We both fought for the advantage. I didn’t stand a chance. “I give! I give! Stop, you overgrown fire lizard.”
He paused. “Overgrown fire lizard? Ouch, low blow.” Then he tickled me within an inch of my life. No mercy. I collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily, choking on my laughter.
“Is this why you don’t want to mate? Because I can’t win a tickle match against you?”
He chuffed. “No, I don’t want to mate because if we did it now, it would feel as if you’re using our mating as a bandage for the loss of your magic.”
I sucked in a breath. “I wouldn’t—”
He tightened his arms around me. “When we mate, I want it to be because both of us are ready. I don’t want our joining to be a salve. It’s a gift we give to each other. And right now, you’re too hurt to receive it that way.”
Remarkably perceptive, my dragon. Even though he’d deny it.
“You’re right.” I squeezed him as tight as I could. We lay there quietly for a time. It didn’t feel as comfortable as usual. I couldn’t read his emotions. Couldn’t sense the resonance of our bond. I exhaled a long, slow breath, letting the pain out. “I miss hearing you in my head and feeling your presence inside of me. It’s . . . lonely. I hate that worse than not having magic.”
“I know. I feel the same.”
I rested my chin on his chest and peered up at him. “You hated the wizard-familiar bond.”
“You know I got over that. I didn’t like the control it gave you, I won’t lie. But I never resented being attached to you or knowing how you’re feeling.”
“I muted the bond a lot. I didn’t want you to know how much my past still affected me.” Heat rose to my cheeks. Why had I kept anything back at all? Now that we no longer had the bond, it seemed so obvious what a gift it had been.
He gave me the gentlest smile, his eyes going soft. “I know, Quinn. At first I didn’t get it. If I’m mad, I’m mad. Until I’m not. Your emotions are always so, I don’t know, layered. It took me a long time to sort them out, and I’m still not always great at it.”
“I didn’t want you to worry about me.” I pushed up a little so I could see his reactions better. “My past, it still hurts, you know? And now without magic, I don’t even have that. You’re this magnificent creature in both of your forms, and I’m just me.”
“You’re enough. You’ve always been enough. If you need to hear that every day for the rest of our lives together, I’ll tell you. We wouldn’t be mates if we weren’t meant to be. We’re equals.”
“I thought one partner had to be dominant in a dragon-mating.”
He snorted. “I did too until I met you. If that’s the case, I can tell you, it won’t be me who’s in charge.”
I ran a finger across the scale-like markings on Twig’s chest, my lips curling in the hint of a smile. “So you say.”
“Glad we settled that. Now, getting back to where we were . . .” Twig shifted under me and I could feel his interest perking up.
I sat up and his hands automatically came back to my thighs. I forcefully pushed them down to the mattress. After almost making the biggest mistake of my life, I needed to reclaim what belonged to me. And everything in Twig’s face said he belonged to me. I would ride him until I couldn’t—
“I want you inside me.” Twig held my gaze.
I blinked. He was serious.
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“You what?” In the months since we last tried this, we’d both grown comfortable with each other. While I hadn’t been inside of him since the incubus club debacle, we’d been working our way towards me topping him again. Lots of ass play and rimming, which he adored. And, honestly, so did I. We’d both had our own issues to deal with: me not wanting to overstep his consent, and him struggling with me taking control in such a way. Dragons—even half-dragons—viewed topping as a dominant activity, so no surprise Twig struggled with the idea. Though I’d always sensed his dragon didn’t sweat the concept as much as he did.
“I want you to fuck me. My dragon wants it, too.”
“Are you sure?” Without our wizard-familiar bond I couldn’t sense his emotions or his dragon’s. Unnerving, to say the least. At the same time, I wanted him all the more. I desperately needed to know that our connection remained. That we worked, even without the bond.
Twig’s hands clenched and unclenched underneath my hold though he didn’t fight it. If anything, his body went lax. “Yes. If you’re sure you’re ready.”
I chuckled. “I was about to ask you the same thing. If you don’t want to do this—”
“I do. I trust you. My dragon trusts you.”
