by S. A. Parker
Wow. Just … wow.
“That’s rich coming from a fucking sadist. Let me go,” I hiss, and he does, my shift unfurling from his grasp.
I push towards the edge of the pool that doubles as an infinity window. By the time I reach the orgasmic view across the cityscape—cylindrical spires crowding the horizon and bathed in sunlight—I’m gasping for breath, and not in the good way. I can feel him behind me, though he’s as silent as an unexpected erection popping up to say hello.
“So, you’ve realised how fucked up I am, good for you.”
The water shifts about me as he wades closer. “You’re not the first person to fall in love with their captor.”
I turn and he’s right there, so close I can’t see past him. I would have to arch my neck to catch his eye contact, so instead I stare at his conveniently placed pectoral muscles. “I’m not in love with him, I just can’t seem to kill the fucker.”
He places one hand on the side of the pool, boxing me in to the right but leaving the left as an escape route. I see his intention; I can get away if I want to, I’m not his prisoner.
His free hand comes up to my chin, tilting my head, though I do everything in my power to avoid looking the sexy bastard in the eye.
“Look at me, Dell.”
I try, I really do. I keep dragging my eyes closer to his face, then darting them away again because I can’t handle ...
“Dell, please.” He’s pinching my chin between his thumb and forefinger. It starts to hurt. Gritting my teeth, I finally look the fucker in the eye.
“There you are …”
I swallow, pressing myself further against the smooth stone behind me, doing my best to create a semblance of space between us. “What do you see?”
He reaches up, tucking a sodden, wayward curl behind my ear. “I see …” He shakes his head, drawing a deep breath then settling himself closer to me, before letting it out—a warm brush against my face. “I see a woman bound, but one who is boundless. I see the beast inside you Dell, and I fucking love her.”
I feel the blood drain from my face and my body goes limp, right before his lips crush into mine.
I stumble from the hit I wasn’t expecting, but my shock is overwhelmed because his lips are warm, soft and sensual as they work over my inexperienced ones—not hard and rough like I expected them to be.
I don’t know what to fucking do, I’ve never done this before. This is new territory for me …
Instinct takes hold and I open my mouth to him, allowing his tongue to slip between my teeth and gently caress my own. It’s tentative at first, like he’s tasting me, testing my limitations.
The hand that was holding my chin shifts around the back of my head, pressing me further into him as he delves deeper into my mouth. I let out a moan because it feels so fucking good. He tastes like dawn personified; sweet, bright and alive.
He brings his other hand around and threads it across my back, pressing my body closer to his and exposing me to every muscle and rivet, and they are ample.
Sweet baby Dawnies. My vagina rises from the grave like a fucking phoenix reborn.
I thread my hands through his hair, devouring him as he groans into my mouth.
I’ve never heard a man make sounds quite like that, like he’s actually enjoying me, and not just the idea of me, a little ‘sex slave’.
Feeling brave, I slide my tongue into his mouth, exploring the territory there, including those spectacular canines that seem to have lengthened, joining the other part of him that I can also feel has become significantly longer.
I run my tongue along the tip of it; the canine I mean, not his penis—pricking myself in the process and revelling in the small sting of pain.
He retreats swifter than a man repressing his desire to have his butt fingered, leaving me gasping for more of that Aero tongue candy.
“Fuck! Show me your tongue Dell, how big is the cut?”
Huh?
I’m still panting for purchase from whatever the fuck we just did, my vagina’s weeping a little happy cry that she’s alive again, and he wants to inspect my fucking tongue?
“Yes, Dell. My venom’s more potent than a Lesser, it acts a bit differently.” He’s forcing my mouth open with his fucking fingers as he dips and squints to inspect my mouth. Buzz kill.
“Is this really necessary?” I say around his fingers, but then I start to sway a little … am I about to go all limp dick on him? What an anticlimax.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth, inspecting my eyes and brushing his hand over my brow. “Shit. I’m taking you back to the room, then I’ll find one of the others to take care of you for a while.”
“What? Why?” I shuffle along the wall, out of his reach, gaining some sense of my balance back, though I now feel very territorial about staying right the fuck here. "I don’t want to go anywhere. I’m fine where I am, thank you!”
“Baby c’mon, it’s just until the venom wears off.” He’s edging towards me like I’m some skittish animal.
“Why? So we don’t form a mating bond?” I arch a brow at him as he takes another step forward, and I take another step back.
He puts his hands up in submission. “I don’t want you biting me under the influence of my venom, that’s why. If you bite me, I want it to be because you want to fucking bite me, not because I compelled you to with my God juice.”
God juice? That sounds fun.
That’s when I realise I’ve stopped stepping back, and I’m now leaning forward, salivating over the sight of his neck. What the actual fuck?
“So … you don’t want me to bite you?”
“No … I mean yes … but no!”
“Because I want to bite you … I want to bite you fucking everywhere. Not your cock though, just so we’re clear. My career in chewing penis’s off is well and truly over. Bring me your bicep, I want to bite your bicep.”
“Dell, no …”
I’m lunging for him, and he flashes out of the way, over to the other side of the fucking pool. I cross my arms over my chest. Tricky bastard.
