by Ophelia Bell
He pressed the tip of the injector to the first spot, glanced at her with a raised brow, then pressed the plunger button when she nodded.
Astra hissed and clenched her eyes shut. “I hate it. Hate how fucking hot I get when he’s down there, his hands on my leg. But I’m just a patient, or just Talon’s little sister. He doesn’t see me as a woman.”
“I guarantee that’s not true, but you may be onto something. He was the Ebon Claw’s best friend. He probably considers it a betrayal if he follows through on his feelings. Ready for another?”
She nodded and he shot her again, wincing himself at her soft grunt.
“Touch me,” she whispered. “Before you do the next one. Please. Just to take the edge off.”
“You sure? What happened to ‘never mind, this was a bad idea’?”
“I’m sure,” she said, smirking at him.
He traced the fingers of his free hand along the underside of her thigh, up to the soft crease of her ass and around, grazing them across the very edge of her panties. Slick wetness coated his fingertips and he hummed with interest. “Do I turn you on just being here or are you thinking about him?”
“It’s you, I promise.” She offered him a sweet smile. “Will you take off your shirt so I can look at you?”
He set the injector aside to oblige her. Once his shirt was gone, she sat up, placing her hands against his pecs.
“Wow, you don’t look like you’ve been out of the arena as long as you have.” She glided her palms down his chest. Simon’s cock swelled to full hardness in his pants and a rumble of interest filtered up through his chest, the spark of his animal waking up for the first time in ages.
What a fucking amazing feeling, but it didn’t last. The animal slinked back into hiding as if it lacked the energy to participate. He was a little grateful after Astra’s no-touching request. He was in no danger of accidentally marking her, but couldn’t bring himself to say so. Admitting that weakness was too difficult.
But something she’d said floated back to his mind and he grabbed her hands. “Hey now, you’re the one who should refrain from touching, don’t you think? We don’t want you accidentally marking me.”
She pouted for a second and Simon’s nostrils flared, the urge to kiss her nearly overwhelming him. Then a glint flashed in her eyes and she lay back, stretching her arms over her head. “I don’t know if I can resist a body like that. You probably ought to restrain me to be on the safe side.”
He couldn’t quite believe his ears, or his eyes for that matter. Here was the Midnight Star herself, lying on a bed in nothing but skimpy lingerie, begging him to tie her up. His brain might have short-circuited for a second because it took a moment for him to realize she’d just pointed at the wardrobe across the room.
“What?” he asked, feeling like an idiot.
“There are scarves in there I think.”
“You’re serious.”
She gave a slight shrug and a teasing smile. “Don’t want to take any chances.”
He climbed off the bed and hobbled to the wardrobe, his erection making it difficult to walk. “This kind of defeats the purpose of letting you use me, you know.”
“Oh, I’m still using you. You’ll notice you are obeying my every command so far.”
He shot her an appraising glance, then opened the wardrobe and found a selection of silk scarves inside that would serve perfectly.
When he returned, she lifted her arms above her head again and he surveyed the scene. The big bed had carved posts at each corner, but he didn’t have enough scarves to reach both sides. However, the headboard also had a series of carved points arcing up along the top, with one larger flower-shaped finial at the peak. That one would do perfectly. He tied three of the scarves together and knotted them around the finial.
“What is it?” she asked when he paused to glance down her body before securing the scarves to her wrists.
“I don’t want this in the way,” he said, plucking at the strap of her bra. “Can you take it off?”
“You take it off me,” she said.
Simon chuckled. “You’re good at this. Javin isn’t as game as I am about being told what to do in bed, you know.”
“Oh? Do tell.” She sat up and glanced over her shoulder at him. He deftly unfastened the clasp of her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. Then she lay back down with an inquisitive look.
“He doesn’t exactly spend a lot of time on small talk before we fuck. I assume the position and we get to business.” He pulled the bra off her arms and tossed it aside, his gaze remaining on the perfect round orbs of her small breasts, even more exquisite than he’d ever imagined.
