by Ginna Moran
“No more touching me,” I whisper against his lips. “You’re mine right now to do with as I please.”
He grins at my words and pinches my ass. “You really want to torture me.”
I adjust myself between his legs and tug at his pants. “I don’t exactly consider this torture.”
Lifting his hips, Rowan helps me pull his pants off until he lies naked before me. I kneel between his legs, roving my eyes over his muscular body, memorizing every inch of him the best I can. And hell is his dick huge. I have no idea how I’m going to take it into my mouth without going throat deep, but damn it I am determined to try.
Rowan grabs his cock and strokes his hand over his throbbing shaft a few times, never taking his eyes off me. I slide my hands through my hair and push it over my shoulders. Slowly finishing unbuttoning my jumpsuit, I shrug out of it to expose myself to him. He licks his lips, fire lighting his eyes. He continues to pleasure himself while he waits to see what I do next.
“You’re so beautiful, Nova. Sexy. You taste amazing,” he murmurs, extending his hand to me to see if I’ll come closer.
“I want to taste you too,” I say, digging my fingers into his thighs.
He hums and nods. “I’d love that. But turn around first. I want to enjoy you.”
I wag my finger at him and shake my head. “I said no touching me yet.”
Bending down, I smile up at him as I slowly graze my tongue over his smooth shaft, watching his face for a reaction. His bottom lip puffs with his breath, and he closes his eyes in pleasure as I hold his cock in place with my hand and lick my way up to his tip.
I suck him into my mouth, taking a deep breath as I go down as far as possible. Rowan moans at the sensation of my mouth, combing his fingers through my hair to pull it out of the way. He doesn’t guide me, but cradles my head with my movements. I roll my tongue on the bottom side, adding more suction with my mouth. The taste of him turns me on, his excitement building to tease me as I work him over. Sucking him off is far better than I’ve ever experienced with a man from the Mortal World. It’s the strangest thing to be surprised with sweetness rather than saltiness. And the way his hands travel across my body to cup my breast? I fucking love it.
He wants so badly to touch me and taste me, I can nearly feel his desire rushing over my very soul. I’ve never experienced a need like it. It’s like he can’t enjoy himself completely unless he returns the pleasure. And I suddenly crave to give in to him. To enjoy everything he has to offer.
Like he reads my mind, Rowan touches my chin, getting me to look up at him. He gently guides me closer to brush his lips to mine, pulling me back on top of him in the process. Hooking his hands around my hips, he doesn’t let me turn around and instead drags me to his face, rushing right into kissing my clit without teasing me.
A moan escapes my lips, and I brace myself on the wall, his bed lacking a headboard. I scratch my nails into the white paint as he sucks and twirls his tongue in such a way that makes my legs shake. My body warms, every inch of me blooming with pleasure. I can feel it from my toes to my fingers and zinging in my middle. I gasp and pant, squirming so much that Rowan squeezes my thighs to hold me still. An orgasm builds in my body, sending a shudder quaking through me as I tense, my muscles seizing and humming and begging for the feeling never to end.
“I want more,” I gasp, sliding myself down his body as he slows. “I want you inside me.”
He releases a playful growl and tries to roll over, but I lean forward and lock my fingers with his, pinning him in place. He could easily outmatch me and use his crazy strength to take over. His eyes flash with orange fire like he considers it. The only thing that stops him is that I roll my hips, sliding my wetness along the length of his dick, teasing him like crazy until I’m ready to let him in.
Aligning his body to mine, I only allow him to sink into me a few inches as I straddle him on my knees. He moans, arching his back in an attempt to feel more of me, and I lean away, tipping my head back while bracing my hands on his thighs. Rolling my hips, I thrust myself against him, the pressure from his thick girth making me gasp again. My body molds perfectly around his, each rocking movement of my body feeling more intense, hotter, crazy-fucking-amazing than the last.
“I want you to be mine,” Rowan says, arching up to sit and face me. He kisses me passionately, rubbing his big, warm hands down my back to hold me by my ass, guiding me in a rhythm that sends an explosion of ecstasy to my bones. “I need you to accept it. You belong to me as I belong to you. I won’t let any other clan have you. I will prove I’m worthy.”
