I laughed at the amount of control he was able to hold on to.
Smiling inwardly, I started to lick his cock like a melting ice cream cone.
One lick up one side, curve around the top, and back down the other.
Round and round I went, sucking, licking, and tasting all that was Ian.
Before long, his hands were fisted so hard that I could hear his knuckles cracking with each downward lick.
“Take me into your mouth!” he demanded hoarsely.
I hummed in approval, and finally took him fully down my throat. So fucking deep that my throat felt like it was stretched to its limits.
“Ah, God,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
I pulled my mouth off of him and sat up to my knees.
The moment I was free of him, he pounced, hitting me bodily and throwing me back onto the bed.
“Lay there. Stay still.”
I did as asked, not because I wanted to, but because he made me.
One hand flat on my chest to keep me down, he threw up the nightgown I’d slipped into before bed, and with one hard, quick wrench, tore my panties off my legs.
The loud riiiiip had me gasping in surprise as my entire body was jolted from the move.
My unbound breasts jiggled beneath my nightgown, and my entire body was pulled down the bed multiple inches with the force of his movement.
The moment I was bare to his gaze, he bent down and took one long inhale of my nether regions before he started to feast.
At first, he started out slow.
Tiny, gentle licks all around my clit at first before he’d relent and suck it into his mouth only to go back to teasing me with his tongue.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I breathed, my hands going to his hair.
“Nuh-uh,” he ordered. “No hands. Just me and your pussy.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Partly because he was giving me the best cunnilingus of my life. I’d never experienced better.
The other reason I couldn’t argue was due to the fact that the second his finger breached my entrance, I lost my ability to breathe, and with it, speak.
I’d just decided that I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and was on the verge of telling him to get up and fuck me, when he seemed to read my mind and his mouth left my pussy.
His large cock met the apex of my thighs, and he ground his hips down into me.
The moment my body met his, my mind started to run away with itself. Should we do this? What would happen if we did, and he changed? What if he thought that by having me once he owned me?
“Sure you’re ready for what this is going to do to us?” he asked, reading my second thoughts.
I licked my lips, my eyes studying the seriousness in his eyes, and I nodded.
“Ready. So freakin’ ready it’s not even funny,” I moaned, pressing my hips up to urge him inside.
He took the hint and withdrew his hips, letting his cock drag along the lips of my sex until the head rested against the entrance to my pussy.
And with infinite slowness, he parted my lips with that massive beast, and slowly sank inside until he could go no further.
I looked down and saw that not all of his cock was inside of me, and my bugged-out eyes shot up to his.
“We’ll get there,” he said, reading my thoughts or maybe just my expression. I didn’t know. All I knew was that he was inside—mostly—of me, and it felt like heaven when he suddenly flipped to his back taking me with him.
“Ride me,” he ordered as I continued to clench and unclench around him, trying in vain to make myself get used to the invasion.
“I don’t think I can,” I whispered, raising up a fraction and sinking back down on him.
Over and over again, I lifted up a bit more and then sank back down on him.
I did that for maybe a minute or two before Ian lost patience with my lack of movement, and then roughly took hold of my hips.
All of his patience disintegrated, and he yanked me down so hard that I was forced to take him all.
Every. Single. Delicious. Inch.
One second an orgasm unlike any I’d had before was building, and the next I was exploding in a blissful climax that rocked me to the core.
It slammed into me so hard—almost as hard as Ian’s cock—that I lost all remaining breath in my body.
He quickly flipped us over, my back pressing into the mattress as my knees pulled up reflexively to push myself away from such unbelievable pleasure. But just like with everything else, he made me feel and didn’t let me retreat.
He took my legs and placed them against his chest, my feet up by his ears, as he continued to pound into me.
Then, with his ungodly amount of strength, he lifted and pushed me down onto his length, filling me so full of him that my orgasm turned into something otherworldly.
I bit my lip to hold back my scream, but the move was in vain.
Most assuredly.
The backs of my legs hitting his belly and chest made a sharp smacking sound, spurring him on. Spurring me on.
“Jesus Christ,” Ian hissed, the veins in his neck standing out as he pushed us both harder, farther into the depths of this hereto unknown pleasure.
He was so deep inside of me that I couldn’t tell whether I was feeling pleasure or pain, but at that moment in time I wasn’t sure that I cared.
Tomorrow, maybe I’d care.
But right now…well, right now I was so high on all that was Ian that I didn’t think anything would matter tomorrow.
Only the now mattered.
The way he was making me feel.
The way I was making him feel.
I could feel exactly what I was doing to him, too.
The more I concentrated on him, the more I realized that we were feeding off each other.
He was getting harder by knowing the feel of him inside of me was getting me off.
I was getting slicker, allowing more than I ever would’ve allowed any other man to take, and that was all because of that connection.
My head started to lull as another orgasm started to rise through me.
My spine started to tingle, and my breath caught in my lungs.