“Why am I not surprised,” she said. “But you seem to like games.” She tilted her head back when he returned to her wrists, securing the scarves in a series of snug loops that he made sure weren’t too constricting but tight enough that she wouldn’t easily slip out of them.
“I like sex. Full stop. And I didn’t exactly have the luxury of being picky. He was there for me when no one else was. Of course never in a million years did I believe I’d be where I am in this moment.”
Astra licked her lips, watching him as he moved back down between her thighs. He gave her another quick shot of her treatment, then grinned at her.
“I’ve got you where I want you now. Time to lose the panties.” He hooked his fingers into the narrow bands that crisscrossed her hips and pulled the skimpy garment down her legs. His stiff dick jerked in appreciation of the sight of her bare, glistening pussy.
“Please touch me.”
“Soon. Let’s finish these up and then I’ll do whatever the fuck you want.”
He gave her another shot, this one closer to her core, and lingered with his hand near her pussy, letting his knuckles brush across the bare lips.
Astra shivered and arched toward him.
After the next shot he gave her a little more attention, grazing his fingertips down over her folds and back up. He came away with a coating of her juices on his fingers and raised them to his nose, inhaling while she watched.
“Lick them off. I want you to taste me,” she murmured.
He obeyed, sucking each finger and savoring the tangy flavor of her. She whimpered and spread her legs wider, hips tilting up in eager need for more.
“Done.” He tossed the injector aside after speeding through the last few shots and settling back between her legs. “I’m all yours now.”
Her eyes were dark pools staring up at him, her cheeks flushed pink. “I want your mouth on me, Simon,” she rasped.
He swallowed and closed his eyes, her words music to his ears. “Are you sure?”
“You promise not to bite?”
Simon could only nod, his throat too constricted with the groan of need that had welled up. He started to lower himself between her legs, but she halted him with a word.
“Wait.” He paused, glancing up at her face.
She looked above herself at the scarves that bound her wrists, then shifted up and grabbed hold of the fabric. She leveraged herself up to a kneeling position, shoving the pillows aside with her legs.
“Start with my nipples,” she said. “Hands, mouth, whatever you want. Just no biting, got it? And . . .” She paused, her gaze gliding down his torso to his crotch, where his aching cock strained against his pants. She licked her lips. “I want you naked when I sit on your face.”
13
Astra
Simon’s expression of eager wonder was a glorious sight. Yet he still took his sweet time climbing off the bed to shed his pants before crawling back on and coming toward her, practically panting with need.
Astra’s heart pounded, her gaze fixed on the long, thick shaft between his thighs. She shouldn’t fuck him, but she wanted to more than anything. He’d teased the hell out of her, drawing out her treatment, punctuating each painful shot with tormenting touches between her thighs until she was numb to the pain, too overwhelmed with need for more contact to fee
l anything but the throbbing ache between her thighs.
She had her hands braced on the headboard behind her, legs spread as he closed the distance. His broad torso loomed in front of her, golden skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. It wasn’t particularly warm in her third-floor bedroom, nor had they exerted themselves much, but she felt just as hot as he was and her temperature only rose when he drifted his lips across her cheek and found her mouth.
But before he kissed her, he pulled back, looking into her eyes. “Kissing’s okay, right?”
At the same moment, he raised his hands to cup her breasts, swirling his thumbs over her nipples, and she barely managed to moan her assent before closing the distance and clasping her lips over his in a ravenous kiss.
Simon groaned into her mouth, parting and opening up, granting her entry as if acknowledging her dominance over him. She wished she could touch him again, but he’d pointed out the true weakness between them. She didn’t trust herself, or her dragon, not to lose it in the midst of pleasure. She’d heard too many stories of dragons accidentally marking their mates without realizing it.