“That’s not fair, come back here and let me bite you! Then sex you. Then bite you some more.” Yeah, I notice when his eyes ink over again. Fucking bullseye. He shall be my sex putty, and we shall make metaphorical Dawn babies with my absent womb.
“Fucking hell, I’ll be right back.”
And then my Dawn God is gone, poof, just like that, and I have nowhere to channel all this overwhelming tension that’s making my fluids leak. Where’s a tap when you need one.
I run my finger along my lip, then dip that finger into my mouth, tasting the man who just devoured my mouth and told me he loves my inner beast. Fuck. I almost spontaneously orgasm on the spot.
Actually …
I drop that same hand down my body, paying particular attention to my nipples through the soft fabric masking them, rubbing and tweaking them just the way I like it as my other hand dips under the hem of my shift, sliding my underwear to the side.
I’m still a little tender, but my vagina’s come back to life with a vengeance, and I have the memory of my sexy Dawn God attempting to devour me whole to keep her satiated.
I lean back against the edge of the pool, thrusting my hips out so I can gain better access as I run my fingers through my folds.
God, he tasted good. I need me another dose of that honey.
Paying special attention to my clit with my thumb, I slip my fingers inside and work myself just the way I like it when I’m on my own … rhythmic and deep.
In, out, swirl, swirl. In, out, swirl, swirl.
The sounds I’m making are not feminine, but I don’t care.
So … fucking … good.
I wish this was Aero’s mouth …
That just threw me over the edge. I scream out as my body curls forward, my vagina purring her satisfaction by clamping so hard around my fingers that I’m actually afraid I might fucking lose them up there.
I don’t, thankfully, and when I op
en my eyes to see Aero and Drake watching me from the stairway island in the centre of the pool, I’m not even mad.
“Are you going to let me bite you now?” I ask Aero, who takes a sharp step forward before Drake throws an arm out to stop him, grabbing him tightly around the shoulder.
He’s covered in dirt. Has he actually been ploughing fucking fields with Sol?
“You’re coming with me, babe.”
Chapter Eleven
“I’m not sure what I did wrong.” I’m pouting like one of those females in Kal’s harem. I don’t care, because Aero wouldn’t let me bite him.
Double pout.
“Nothing, babe,” says Drake, coming at me with a cute little spatula. “Now poke your tongue out.”
“Bossy today, aren’t you?” But I do as he says, because I’m feeling malleable right now. He dabs some funky tasting green paste onto it and I try not to gag.
“I’m always bossy. But I’m the sexy kind of bossy. Not like Sol, who’s just the bossy kind of bossy.”
I think Sol’s sexy too, but I don’t say that aloud, because I’m pretty sure Sol and Drake have some kind of alpha male battle going on between them that’s probably eons old.
“Do you want to talk to me about it yet?” Drake asks with a perfectly arched brow, and I know he’s not talking about me wanting to gnaw Aero’s arm off.
I shake my head. They shouldn’t be trying to fix something that’s already broken.
His lips purse. “Leave your tongue out until it goes numb, then I’ll wash the paste off and you should start to feel normal again. We might have to repeat the process, depending on how quickly the venom works its way out of your system.”
Right. Lovely.
“I heal quickly.” It sounds funny with my tongue hanging out.
“I’ve noticed. Even so I still want you to stay in bed for at least another day. Your body’s still a bit fucked up, babe.”
Drake, always so tactical with his words. “I love your pillow talk.”
Tongue still out, I look around the room from my vantage point in the middle of the super comfortable, fuck-ten-people-at-once-bed I’m currently languishing in. The room appears to be carved into the side of a sandstone mountain, because I can see another mountain scape through my wide-open window, with windows, doors and balconies carved into it.
Everything is clean, simple lines with plush soft furnishings, and no decoration aside from the odd potted fig tree and climbing vine snaking up the sides of the walls.
“I’ll show you around the rest of the place tomorrow.”
“With Aero?”
“No, you’re on an Aero ban. No Aero for you.”
“I only need a little bit of him. Preferably his neck, but I’m happy with his bicep. Fuck, I’ll even take his foot if that’s all there is on offer. I’m not usually a foot person but I’ll make exceptions.”
“What was that?” he asks, cocking a brow.
Ugh. It’s so fucking hard talking with your tongue hanging out of your mouth.
“What do you feel like for lunch? You’ve lost a lot of weight.”
I wave my hand dismissively. “I’m not hungry.”
“Like fuck. I’ll get you some soup.”
Lovely, that’ll probably look fantastic coming back up. Like a fucking murder scene. I just smile around my tongue and nod like a good little patient.
I expect him to ring the gold bell on the wall, but he doesn’t. “I’ll be right back. Ignore the baby drako if you get a visit. Unlikely—the little fucker’s not too fond of strangers and likes personal space, but I thought I’d better mention it.”
“What the fuck?”
“You’ll be right. Drakos’ don’t usually throw flames unless they’re provoked.”
“Hang on a minute …”
“Keep your tongue out!” Drake winks, shutting the door behind him.
My Gods are so disobedient.