Ian’s body stiffened over mine, and I tried to pull my legs back to gain the momentum I needed to push myself over the edge.
I shouldn’t have bothered.
Ian knew exactly what I needed.
Pinned beneath him, surrounded by him, his hips powered into mine.
His cock so hard and thick filled me up so well that I didn’t want him to ever leave.
“Oh, my God,” I breathed. “Please.”
Ian’s eyes, so fucking perfect I could barely stand to look at them, held mine.
And we both fell.
Something happened then. Something so profound that I knew I would never be the same.
Every single thing that had ever happened to me, that I’d ever participated in or felt was given to him in that moment.
And I received the same from him in return.
His hopes. His dreams. His desires. His everything. I now knew everything.
Our eyes locked, our gazes held, and we fell. Hopelessly, irrevocably and madly.
He knew everything there was to know, and he smiled.
“I was your first in a long time!” I whispered once we both came down.
He blinked, then grinned.
“You’re so smooth! How the hell does that even work? I was a nervous wreck, and you’re like an iron statue. Hells bells, Ian!” I exclaimed.
He was so sure of himself, so confident. Everything that I wasn’t.
“I was waiting for you,” he said, dropping his face down so he could place a small kiss on the corner of my mouth before he pulled away from me.
Horror flooded through me as I realized we didn’t use a condom.
“We didn’t use a condom!” I cried. “Oh, my God.”
“I’m fixed
,” he muttered. “No worries there.”
My brows furrowed.
“You’re fixed?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Why?” I asked. “Why on Earth would you get ‘fixed?’”
He looked at me like I wasn’t seeing the whole picture.
“Search for it,” he muttered.
Then he left, leaving me there to wonder what in the hell I’d just said to garner that kind of reaction from him.
Surely he didn’t really think that he was unworthy like I was reading from him.
Surely.
Right?
Wrong.
That was exactly what he believed, very strongly in fact, and it was something that I realized much too late.
Chapter 10
If I had a Taser, I’d probably get curious and Taser myself…and that’s why I don’t have a taser.
-Fact of Life
Wink
I walked out of the bedroom eight hours later, searching for Ian for the tenth time that day.
I didn’t know what I expected.
I’d gone through every room in his four-bedroom mini-mansion and hadn’t found him yet.
Then I’d gone outside, played with a trio of blue dragons—dragons that Ian assured me weren’t normally there, and it had to have been because they had come to see me—with really disconcerting eyes, and then I’d gone back inside. After sitting on my ass watching Seinfeld re-runs for over two hours, I’d finally gotten up to clean.
When I was done cleaning, I’d picked up my camera, which had magically appeared the other day in one of the spare bedrooms, along with all my other belongings, and walked outside to explore.
After taking a few hundred photos, I started to make my way back into Ian’s house only to stop when I saw Keifer and Ian in the woods just beyond Ian’s backyard.
I raised my camera and started taking photos of the two of them, knowing damn well and good that Ian knew I was there.
My focus, at first, had been the two of them, but then my camera lens took on a life of its own and focused in on Ian.
His eyes. The part of his lips. The slant of his eyes. The silver that streaked through his hair. His tattoo.
The same one that was on my neck.
Although his tattoo was more dainty in appearance. More like my hand than the one on my neck that looked like his.
Once I’d taken so many pictures that I knew I would have a hard time sorting through them all, I finally broke cover and walked out into the open.
Keifer saw me immediately and his eyes did something funny.
They filled with sorrow.
“Wink,” Keifer said in a deeply grating voice. “I would like to apologize.”
“For what?” I asked him absently as I made my way to Ian’s side.
Ian stiffened when I wrapped my arms around his. Clearly, he wasn’t over whatever the hell he’d gotten stuck up his ass today. It was obvious that I had my work cut out for me when Keifer left.
I smoothed my hand up Ian’s strong arm, my fingers splaying against the soft skin of his inner arm.
“…for whatever harm I caused you after hitting Ian. It was never my intention to harm you in any way,” Keifer was explaining.
My eyes moved from Ian’s arm to Keifer’s face.
“You meant Ian harm,” I said.
Keifer winced.
“I’d received bad news,” he explained.
I raised my eyebrow at him. “And that gives you the right to hit him because you didn’t like what he had to say?”
Keifer scowled.
“He said my son isn’t my son,” Keifer growled, upset all over again.
“No,” Ian interrupted. “If you’d have let me finish, I would’ve told you that your son wasn’t your son when he’s in that state where he’s giving that vacant stare to you like he was doing when I walked into the room.”
Keifer’s eyes crinkled at the edges.
“What are you talking about?” Confusion was written all over Keifer’s face, but I couldn’t say I blamed him for feeling that way.
I was confused as well.
Ian took pity on us and gestured for us to follow him into the house.
I went without thinking about it, taking Ian’s hand like it was the most normal thing in the world to do.
Keifer, however, stayed well back, keeping as much distance as possible between us without actually following so far behind that it became rude.
