by Tara Starr
I know she can feel me as much as I can feel her. I’m pretty sure she knew the moment I walked out of my room to head on over here. My intension is to watch her from a far all night like I always did when we were younger.
It looks like she has other plans because she excuses herself from the group and approaches me. The music changes to something more jovial. The lights go dim.
“Care to dance?” she asks, a mischievous smile on her face.
“Let’s dance.” I reach out for her hand.
Thirty-Three
Ivy
I haven’t seen Logan all day, yet I’ve been keenly aware of him. Of his presence in and around the fortress. We’re like two heavenly bodies orbiting one another.
No matter how much I wanted to find him, see him, speak to him, some task or another gets in the way. After I left my parents, I’m whisked away by council members and asked a myriad of questions. I tell them everything about the battle and my harnessing of the powers from the mountain’s heart until I’m blue in the face.
When they finally let me go, the party is about to begin. I only have time to shower and get dressed. I know how much liked seeing me in a dress, so even though I know the soldiers will feel uncomfortable seeing their general in something so feminine, I pick out something that I think Logan will love me in.
It’s my intension to have him remove the dress from my skin by the end of the night. Which is why I don’t even bother with underwear. Why add an extra layer when we could get right to the pleasure of touching each other.
I feel him the moment he steps into the ballroom. It’s an unseen force that brings us together. It’s a tingle that runs down my spine.
The instant his eyes are on me, goosebumps manifest along my arms and legs. My pussy is wet for him already. Yet how would it look if we leave the party immediately.
My parents gave us their blessing. Not that I needed it. I will have whoever I want. It just so happens that the person I want is heart-bonded to me. I consider that a bonus.
He doesn’t come any closer. He wants to look at me from a far all night. I can’t have that. I want him with me now.
I excuse myself from the group that has been monopolizing my attention. I head straight for him, ignoring anyone else who wants my attention. A whole day without seeing him is more than I can bare.
My eyes hungrily caress every part of his body. It’s a shame I will have to rip that sweater off his body later. It looks quite expensive and highlights his muscular frame. All I want is to run my tongue over his flesh until I taste his cum in my mouth.
I see the hunger in his eyes as well. Invisible sparks fly between us and connect. We are like magnets with reverse polarities so we can’t help but collide eventually.
I invite him to dance and he holds me in his arms while we’re on the dance floor. Some men whisper sweet nothings into their women’s ears. Logan—he’s different. He tells me about having the fire clan on the run. They’ve left LA and retreated to Las Vegas. If that isn’t the most erotic thing then I don’t know what is.
“I want you inside me,” I tell him. “I’ve been made to wait too long.”
He runs his hand up my thigh, not caring who sees us. I’m sure he smells my arousal as I do his. He grins that sexy movement of his lips that drives me crazy.
“Your room or mine?” he asks.
“Mine, of course. It’s bigger.”
“That’s what she said.”
They say laughter is the best aphrodisiac. Well, I throw my head back and laugh. Still in his arms, swaying to the music.
We slip away without anyone being the wiser. Of course, I’d like to tell myself that. We just left a room full of dragons with acute senses of smell. They know that we’re up to.
And. I. Don’t. Care.
Let them think what that want. I’m getting fucked tonight and no one can stop me. Let them have their party. We’ll have our own.
Like a gentleman, he opens my door for me. Not that I need him to do those things, but it does seem like a nice touch. As soon as he closes the door behind us, he starts to kiss me, softly, sweetly, tugging at my lips with his.
I will have none of that. I deepen the kiss immediately, almost crushing my lips against his. He cups my breast, brushes the nipple with his thumb through my dress. He groans.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” he says against my starving mouth.
“I’m not wearing panties either.” I take his hand and bring it to my wet pussy.
“Fuck, Ivy.”
“That’s the plan.”
He bites my top lip, sucks it. Tugs at my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. My back arches toward him, aching for more of his touch.
Before I know it, he drops to his knees. My head thuds against the door, ice pulsing through my blood from the point where his tongue starts driving me mad. I lift one leg and hook it against his shoulder to give him better access.
My calf flexes against his back, urging him closer, my hands cupping his head to hold him still as I rocked into him. Feeling the satin strands of his hair against my sensitive inner thigh is its own provocation, heightening my awareness of his tongue on my pussy.
He drives that naughty tongue inside me, setting off a shattering moan. In that moment, I’m his instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touches me right, I make the most glorious sounds. What comes from my throat is raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plunders me with his tongue.
I grab his hair, yanking and pulling him closer. He thrusts one finger inside me, crooking it and hitting me in the spot that turns my moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. I shudder against him, my legs quaking, and when he finally slows to look up at me, I know he sees what he’s done to me. No one has that kind of power over me except him.
He stands, but he doesn’t remove his fingers inside of me. Instead, he continues his ministrations, working me up once again so soon after my first release. He tears the bodice of my dress to get at my breast.
