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)
“You are too desirable for these worms to resist,” he continues. “But resist they will or I will destroy their bloodlines. How dare they. You, the vessel of my seed, the love of my eternal life. For them to so much as approach you is unacceptable.”
I have never seen him jealous before, but I suppose I’ve never publicly paraded around in a bodysuit and high heels in the middle of a party filled with tech men before.
He draws me into a private bedroom and shuts the door, pressing me up against it. It is so strange to see him in this very human form, not a trace of dragon about him. I am used to his other side, the one that is taller, bigger, scaled. The one with the slitted eyes and the regal bearing. But even trapped in his human form, he’s so devastatingly handsome. It is just as it was when I first met him. He is angular and beautiful and brutal. His eyes gleam with possession, and I feel his passion for me with every breath he takes. The chemistry between us is not just powerful. It is fundamental. It bends reality. It demands consummation.
He slides a hand between our bodies and runs his palm down my belly until his fingers curl around my mound.
“I want you to remember,” he says. “These young human men are nothing. They are scraps on the wind, ephemeral creatures who will never muster the meaning of you.”
I don’t know entirely what he is trying to say with that, but it doesn’t matter because I know what he is really trying to do—reclaim me from humanity. His fingers slide along the length of my slit, rubbing me through my smooth, satiny bodysuit back and forth until they are soaked with my desire.
It feels so incredibly good to be touched by him, to have my arousal sparked by his rough need to possess me. He slides my bodysuit to the side as his mouth covers mine, and I feel the heat of his smooth digits running over my lower lips. It is so strange to feel touched by a human again. It feels lesser than his true form, but that’s the point. It doesn’t matter if Ornix is a fifty-foot dragon, or a six-foot-four man, he owns me. Every part of me.
“You know it, don’t you. You feel it. You belong to me, don’t you.”
I moan against his mouth as my hips arch toward his fingers. The feeling of being fingered slowly, my folds explored, my body returned to a state of desire that makes me feel chemically transformed is more intoxicating than any cocktail.
“They surrounded you like unworthy insects,” he growls. “They looked at you with lustful eyes. They thought they could have you. But they could never handle you. You would break them with a look. They would crumble at your words. They are not worthy even to gather the crumbs from under your table. They are less than dogs.”
He finds the heat at my core, circles the entrance to me and runs the tip of his finger around the outside of my clit, teasing me and making my hips dance closer to him.
“My beautiful soft sweet human,” he growls, wrapping his arm around my back. “You are everything to me.”
He slides two fingers inside me, stretching my pussy open around his digits. I am so used to the feeling of his scaled fingers or his thick cock that this feels like little more than a tease. He knows it too, and is using it to his advantage.
I was never anything or anyone else’s other than his. I belong to him in a way I have never belonged to anyone. My connection to the human world feels more tenuous than my connection to him.
“I’m going to fuck you with this unworthy human cock,” he says. “For old time’s sake. Remember the first time I took you, remember how you whimpered for me, how sore your ass was? I remember. I will remember our first mating until the end of time itself.”
I have said very little, lost in the incoherence of being desired so powerfully my own words don’t matter. My body is speaking the language of need, my chest and face flushing, the hair on the back of my neck and arms standing erect, pupils dilating. My hips grind against his hand, my pussy sucking at his fingers, trying to draw them deeper, begging for seed they cannot possibly supply.
He frees his human cock, hitches my leg up over his arm, and slides deep inside me in one long possessive stroke. I am wet enough to take him, but not so wet that I don’t feel the stretching of being taken deeply and completely by a dominant dragon who whose fury at seeing me touched by a man has made him intent on staking his claim over every part of me.