The moment we entered the kitchen, I walked to the coffee pot.
Ian had one of those old-time ones that you actually had to use a filter with coffee grounds.
Without much thinking about it, I made coffee like I did it every day, wondering if that would be my new normal.
I had missed two of my appointments in the last two days, and I’d miss one tonight as well, unless I could convince Ian to take me to it.
Something I hadn’t thought he’d go for, so I didn’t bother to ask.
“What?” Ian asked, sounding annoyed at something.
I turned to see Keifer staring around him in awe.
“I’ve never been inside here before,” Keifer said. “It’s nice.”
Ian hummed, but otherwise didn’t comment.
“You haven’t asked to come over,” I guessed. “Otherwise he would’ve allowed you entrance.”
Keifer’s lips pursed, and I turned back to the coffee, watching as it filled the last few drops.
“Let me see your phone,” Ian ordered.
I turned to see Keifer handing him his phone, and I reached to the drying rack next to the sink and snagged three coffee cups, placing each on the counter in front of the coffee pot before filling each up three quarters of the way.
I filled mine and Ian’s up, fixing it with milk and two sugars like we both liked.
Keifer’s I left plain, setting the ceramic mug in front of him.
He nodded his thanks, and I moved to Ian, placing his at his elbow and leaning over his shoulder to look at what he was doing.
Pictures.
He was looking at pictures.
He was flipping through them so fast at first I was wondering if he was even looking at them. Then he got to one of a baby, one of the twins, and stopped. He flipped back to the one before it, switched back to the previous, and did it a few more times with the pictures before it before setting the phone down on the counter.
“Look at these two pictures,” Ian instructed.
Keifer leaned over, pushing his coffee up so he could get closer, and studied the two pictures.
“What’s wrong with it?” he questioned.
“Look at his eyes. The left one in particular.”
“There’s a light,” I said, studying it right along with Keifer. “There’s a light in one, and there’s not one in the second picture, right?”
Ian nodded.
“That’s right.”
“What are you saying?” Keifer asked. “Is he possessed or something?”
“No,” Ian said, shaking his head. “He’s gone. In the first picture, the one with the light behind his eye, he’s there. His soul is there.” He flipped to the next photo. “In this one, his soul is gone.”
“Where’d he go?” Keifer asked, his voice rising with worry.
“Your daughter can dream walk,” Ian sat back in his chair. “Your son doesn’t need his dreams. He can walk whenever he wants and he’s aware and cognizant when he’s doing it.”
Keifer blinked right along with me.
“Should a baby as young as these children have such special powers?” I asked no one in particular.
Keifer and Ian shook their heads simultaneously.
“No,” Ian answered. “Girls don’t have any powers unless mated to a dragon rider. For Grace to have them, that’s unusual in and of itself. Dragon riders normally get their powers around eighteen to twenty-one years of age. For Reed to already be experiencing
powers as potently as he is, it means that he could be the most dominant dragon rider in the world.”
“And the one and only thing people will kill to have in their employ,” Keifer said, his eyes far away and haunted.
“Nobody’s going to get Reed, Keifer,” Ian promised. “Not just me, but the entire fucking dragon rider army will make sure of it. They’d have to get through not just you, but me, your mate. Nikolai, his mate. It’d be a bloodbath, and not one anyone could win, even Joseph.”
“Who’s Joseph?” I asked.
“Joseph was the man who killed my father and nearly killed Blythe and me when we first mated,” Keifer explained, taking a seat on the barstool in front of the bar. His eyes were far away, and I knew that wherever he was at, it wasn’t a good place to be.
“Do you want anything else to drink, Keifer?” I asked him.
Keifer’s eyes snapped to me, and he shook his head.
“No, I’m not thirsty,” he replied.
His stomach chose that time to growl its hunger, and I smiled.
“How about some eggs and bacon?”
He gave me a small smile, and I took that as my cue to feed him.
“How do you like your eggs, Keifer?” I asked.
“Over easy,” he responded, his eyes going from me to Ian and back again.
Ian hid his grin and turned to the fridge, removing the eggs as well as a massive package of bacon.
“How much of this should I cook?” I asked him as he handed the package to me.
“All of it.”
I blinked.
“What?” I asked.
“All of it,” he repeated. “I want you to cook all of it.”
“There’s no way in hell y’all can eat all of this bacon,” I informed him haughtily.
He grinned at me.
“Watch us.”
Twenty minutes later, I realized that they could, indeed, eat sixty pieces of bacon between the two of them.
Holy fucking shit.
Chapter 11
Dear life, whatever motherfucker. Whatever.
-Ian
Ian
I arrived home after walking Keifer to the property line to find the kitchen clean. Clean for the second time that day.
Wink.
Bathroom, her beautiful voice rolled through my mind. Will you bring me a washcloth?
Wondering why in the hell she’d need a washcloth, I grabbed a stack of them out of the linen closet before heading her way.
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