I have about three minutes to mull over the mental vision of the deep fissures between Aero’s abdominals in perfect, peaceful bliss before I hear something flapping about outside my window. Well, Drake’s window. I guess these are all his windows.
A tiny, gold baby drako alights on the sill, and appears to be contemplating whether or not it should enter through the wide-open window. It’s cute as fuck, but those things breathe fire and have claws like daggers, even if it is only the size of a small dog.
I squirm as far as I can under the covers without licking the perfectly white sheets with my green tongue. I wish Drake had wiped this shit off before he left, my tongue has no sensation left whatsoever and I’m worried it might actually fall off.
The little fucker’s fast—he’s suddenly sitting on the edge of the bed, sniffing at me like I’m his next goddamn barbecue Lesser Fae feast.
I’m going to skin Drake alive if this thing fries me. That’s another one of my worst nightmares … mainly because mum once told me it was a drako that fried the skin from her body. Hard to forget that shit, especially when your brain is an immaculate filing system that never runs out of storage space.
“Easy little guy …”
He cocks his head to the side, probably because I sound strangled with my tongue hanging out—a good meal target. He prowls up the bed towards me, sniffing the air as he does.
Motherfucker.
I try to pull my legs closer to my body, right before the thing fucking pounces, landing on my chest and forcing the air out of my lungs. He’s lucky he’s light because I’m pretty sure that could’ve re-fractured my rib if he weighed any more.
I’m lying as still as a motherfucking statue while he sniffs me all over; even pushing the covers down to my feet and smelling my toes, then back up again to my face, where he proceeds to lick the green shit from my tongue; probably enjoying the seasoning before he feasts on my fried flesh.
But then he stops, shakes himself all over like I’ve seen wet dogs do in the city after they roll in street sewage, and flops onto my stomach, fanning his gorgeous glistening wings down either side of him so they’re half on me, half on the bed either side of me, and goes to fucking sleep.
I don’t move, barely even breathe, trying not to spook the little fucker.
After what feels like a goddamn hour later, but is likely more like ten minutes, Drake backs through the door, food tray in hand, looking positively delectable in a sexy chef apron. “Sorry, had to whip some up from scratch, I wanted it to be fresh. Also, I think the herb salve needed some extra time to work because you were high as a fucking ki—”
“Yeah, so this happened,” I whisper, pointing at the drako.
Drake drops the tray and stands there, eyes unblinking, mouth open as the soup spills across the floor.
I raise my eyebrows. “Likes his own personal space, huh?”
Drake got me more soup after he stood there like a statue for a few minutes longer. Eventually he got over his shock. He also cleaned up the mess himself, even though the pretty blonde maid with sex in her eyes offered to help several times too many. My inner greedy whore got her hackles up and I almost had to gag the bitch.
“You didn’t swallow the green stuff, did you?” He’s investigating my tongue at close range.
“Of course not.” I gesture to the baby drako sleeping soundly on my belly. “He licked it off me.”
Drake laughs. “He, is a she. And I’ve never seen her get so close to someone else before.”
“Oh, okay. Well, maybe she likes females?”
He shakes his head and pops another mouthful of delicious soup in my mouth. Not going to lie, I’m moaning a little. Man knows how to cook. “She has plenty of exposure to women, she’s just never taken to another person before.”
I nearly snort the soup out of my nose holes. “Right. Thanks for clearing that up for me.”
He shrugs, looking too fucking pleased with himself. “I’ve been around for a very long time, Dell. A man can get lonely.”
“Is that why you got a baby drako? A little min
i Drake to roam the skies with … or do you have plenty of them, too?” I don’t know why but my voice sounds bitter. I reach over and stroke the drako’s head, eliciting a purr as I scratch between her pretty, glimmering scales—perfect little reflective surfaces all over her pipsqueak body.
“No children. I’ve always been careful not to mate. I don’t want to spend eternity tied to a woman I’m only going to find interesting for a few minutes.”
This time I do fucking choke. “Holy fucking sex machine! Tell me the truth, why don’t you ...”
“I’m all about transparency. I’ve had plenty of sexual partners, all of them willing—just so we’re clear.”
“No more than me, I bet.” Sexual partners, that is—not willing sexual experiences.
He’s frowning at me now, though his expression is soft. “Dell …”
I shrug, well, as much as I can with a sleeping, fire breathing creature sprawled across me. I don’t want to give the little fucker a fright and lose an eyebrow. Or a face. “It’s what we’re both thinking.”
He shakes his head, golden curls doing a dance of their own. “You’re wrong, I’m not thinking it. I’m thinking about how beautiful you look cradling my baby drako.”
Fuck.
My vagina just perked her little ears up.
I look down at the drako and my heart aches for my uterus that died long ago. I bet she would’ve been real fun to converse with. She probably would’ve mellowed out my vagina significantly, instead Little Ginny is all raunch and no mature alter ego.
“What’s her name?” My voice sounds husky, nothing like Drake’s but enough to give away the fact that I just got a healthy dose of arousal.
Drake’s smiling as he runs his hand down her spine, causing the rumbling purr to thicken.