“Yes.”
With that he kissed her again, his hips lowering between her thighs. With a slow sweet push his cock was inside her. She gasped as his thickness forged deep. Hot, hard and relentless, his cock stroked. He gave her no time to think, only to feel. Each amazing inch of his body added to her pleasure, to the bliss that rose higher and faster. He didn’t pound at her but neither was he slow, the steady friction of his cock within her wet heat asking for more and more. He cupped her butt, easing in and out with a rhythm that threatened to drive her wild. She closed her eyes and felt every inch of his long hard thickness touch her all the way to the womb, and the heat and friction made her gasp with bliss. She arched against Eryk’s hold, thrashed under the steady beat of his hips. He didn’t kiss her but watched. Heat filled her face, burning as she realized that his red gaze wouldn’t let her go.
“Watch us come together,” he said, finally tearing his gaze away from hers.
Following his lead, she watched as his cock slipped in and out of her. A wave of erotic bliss shivered through Mia. Magon, how amazing. How incredible. How could any place, any world, find this act abhorrent? She felt too wonderful, transported to another plane where nothing existed but Eryk and the amazing things he did to her and with her. She threw her arms above her head as he brought her hips high. He pushed her knees up to her ears so her vulnerable points were exposed in every way to him. He pounded his cock deep, urging cries from her as the heat became too much to contain. She rose on it, flying high until she clasped hard around his cock. Mia closed her eyes and whimpered as ecstasy shook through her body. She expected him to come, to find his pinnacle soon after. He pulled from her and urged her onto her hands and knees.
She knew what he wanted. The desire within a Daryk One was fierce, without parallel. With one deep thrust he took Mia. She gasped in pleasure. She expected him to rut, to bring her to an explosive, quick completion once more. Instead he drew her hips tight against the cradle of his. He pressed hard until she didn’t know where she ended and he began. His arms encircled her waist, palms smoothing up her torso to cup her breasts then down to the flatness of her belly. She wriggled and he groaned. When he drew out and thrust, it was a hard motion, born of male energy and demands. Then, as if he thought better of a quick fuck, he undulated his hips.
Gasping and shuddering, she rode the pleasure as stroke after languorous stroke brought her higher. He circled her clit and teased until she was out of breath and panting for more. He stroked her endlessly. With a scream she shattered in his arms, whimpering and moaning in utter ecstasy as her pussy tightened on every inch of delicious cock. Then, before she could think, could say a word, he drew his cock all the way out and slammed it deep. His thrusts pounded her sex but not with pain. She loved it. She bucked. She mewed in delight. Mia threw her hips back, meeting each hard thrust with an equally brutal demand. Words tumbled from her throat, a wild and wanton display that felt right and good. He wouldn’t stroke her faster, no matter how much she demanded it. His torture was sensual, destroying her inhibitions until with one thrust he shattered her willpower to resist and she came apart inch by inch. Bliss exploded, roaring through her body like a wave bent on chaos. But oh…oh the bliss was exquisite. She shivered and quaked. With one hard thrust he went over, shaking behind her as he growled in orgasm. She thought maybe he was finished but discovered how wrong she was. He cock stayed hard and he drew it out of her. He drew her moist essence upward, circling her cream around her anus. She gasped, a bit shocked by the touch. She blinked, knowing from what she’d read in secret documents on Magon that some people had sex this way…some of the time.
“Don’t worry, my sweet,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Just a little. I won’t hurt you. I’ve dreamed of taking you here.”
With trust and ease, she nodded. She was excited by the idea, truth be told. Curiosity and desire mixed with a smidgen of fear. He smoothed her cream over the forbidden entrance again and again, teasing her anus. His mere touch made more cream flow from her pussy. He eased one finger deep into her neither hole, moving with slow determination.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “So tight.”
Excitement danced along her spine, along her entire body at the sensation of his thick finger invading. But he was gentle and when he worked one more finger into her tightness, she gasped and moaned.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, his fingers halfway imbedded in her ass.