I hum my agreement under my breath, my mind cloudy with lust and need and something feral and deep-seated like my soul awakens with Rowan’s words. A strange whirlwind of foreign emotions crashes over me, and I gasp and moan, the arising pleasure more intense than I ever knew possible. And I think it belongs to Rowan, his very being merging with mine, entangling our souls with the connection of our bodies.
“You’re mine, Delphia. You’re my intended. You’re what will save the Dreki Clan by strengthening us.” Rowan uses my real name, and it sounds so utterly sexy coming from him that I’m nearly certain I’d agree to anything. “Mine.”
“I’m yours,” I manage to gasp, riding him harder and faster, my whole body warming with another orgasm.
Rowan smiles and kisses me deeper, moaning and panting with my bursting screams of pleasure. My muscles tense with my orgasm, and he pulls me to him, thrusting into me a few more times until he grunts with his release. Rolling me over, he nestles his hips between my legs without pulling out. His weight presses me into the bed, and he combs my hair from my face to kiss me a dozen more times like he can’t get enough of my affection.
“You’re everything I ever imagined in our mate,” Rowan murmurs, shifting off me only to lie close to pull me into his arms. “I need to know everything about you. I want to understand why you’ve been away so long. Why you were taken from our home.”
If only I could answer his questions. There’s so much about my life that I don’t understand. And the people who raised me? Fuck. Who were they? I’m afraid I’ll never find out. It was me who left them after all. I didn’t give them much of a choice. I wanted a life without the constant reminder of my parents’ deaths, and Galaxy Gold and the Sky Dancers gave me the opportunity. So I left, leaving only a note behind.
I trace my finger in a circle on his chest. “I wish I knew, but I’ve told you everything.”
“Except your Magaelorum name.” Rowan sits up on his elbow. “You said you changed it, so you knew your identity before.” It’s not a question. “What is your dragon clan name?”
I crinkle my nose.
“Your last name.”
Damn. A part of me is afraid to say it. Quillon’s warning pops to the front of my mind. I swallow my nerves and shift to meet his gaze. His eyes search mine as he reaches up and caresses his fingers over my cheek.
“I already know it, doe eyes,” he says, “but I want you to tell me. I need confirmation.”
“And if I don’t? You know, rumor has it that the Drekis are at war with...my people?” I don’t even know what to call those who apparently share my bloodline. “How do I know you won’t murder me?”
“Because you’re the woman who will bear my children.” He smirks with his words. “And we’ll have lots of them.”
Ah, hell. I flop back and snatch the pillow from him to smother my face with it. His matter of fact tone digs into me. I mean, come the fuck on. He’s crazy to think that I’ll just agree to have his babies after so few days.
“We will not,” I say, poking his chest. “Not as long as I’m in this place.”
He groans and rolls back on top of me. “Are you sure?”
I play-smack his shoulders. “You obviously never want to have sex with me again, now do you?”
Sinking his weight on me, he leans in and kisses me, testing my body with his hard cock to see if I’ll let him proceed. I dig my nails into h
is back, kissing him harder, pushing away the possible consequences of letting him have his way over and over again—but it’s my way too.
Neither of us gets the chance to go at it again. The door to Rowan’s suite flings open, and Maddox and Kash come waltzing in, unfazed by the fact that I’m in bed with their brother. Maddox quietly clicks the door closed and struts forward, his eyes meeting mine with firelight. Kash licks his lips, devouring me with his own heated gaze.
A groan escapes my lips as Rowan rolls off me. Because damn. I’m torn between wanting to ignore Maddox and Kash to let Rowan continue, but a strange part of me yearns to ask them to join. Whoa. My body is crazy to think I could survive being ravished by these sexy dragon men.
“Get dressed, Delphia. Rowan.” Maddox’s words slice right through my wandering imagination.
Rowan growls and pulls me closer. “Can’t you see that our mate needs more attention?”
Grabbing the blankets, Maddox rips them away. I screech and scramble off the bed, nearly eating shit in the process. Kash catches me, pulling me into his arms to bury his face in my cleavage, inhaling a deep breath of my scent.