Okay, then. Looks like we were doing this. My stomach fluttered. The last time had been such a disaster—
“Quinn, stop thinking so much. It’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”
I nodded. Twig was right. I released his wrists. “Put your hands above your head and keep them there.” I’d learned early on to have him grip the headboard or he’d flip our positions at some point. Not that I minded, except now that he’d asked, I really wanted this.
Twig’s eyes flared hot as he did as I demanded, his slow movements making his muscles strain as he gripped the headboard. Beautiful. Powerful. Graceful. I reached into the bedside drawer, fumbling for a vial of lube I’d seen there, and then set it next to us on the bunk. Good thing pirates were a randy bunch, too.
I leaned over until our lips hovered a hairsbreadth apart. Instead of kissing him, I tweaked a nipple. Twig bucked underneath me. I expected it and tightened my thighs around him.
“You’re evil.” He groaned, yet didn’t move his arms.
“I am. And not sorry about it. You did tickle me into submission, after all.” I pinched his nipple again, closing the distance between our lips so I took his moan into my own mouth, savored his desire. Twig always responded so eagerly.
Our tongues slid against each other, not dueling so much as dancing. Selfishly, I hadn’t considered how traumatic the loss of our bond was for him. I’d make it up to him. Somehow. For now, I used my lips, my tongue, even my teeth to show him how much I desired him. How much I needed him.
My hands began roaming down his sides, up his arms, anywhere I could comfortably reach, as our mouths stayed fused. Usually our emotions created a feedback loop and while a small part of me wanted to cry for that loss, a larger part of me simply enjoyed touching the guy who meant everything to me. My strokes remained gentle yet firm.
We finally broke the kiss. I pushed onto my forearms to look into his eyes. A flush spread from his cheeks down his neck, even across his chest. He tipped his chin in invitation and I couldn’t help myself. I ran my tongue up the line of his throat until I latched on right beneath his jaw, sucking up a mark. I took my time, making sure it showed dark and deep. Twig healed so quickly the mark would soon fade. Still, I’d enjoy it while it lasted. A low moan rumbled from his chest, so I moved down his neck and left another love bite.
After leaving a small trail of bites and kisses, I slid down to trace his scale-like markings on his collarbone with my tongue. The scales, which could have been mistaken for tattoos, reminded me that although he lay still for me, I taunted a dragon. His moans matched my own as I painstakingly outlined each scale, tracing it with my tongue.
“Fuuuck, Quinn, you make me feel so good.”
“I want to make you feel even better.” I continued my journey downward, biting a rigid nipple and enjoying his intake of breath. My lips soothed the spot before trailing down his sternum, and then to his defined abs. I traced each bump, skirting his straining cock. For as much as he hated giving up control, he also loved it. At least with me.
His hips bucked, almost begging for me to wrap my lips around him. I continued to ignore his body’s pleas, instead nibbling on his hip and leaving another mark. Reaching for the lube, I uncapped it, then slicked two fingers and curled those two around Twig’s straining cockhead.
He had a hot spot on the underside, right under the head. I
stroked those nerve endings now, watching his abs pull tight and feeling his thighs brace against the bunk. Damn, such a powerful creature. So intoxicating.
A bead of precome started to roll down his shaft, so I lapped it up with my tongue. Twig groaned, almost painful in its intensity. I swirled my tongue into his slit next and slowly pumped his cock with my fist.
“You’re such a tease.”
Instead of answering, I took the tip of his cock in my mouth and hummed. He bucked under me, almost making me gag. So worth it. I sealed my lips over his length and bobbed my head, giving him my best messy blowjob, slicking him up.
Continuing to suck him off, I trailed my fingers down to his full balls. All for me. He groaned as I cradled him in my palm. I pushed myself to take more of his cock. To say Twig was well endowed didn’t do him justice. My lips stretched as far as they could around his girth, and I hadn’t even come close to taking his full length yet, even when I cut off my airway to take him deeper.
My eyes rolled back in my head at the sheer pleasure of touching him again. Tasting him. Pleasing him. Twig didn’t hold back his hum of approval. The headboard creaked ominously from his grip. I loved that it cost him to keep from touching me, from taking control. That he loved me enough to restrain his strength and his impulse to dominate. Such a turn-on.
