languid luxury. I am not being fucked. I am being brought into existence in new ways.
Energy bursts through me. Not orgasm. Something even more powerful.
My wings unfurl unexpectedly, brighter and shinier and golden tipped. I feel myself rising from the bed, up through him.
“Don’t…”
He presses me back down on the bed. Hard. He pins me in place and he growls against my neck, making my entire body resonate with his dominance.
“You cannot sustain that much weight,” he says. “Stop following your instincts in this regard. Your wings are lying to you.”
I giggle, because being pinned down is fun. I feel his strength, the easy dominance that he simply embodies. There is no performance in Ornix. He is ancient. He is powerful, and I am his.
I squirm on his cock, my hips performing an instinctual dance spurred on by his protective pinning of me.
“You absolute little minx,” he growls. “Stay still.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to have us both off the bed and break those wings,” he says. “I am going to tie you to this bed. Stay there.”
He gets up, pulling his cock from me in the process, leaving me bereft. I whimper, lying where he left me until he returns to tie me down.
The dragon bonds wrap around my wrists, my forearms, my waist. He does not just tie me to the bed. He ties me to myself, makes the cording perform pretty winding patterns around my waist and breasts. He trusses me like a valuable bird and he loops the whole thing to the bed so that there is no upward motion available at all. My wings hang from the sides, entirely useless for the moment.
“Oh, I should have done this before,” Ornix says, his great golden eyes flashing at me with immense sexual satisfaction. “Look how sweet and vulnerable and controllable you are.”