“Another hour won’t matter,” Kash says, teasing me with his mouth. “Our mate is ready for more. Just smell how good her scent is.” He grins and carries me with him as he holds out his fist to Rowan. “Nice job, brother.”
“The hell it won’t.” Maddox closes the space to me and Kash and sandwiches me between their bodies. Ah hell. I tip my head back and rest it on Maddox’s shoulder. He surprises me by brushing his lips to my temple, but he doesn’t look at me. “She is the last Drakovich female. We need her to confront the lycan and get the information we want.”
“The lycan?” I ask, bonking my head a few times so Maddox looks at me. “Like a werewolf?”
“Closer to a Mortal World born abomination and far from the wolves of Magaelorum,” Maddox says, his cinnamon breath blowing against my ear with his words. “He knows things he shouldn’t. You must get them from him.” It sounds like a command.
“No,” Rowan says, growling under his breath. “He is fond of her. He wants her.”
Kash raises his hand to stop Rowan from attempting to snatch me away. “But she is ours. She proved it. She let us claim her. Now, we must do this. The High Council won’t see things as we do. She was convicted. It’s the only way.”
“The only way for what?” I ask.
“To get you from Magaelorum. We’re going to break you free.”
Chapter 15
The Last Female Drakovich
“THE PRISON YARD? Alone?” I lick my lips, staring at the open door.
“He’s in the pits. You can speak to him that way. You will be safer, and that way we can all hear what he has to say.” Maddox presses his hand to the small of my back, giving me a small shove. “Don’t argue, cookie. This is the way it needs to be.”
Him telling me not to argue makes me want to complain even more.
“And you won’t be alone. I’m on yard duty.” Kash pushes me forward next, stopping my rant from escaping.
Rowan comes up beside me. “We’ll be nearby. You’ve got some fight in you. I’m sure you can handle yourself until we move the twenty feet it takes to get to you.”
Swinging my hand, I knock his away before he pushes me forward and out of our block. Rowan chuckles and grabs my wrist, tugging me to him. His lips meet mine for a kiss, and I slide my tongue into his mouth, giving him a reason not to make me.
“Me next.” Kash spins me away from his brother and cages me by the door with his buff arms. “I’ve been dying to taste your sweet lips.”
“Dying? That’s a little much.” I smile and reach my hand up to tap his lips.
“It’s torture not to take you right here, Delphia,” he murmurs, leaning close.
“Let it be your punishment for using a name that no longer belongs to me. And for the crackers. Don’t think I forgot about that.” I graze my lips to his but pull away before he can deepen our kiss. “And expect more to come.”
He purrs deep in his throat. “We’ll see.”
Kash smiles at me and moves out of the way. Maddox stands behind him, and I half-expect for him to haul me off my feet to throw me into the prison yard. Instead, he closes the space and crashes his mouth to mine, pulling me into his arms. And damn him and his fervent kisses that steal my breath away.
I drag myself away from Maddox and press my hand to his mouth. “Punishment is definitely coming your way.”
Yanking my hand from his lips, he says, “I look forward to it. Now, time to be a good inmate and get your sweet, spankable ass to the pits and find out exactly what I told you to.”
The world spins, and I clench my jaw and prepare for my not so elegant landing. I catch myself in a crouch, shooting up to my feet like I took a misstep during a performance. Straightening my shoulders, I meet Maddox’s gaze and give him my show smile before raising my hand to flip him off. Rowan shakes his shoulders with a laugh, and Kash steps forward and into the shade of the building. He crosses his arms and nods his head at me in encouragement.
“I can do this,” I mutter to myself. “I have to do this.”
Because Maddox swears that once someone has been convicted of a crime and given life without a retrial, it’s nearly impossible to get the High Council to change their verdict, especially with malleable minded human witnesses and no evidence that points to anyone else, even if we have Lazlo Infinity’s name.