Moving my hand beneath his balls, I pressed two fingers against his entrance. He moaned and spread his legs to give me more room. It had taken us several tries to get to where he felt comfortable with ass play. Turns out, my dragon had a real penchant for it. I ran my lube-coated fingers around his pucker before pushing two fingers inside him. He tensed, so I took it slow, pausing until his ring of muscle relaxed and let me slide in.
Before I went any further with my fingers, I took more of his cock into my throat and swallowed around him. He gasped and dug his heels into the bunk. I slid my fingers further, adding a nice prostate massage to the mix before pulling back to take a much-needed breath.
“Quinn, I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.” His voice so gravelly and wrecked, let me know what it cost him to stay pliant.
“Maybe I don’t want you to last, dragon. I bet you won’t have any trouble going again.” I gave him an evil grin before giving his hip a hard nip, then continuing to bob on his cock while fucking him with my fingers.
Another groan. My other hand pumped his cock as I pleasured him with my mouth. When his muscles began twitching uncontrollably, I knew he was close. I sank down on him as far as I could and added a well-timed, firm prostate rub. He roared as his cock swelled in my mouth. Come hit the back of my throat and I convulsively swallowed. Too much, it dripped from my mouth and slicked his length as I milked him dry.
When he shuddered and went still, I pulled off. His come trickled from the corners of my mouth and he watched me hungrily. I carefully pulled my fingers from him, then slid up his body until my lips lingered above his. When I didn’t close the gap between us, his tongue snaked out and swiped my chin, tasting himself. We both moaned.
I gripped his hair, held him still and pressed our lips together. I’d saved a bit of his come in my cheek and fed it to him now, our tongues twining. He opened for me, letting me have free rein and I took full advantage. His fangs had dropped and I carefully ran my tongue over them.
His chest rumbled and it almost sounded like a purr. Say what you want about dragons being fearsome creatures, mine at times acted like an overgrown cat. I gentled my grip on his hair, leaned back from our kiss. His eyes were mere slits, the dragon showing clearly in his gaze now, his face relaxed, lips curled in the hint of a smug smile.
I leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss. The purring increased and I laughed against his lips. “I love it when you do that.” I nipped his chin.
“I can’t seem to help it around you.”
“Well, don’t get too relaxed.” I pushed my pelvis against him, letting him know I was still raring to go.
“I could take care of that for you.” He ran a raspier-than-human tongue over his bottom lip, letting me know his dragon would be more than happy to pleasure me silly.
“I bet you could. I like you where you are, dragon.” I kissed his chin again and inched downward. Taking my time, I ran my tongue over his markings, spending extra time on his nipples. His skin wasn’t as sensitive as mine, so I used the scrap of teeth to keep his attention. Twig groaned. He loved teeth. So did his dragon.
I continued to nibble my way down his torso, then hip, until I slipped between his thighs again. His cock rapidly filled. Another round definitely wouldn’t be a problem. I slicked my fingers again, pushing his thighs further apart. I loved seeing my dragon so exposed to me.
Because I couldn’t help myself, I swiped my tongue around his rim, and as predicted his body responded like I’d licked him with fire. I did it again.
“Quinn, you’re baiting a dragon, you get that, right?” His voice didn’t sound quite human, the dragon in him responding fully to my actions.
“Mmhmm.” I pushed two fingers inside him, letting him adjust. At first, his body clamped tight, and the headboard creaked alarmingly. We might owe the pirates a new bunk when we were done. I swirled my tongue around my fingers, urging him to let me in.
A growl rumbled from his chest. Primal. Hungry. I waited. After a long exhale, his body relaxed. I slid my fingers in farther, still using my tongue to help pleasure him. He grunted when I added a third finger, but didn’t protest. I trailed my tongue over his perineum and balls, taking one into my mouth to suckle.
“You’re trying to kill me. Get on with it.”
I pulled off his sac, leaning up to shoot him a grin. “Aren’t you the one always saying I’m impatient?”