“Dragon gods, Logan,” I say, pleading him for something that I have no clue how to ask for since my mind is shattering into pieces.
I arch against him when he moves to my other breast. His two fingers work inside me. His mouth lavishes my breasts with attention.
His thumb rubs around my clit and my eyes roll back into my head. So close. The strength of what is building is staggering. Mind-blowing. My body is going to disintegrate into tiny pieces. If he stops at any point, there will be nothing left of me. I come with a groan, every muscle drawn taut. It’s almost too much. Almost.
He slips his lips against mine once before opening my mouth with his tongue. I moan and pull his body tightly against me. I kiss him in a way I never thought possible, my hips moving against him, knowing I need more.
I push him back and tug off his sweater, baring his chest to me. Without my having to ask, he toes off his shoes and removes his pants. I discard the remains of my dress. Then I take his hand and bring him to my bed.
I climb onto the mattress and he soon follows after me. Logan settles himself between my legs. I cradle his hips with my thighs. He enters me in one smooth stroke. Absolutely nothing in this world feels as good as the sensation of him slowly sliding into me.
“I love you,” he says, pumping into me.
“There you go again, stealing my lines.” I lift my hips to meet his thrusts.
He places on hand on my breast while the other grips my ass. He doesn’t slow down, giving me full, hard thrusts, my breasts bouncing. The sudden, delicious sense that Logan is mine fills me with as much force and speed as his hard cock.
As his thrusts gain a steady tempo, I bring my hands to his pecs, his nipples, down his abs, clamping my legs around his waist, driving him further into me until our sweat-slick bodies are sliding together.
“I’m close,” I say, remembering the night I first rode his magnificent cock. My insides ignite at the thought of having him for the rest of our lives. He’s
all mine and no one else’s.
Thirty-Four
Logan
Watching Ivy come is a glorious sight. Her eyes dilate to the point that all the blue is swallowed up by her pupil. Then her skin flushes a beautiful soft pink.
My favorite part will have to be her face. Her mouth opens and she throws back her head. The moan that comes out of her sounds pleading, but it’s not.
Her inner walls squeeze my rigid cock, milking me for what I’m worth. With all the strength and self-control I can muster, I keep myself from orgasming with her. I remain hard inside her even when she comes down from her high.
She looks up at me in bewilderment. “You didn’t—”
I kiss her, cutting off what she’s about to say. Then I speak against her lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Her grin is positively lascivious. I bring her hands up until they are above her head. Then my face hovers inches from hers.
“Call your dragon to the surface,” I tell her.
“What?” Confusion changes her expression.
“Just call her to the surface.” I call mine and show her with my eyes. “Trust me.”
She closes her eyes for a second. When she opens them again, I can see her dragon there. Scales actually show along her ribcage. It’s so beautiful to behold.
“Now, keep your arms above your head,” I command. “Under no circumstances do you bring them down.”
“Or what?” she challenges.
I’m prepared for her pushback. That’s just how she is. She challenges authority what she’s not the one in charge. It’s the alpha dragon in her.
“Or I stop.” I push a little deeper into her so she feels that I’m still inside her.
She gasps. Her eyes flutter closed. My dragon grunts and hers moans.
“Do your worst,” she says as a way to take back some modicum of control.
I give her that. I know that the only way that Ivy will feel safe is if she thinks she’s in charge. What I don’t tell her is that I’m the one with the power here at the moment.
When I know that she will follow what I asked, I lift up and sit on my haunches. My thighs slide beneath her ass cheeks. It changes the angle of my penetration and I have full view of the rest of her.
I bring her legs up until the backs of her knees are on my shoulders. I hold on to her creamy thighs. She looks me in the eye. Her dragon does as well.
I begin to move. Sliding out in one slow strong and slamming back in fast and hard. Her beautiful round breast bounce with the movement. At the same time, she lets out a grunt that’s music to my ears.
I repeat the movement. One slow slide out until my tip is almost free of her entrance then I slam back in. This time her grunt is a lovely yell.
“Logan,” she sighs out my name. “Faster.”
I ignore her words and do the same thing again. And again. And again.
I love to watch her breasts bounce with each movement of my hips. In this position, no matter how hard she tries, she cannot force me to move faster. I’m in control.
Only when I see the potential of murder in her eyes do I increase my pace. By the way she moans, I know that the head of my cock brushes against her sweet spot. She stretches her arms all the way in languid ecstasy.
My thrusting gets harder and harder. At some point, what I’m waiting for finally happens. My dragon takes over. Her dragon does too.
He pulls out completely, turns Ivy around so she’s on her front. Then he pulls up her hips so she’s ass up. Then he takes my cock and slams it back into her entrance.
Ivy arches her back at the strength of our penetration. My dragon leans forward and bites her shoulder. She hisses, but not in pain.
He continues to slam into her. Over and over again. They groan and grunt at the same time until Ivy yells and he releases her shoulder.