Yet somehow she trusted him not to bite, and despite the desperate kiss he gave her in return, he was careful with his teeth. He pulled away with a rumbled comment. “I’d kiss you all fucking night, but you need more, don’t you, Midnight?”
A shiver coursed through her at her arena name and she nodded. “Don’t stop.”
“Not until you tell me to.” His gaze drifted down to her breasts still cupped in his palms. He lowered his head, pressed a kiss to her neck, then grazed his lips down her chest to capture one nipple. He sucked each for a few seconds before dropping to the bed.
His broad shoulders took some leveraging to fit between her legs and she had to shift positions until he lay comfortably on his back, her knees resting between his thick arms and his chest. He grasped her hips with both big hands and rose up, pulling her down to meet his mouth.
She gasped when his tongue flicked across the underside of her clit just once before he dropped back to the bed.
“Holy fuck, your pussy is beautiful from this angle. From any angle really, but especially this angle. Get down here. Use my mouth, Midnight. Fuck yourself on my tongue.”
She was too turned on to argue, to make him work for it, and she widened her stance and dropped her hips, lowering herself over his mouth. With a low growl, his lips captured her pussy in a rough, hungry kiss and he plunged his tongue deep, making her cry out in surprised pleasure.
“Oh fuck yes!” She held tight to the headboard behind her, using it to leverage herself atop him, to grind her pelvis over his mouth. He rumbled in approval as she began to move. Yet despite her desperate movements he kept up with her, suckling her clit and teasing her opening with his tongue with every tilt back and forth.
He had his legs bent, knees splayed wide, his thick cock jutting at an angle toward his navel and weeping at the tip. Astra’s mouth watered, his musky scent surrounding her. If her hands weren’t bound to the headboard, she’d happily suck him off. This really wasn’t fair, even though he was eagerly driving her to the brink with his tongue.
“Touch yourself,” she commanded, retreating from his mouth slightly to be sure he heard. He halted his hungry licks for just a second, then dropped a hand to his dick, fisting it hard.
“Like that?” he asked, his mouth brushing against her core.
She stared at his cock and swallowed. “Yeah. Make yourself come while you eat me.”
“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “I don’t know if I can focus on both.”
“I want you to come when I come,” she panted. “So either jerk off or fuck me.”
His hand stilled on his shaft and the other hand squeezing her hip relaxed and slid down her thigh. A zing of pleasure and awareness shot through her at what she’d just offered.
“I didn’t know that was an option. Are you sure about that, Midnight?”
Now was her chance to take it back, to come to her senses and tell him that she was sure it was the worst idea. But the aching pulse between her thighs said different.
“Yes,” she said, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Fuck me, Simon.”
He squeezed her hip, giving her pussy one more lingering lick before rolling out from beneath her and coming up to kneel in front of her. He reached for her hands to untie her and she shook her head.
“Leave me tied, please,” she said, hoping the quaver in her voice wasn’t noticeable. She was genuinely starting to like Simon, and if her dragon felt anything deeper, she didn’t trust herself not to subconsciously mate him just to fix her issue.
Simon’s brows twitched the tiniest bit but he didn’t comment. He merely nodded and dipped his head to kiss her. She arched into him, sighing against his mouth and reveling in the hard bulges of his muscles. Her attraction to him was an anomaly. She usually went for leaner men but then it hit her that what she usually went for were men who resembled Javin.
Simon was nothing like Javin. The revelation made her kiss him with increased fervor.
He slid his hands down her sides, cupping her ass and pulling her against him. He was far bigger than her so his cock pressed against her belly, nowhere close to where she needed. He pulled away and looked down at her.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Let go of the headboard.”
She did as he suggested, bringing her arms back over her head and relaxing them in front of her.
“Good.” He reached behind her and unwrapped the scarf from the finial, tossing the loose end over his shoulder so it trailed from her hands. “Now clasp your hands together.” He gripped her wrists and held her hands up in front of her face. She entwined her fingers, then looked up at him.