“Are you looking to get fucked, Quinn? Because you have five seconds before I switch our positions and sink so deep inside that you’ll feel me for a week.”
“Touché.” I nipped his hip. “I want to make sure you’re really well prepped.”
“Believe me, I’m ready.” His eyes tracked me, pure predator.
I nodded and pulled my fingers from his body. He winced at the abrupt departure. I kissed the crease of his thigh in apology, then pushed to my knees. Grabbing the lube, I slicked my aching cock. I must have poured half the vial on myself, but the lube wasn’t the high quality stuff we normally used and I refused to hurt him.
Once I was satisfied, our gazes locked. Unnerving to see Twig’s eyes shifted to his dragon’s, his pupils vertical slits surrounded by a glowing yellow ring that bled into his deep blue. He tracked my every move. However, that only added to the heat between us.
Placing my hands under his thighs, I urged him to pull his knees toward his chest. For his first time, I wanted him as open to me as possible. “If this hurts, tell me, and we’ll try another position.”
He didn’t roll his eyes, though a fang poked out over his bottom lip, and another growl rumbled in his chest.
Message received. I lined myself up, leaning on my forearms, and applied gentle pressure. The last time we’d done this, to my shame, I hadn’t been gentle, too deep under the effects of incubus magic to consider his needs adequately. This time would be different. I’d go slow, I’d—
Twig’s legs wrapped around me and he pulled me to him so hard that my arms gave out and I slammed down on his chest and drove home into his body.
“Twig!”
Smoke curled from his nostrils. His eyes were mere slits. Since I couldn’t read his emotions or thoughts anymore, I couldn’t be sure how badly I’d hurt him. When I tried to push off him, Twig’s legs tightened around me, keeping me pinned in place.
“Damn it, dragon, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Give me a moment, wizard.”
I cringed at the nickname, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on what I’d lost. My mate needed my comfort. Bracing my hands against his chest, I slowly pushed myself up so we were almost nose-to-nose. “You’re impossible. You know that, right?”
He grinned, his
fangs prominent, smoke still swirling from his nose. “That’s why you love me.”
“I really do.” We stayed like that for another minute, me trying not to focus on how good he felt, how hot, how tight. A sheen of sweat covered my body as I did my best to keep my hips still.
“You can move now.” His heels dug into my ass and we rocked together. I don’t know who moaned louder. Placing my hands on either side of him, I braced my knees on the bunk and tried a tentative thrust.
My eyes rolled back in my head. No way I could last long. I needed to make sure he enjoyed it, too. I tried another pump of my hips and watched his face go from pinched to relaxed. We were definitely getting somewhere. I needed to adjust my angle a bit. Almost . . .
“Holy handmaidens of hellafuck, right there, Quinn! Right fucking there.” Twig arched beneath me, his thighs squeezing me so tight I could barely breathe. “Harder. Now.”
“Bossy.” However, I was all too happy to follow his order. I slammed my hips against him. He roared. The headboard cracked under his grip, but I hardly noticed as I let loose. Storm and thunder, this might be the best moment of my life. He was mine. I bit my lip hard, hoping the pain would hold off my own pleasure. A bead of sweat ran down my temple as I started a brutal pace, keeping my angle just right.
I hadn’t realized that I needed this. Needed Twig to trust me enough to let me pleasure him like this. I reached between us, balancing on one arm as I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave it a strong stroke.
“Hellafuck!” Twig bucked under me, a roar tearing from his throat. His cock expanded in my fist and the first shot of come hit his chin. His body squeezed me like a vise and I could only hold on for a few more seconds. I kept banging away at his prostate determined to wring every last drop from him. He continued to come as though he hadn’t orgasmed only a short time ago. White streaked his chest and belly and a final squeeze to my dick sent me over the edge.
I rutted on him like an animal, no coordination at all, chasing my pleasure, feeling as close to him as I could without our link. When I came, I shouted his name loud enough that the whole settlement probably heard. My come filled him and I wanted to shout in triumph. He was amazing. We were together. And no matter what, we’d be okay.
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