All four of us come at the same time. Ivy stretches forward as her dragon receded and I rest against my forearms to keep from crushing her beneath my weight. My dragon recedes as well.
When it’s just the two of us again, I roll over to my side. Ivy rolls too until she’s resting against my chest. Like before, she hooks her leg over my torso. It’s an act of claiming that I welcome wholeheartedly.
We pant in silence, waiting for our heartbeats to return to normal. To have her in such a way is a privilege. To know that she will always be mine is an honor.
When she stretches, her entire body rubs against mine. I moan in the pleasure of it. I love the way her breasts feel against my bare skin. Her nipples hard and wanting. I want to play with them, but I need to catch my strength first.
“My parents gave us their blessing,” she says, in a quiet, content tone.
“Then I will have to meet with your father tomorrow,” I say, looking up at the ceiling, a stupid grin on my face.
“And why is that?”
“So that I can ask him for your hand in marriage.”
She leans up so she’s looking down at me. “You don’t need to do that. You can just ask me now.”
I shake my head. “There’s a protocol that we have to follow with these things.”
“Just ask me now.” She smacks my chest.
“No. Not until I get your father’s permission.”
“But they already did.”
I can hear the pout in her tone. “There blessing to our union, yes, but not their permission to marry. I will secure it tomorrow and ask you then.”
She sighs in defeat. “Fine. Go talk to my father then. I almost want him to say no just to teach you a lesson.”
I chuckle.
“You only came once,” she says after a long moment. “And I did three times. That seems unfair.”
“It’s not a competition, my love.”
“But we need to remedy that.” She reaches between us until her hand is on my cock. With a few rubs, I’m hard again beneath her palm. “See, looks like you’re still up for more.”
“When it comes to you? I’m always up for more.”
“Well, come on then. Sit at the end of the bed.”
I do as she asks as she gets on her knees on the floor. At first, I think she’s about to go down on me. I’m always down for a good blowjob.
Instead, she surprises me by placing my hard cock between her lovely round breasts. She presses the mounds together and begins rubbing my cock up and down. I’m so turned on by the sight of her servicing my manhood with her breasts that I could have come right there and then.
She increases her strokes as I clutch at the sheets. When she reaches my tip, she brings down her tongue and licks it. That move causes electricity to shoot down my spine. My hips jerk to meet her strokes.
Looking me in the eyes, she increases her rhythm as I move my hips to match hers. I love the friction that her valley between her breasts gives my cock. I grit my teeth.
“I’m coming,” I say.
“Let me taste that cum,” she replies.
The second I feel my release, Ivy covers my cock with her mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever come as hard as I do. She takes me deep, all the way to the back of her throat.
Sucking as hard as she can, she drinks ever last drop. I place my hand at the back of her head and begin to thrust over and over again in her pretty mouth. She moves her tongue and gives me some teeth. I feel like I’ll explode all over.
When the last of my orgasm releases into her mouth, she swallows. Then she slides her mouth up my mouth and one last sucking motion until she releases me fully. She licks her lips.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you all night,” she says, the general of the greatest army in all of dragon kind.
I’m the only one she’s willing to do that too and it’s a kind of power that I do not ever wish to relinquish. “How did I ever get so lucky?”
Thirty-Five
Ivy
Today isn’t just any other board meeting. Today we divvy up the resources and decide how to spend that money wisely. There are also several other matters to discuss
, which means this meeting is going to take longer than once of my mother’s lectures on why I should wear more dresses.
We’re a couple of months out from the battle that finally broke out tether to the fire clan. They are off licking their wounds and aren’t looking our way anymore. I’ve hung up my sword—for now—and joined Logan in building that empire he told me about.
We really did work well together when we set aside out differences. Of course, there’s still the occasional disagreements, but the make up sex afterward makes up for the shouting match. I never thought of Logan as an animal in the bedroom, but I welcome each and every bit of it.
He sparks something in me that I equally spark in him. Together we become an icy hot flame that no one can tame. Not even those fire clan bastards.
“Are you ready?” Logan asks as he steps up beside me.
We haven’t entered the board room yet. Everyone else is already in there. I waited outside while Logan finished a call in his office. We turned one of our factories into a printing press and it’s in need of a new printing machine. We’ve been at it with the dealers all morning.
“Did we get the machine?” I ask, knowing that we can’t start taking new orders for printing if we don’t get that part.
“At thirty percent lower than the asking price,” Logan gloats. “It will be delivered within the week.”
“You’re so hot when you close a deal,” I say, eyeing him like he’s a thick steak I can’t wait to devour. I always get horny before these meetings. It also might be the tiny dragon growing inside of me.
No one knows yet that we’re expecting. And by no one, I mean my parents know, but no one else. I’m still training the army any chance I get. If they knew I was with child they will get all soft and gushy around me. Have you ever seen a bunch of grown ass men fawn over a pregnant dragon? I’ll shield you from that image.