“Don’t let go and you’ll be fine. No risk of marking me accidentally.”
He slid his hands down her arms and lifted them up, hooking her hands behind his head. Then he settled on his haunches and cupped her ass, squeezing. “It’s all you now, Midnight,” he said with a hungry look.
Astra remained kneeling in front of him for a second, her knees bracketed by his. He regarded her with intense hazel eyes, his hands now at her back, stroking in gentle caresses she realized were meant to calm, to comfort, more than they were meant to arouse. But she wanted pleasure more than anything, and to return the pleasure to him too.
Leveraging her forearms against his shoulders, she lifted up and straddled him. His hands returned to her ass and he held on, guiding her down onto his thick cock. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her mouth falling open with the delicious stretch as he filled her. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder and groaned. “Fuck, Midnight. You feel amazing.”
“You too,” she breathed as she began to rock her hips on top of him.
“Kiss me,” he said through ragged breaths. “I don’t want to bite you. Need to keep my mouth busy.”
She tilted her head, seizing his offered mouth and groaning when he plunged his tongue in to tangle with hers, giving her a good dose of her own flavor. His fingers tightened on her ass, his grip guiding her with increasing speed on his cock, and he thrust up into her, meeting every buck of her hips. The sweet friction of his thick length pistoning in and out of her sent her into a frenzy of rough, needy pleas and she tore away from their kiss to beg him for more.
“Fuck me harder, Simon.”
He growled, his eyes turning gold in the dim lamplight and she was sure his animal had just risen to the surface. Her palms itched almost painfully and she was suddenly aware of that deeper consciousness within her watching, wanting, craving a bond with this man, but she’d craved a bond with another and that hadn’t exactly worked out for her. She knew better than to let her dragon follow through.
Simon slid a hand up her side and gripped the back of her elbow, lifting her arms off his shoulders. Then he pressed a hand to the center of her back and tilted her.
Astra relaxed against his supporting hold, gaze fixed on hi
s face as he lay her back, then gripped her hips, holding her tight against his pelvis as he slammed into her with fevered thrusts, the new angle pushing his cockhead straight against the magical bundle within her channel.
She let out an incoherent cry of pleasure, grasping the edge of the mattress above her head. She wanted to tell him more, but he already seemed to grasp what she needed, his pounding becoming frenzied. Yet somehow he still had the presence of mind to seek out her clit with his thumb. A fresh surge of molten heat flooded between her thighs. Simon grunted but kept teasing, kept fucking, their movements making lewd, wet smacking sounds, filling the room with the aroma of sex.
All of it sent Astra spinning higher until she cried out, “I’m coming! Oh fuck yes!”
She arched and bucked her hips against him, the ecstasy blasting through her in a sudden explosive wave. Simon let out a hitching groan when her core spasmed around him, clamping hard and releasing. His cock erupted inside her and he grabbed both her hips to hold her tight against him as he came. They stilled, panting hard with their exertion, and he held her tight against him, both their bodies still trembling with the pleasure for several more minutes.
His hard cock still stretched her, the orgasm having done nothing to quell his arousal. When the spasms finally subsided, he pulled back and pushed in slowly once more.
“Fuck, I think I could go again right now,” he said, his wide-eyed gaze fixed on where they were joined.
Astra tightened her thighs around him and sat up, slinging her hands behind his head again and seating herself solidly on his dick. She sighed and smiled. “Me too, but we’re probably playing with fire if we keep going. Not to mention how pissed our babysitter’s going to be when he finds out.”
Simon sighed and hugged her close, burying his face against her neck. His lips grazed the juncture of her shoulder, a zing of fresh desire shooting between her thighs.
Sex had never felt so good before, but she didn’t want to examine that fact too closely. It had been a really long time since she’d had a fuck buddy. She’d probably just forgotten what it felt like. Not to mention they were both a little desperate for tenderness.