I make it all of a foot before a shadow flickers in my peripheral vision, and I tense. Fight or flee. Fight or flee. I chant the words in my mind, wondering what would be better to do. I’m afraid if I run, some asshole will turn me into a game of predator and prey and chase me. But if I try to fight, it’ll put me in close proximity to someone who might be able to overpower me and then—
“Nova Noble, have you forgotten who I am already? What have the damn COs in your block done to you?” Rose’s melodic voice draws my attention from the shadow where Kash lurks. “Come on, Sky Dancer. You can hang out with me. No one will bother you since most of these assholes shiver in fear at my presence alone.”
The pink-haired fairy smiles at me, skipping to close the space. I exhale a long breath. I had no idea I’d be so relieved to see Rose, but having a familiar face nearby on my first real adventure into the prison yard helps out.
“As they should be, badass killer,” I say, hoping she likes the nickname, considering how proud she was to tell me.
Rose ruffles her fingers through her hair with a stunning smile. “That’s right. Let’s see these assholes try anything. We lifers have nothing to lose.” Spinning on her feet, she points at a nearby group of men, staring in our direction. “You hear that, boys? This bitch is mine. She’s under my protection.”
A soft growl resonates from the shadow where Kash remains, and I can’t stop the laugh from bubbling from my throat at his reaction. Rose is clearly joking, despite the deepening of her voice. Her wink at me proves it.
“I never in my wildest dreams expected to have a fairy godmother watching my back,” I quip. “Especially not one with tattoos and clipped wings.”
She swings her head to look at me, rolling her sleeves up. “These are the marks of punishment from the Spring Court of the Crystal Cove Territory for killing a prince.”
I stare at the blue vines wrapping around her arms. “You killed a prince?”
She wags her eyebrows. “That bastard had it coming. We were promised to wed in a union to strengthen our court, but his ass enchanted a mortal and brought her to Magaelorum in an attempt to kill me, so he could choose another. That’s how I know Quillon. He was the one involved in smuggling the mortal in.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Wait, you’re friends with Quillon even though he brought someone in that was supposed to kill you?”
Rose smiles with a shrug. “It was in our fates to meet. Had he not been the one to deliver her, I’d have been dead. He’s...not exactly sneaky. His scared-ass thoug
ht it’d be better to show up in lycan form, which I’m glad for. While the court was busy obsessing over his intrusion, it gave me the chance to deliver the mortal to the prince myself. One thing led to another, and he bowed down to me. It wasn’t my fault that he couldn’t handle a little rough foreplay.” She bites her lip as she says it. “It was a shame the poor mortal was bound to him and faced the same fate. I liked her.”
I nod my head, because I don’t really know how to respond to her. It all sounds a bit fucked up and like an accident, but she also doesn’t show much remorse. But maybe that’s a mortal thing. I consider asking, but a growl sounds from behind me. I turn to look over my shoulder at Maddox, who now looks ready to charge out here to get my ass moving.
Clearing my throat, unwilling to test his patience, I look to Rose and say, “Since you brought up Quillon, will you take me to find him? I think he’s in one of the pits.”
Rose narrows her eyes. “Again? Was this because of your ass? I told him to be careful because everyone around here seems to have blue balls because of you. No man in Magaelorum would ever allow a lycan to claim a woman, no matter if she’s a murderer or not or if she likes him...which, do you?”
I grimace. “I—I don’t know.” I don’t want to start things because she’s his friend.
Rose steps closer and covers my mouth. “Your automatic answer should always be no. We’re being watched. You could put Quillon in danger.”
I swallow, my nerves starting to get the best of me. “Put him in danger? The asshole put me in danger. And your question caught me off guard since you’re friends. I don’t like him. I want to kick him in the balls. Now, will you take me to him, so I can tell him so?”
A peel of musical giggles escape Rose’s lips and she hops with the movement like she tries to fly despite the rings clipping her wings together. “It would be my pleasure.”
I flick my attention to Maddox and stick my tongue out at him. Juvenile? Maybe. But totally worth it seeing his snarly reaction. Rose hooks her arm through mine and together we strut across the open field of the prison yard. Some guys workout and another group surrounds some men wrestling. The rest of everyone out here, which just seems to be the shifters and fae, lounge around. The asshole who wanted to make me his prison queen waves his fingers at me and blows a kiss. I snatch the invisible kiss and press my hand to my ass.