“No. More.”
With a low groan of approval he drew his fingers out, then thrust them in again. He began a rhythm, not too hard and not too soft.
When she felt his blunt touch, his cock pressing gently at her entrance, she gasped again. He pushed, retreated, pushed. Each movement was subtle, oh so gentle. Her body opened and let him in. He worked her opening, each entrance tickling a new place inside her that longed for more.
“All right?” he asked.
“Yes. Oh yes.”
With that encouragement he pressed a little more. Her body accepted and as he sank part of the way inside she moaned at the delicious new feeling. He didn’t sink all the way, his cock far too large. Instead he began a slow, deliberate back and forth that worked her into a frenzy so frantic she couldn’t stop moaning. He reached beneath her and caught her clit between two fingers. He pinched her gently, milking the little bud with gentle tugs while his cock slid in and out of her ass. Her body yearned and begged for completion.
“Oh God Draconus.” His whisper was also a moan of pleasure. “Draconus, yes.”
She moved with him, the slow and methodical pace driving her mad. She pushed back, impaling herself farther onto his shaft. He reached around, caressed her clit, and Mia couldn’t stand it any longer. Fire blossomed in her core, exploding into a torrential orgasm. She shook with it, gasping and moaning as the ecstasy trembled through her and brought her back down.
Being inside Mia’s body had always made him crazy to have more, to explore the beast inside him as he had never done with another woman. And he’d never had anal sex before—had never wanted it with another woman. His mate, she was special. His to hold. To protect. To love in the most intimate of ways. As he’d thrust the tiniest bit into her ass, the excitement had slammed him like a dragon attack. Furious. Expanding and unstoppable. He’d groaned with the unbelievable feeling of her tightness gripping the very tip of his cock. Now, as only half of his shaft took her, he watched the incredible sight of his cock moving in and out of her ass. Oh Draconus. Sexual excitement made him want to move faster, to sink farther into her body. But he refused to hurt her. So he sawed in and out, gently, purposely, to give her as much pleasure as she could take. Though she’d already experienced more than one orgasm he hoped to give her another. He pumped, moving his cock slowly but surely in and out of that tight little hole. He pinched her clit gently, circled it. She quivered and with a gasp she came again. And he let himself go. He simply exploded, gasping, moaning, sweating like a runner as he held himself in her body and poured his seed into her ass. Gods, had there ever been a better feeling? Liquid heat poured from him in wave after wave until he had nothing left to give her but love.
Chapter Thirteen
“How did you get in the castle without being caught?” Mia asked as she lay in Eryk’s arms a long, long time later.
“I have ways.” Amusement filled his voice. “There is more than one entrance to the castle the rogues don’t know.”
“Really? In a castle?”
“There’s an underground area from a cave system. It’s treacherous and most of the time the tunnel is clogged with ice. This time it wasn’t.”
“Hmmm.”
She traced her fingers through the smattering of hair over his hard pecs. “You didn’t allow my plan to proceed. Why?”
“I should have said I wouldn’t let you sacrifice yourself to Rechard if I lost our fight.”
Her blood went icy at the thought of Eryk losing a fight with Rechard. She didn’t want to think of it any longer but
how could she avoid it?
“How could you prevent it?” she asked.
“I’ll go to Rechard and propose a different fight. One I think he’ll find more satisfying to his pride.”
Her stomach did a flip-flop. “What?”
“If he kills me, he lets you go.”
She sat up, pulling from his grip. “No.” The word was definitive and hard. “I won’t allow it. I love you, Eryk.”
And in that moment the pressure she’d forestalled through meditation burst forth in anger and fear. Tears threatened but she forced them away. Words spilled from her with conviction. “No. I won’t allow you to do that. Rechard is as honorable as a rogue can be. I won’t allow him to kill you. My deal was that if he harmed you he’d let you go, and Asam. That’s how it’s going to be.”
He gave her a full-fledged grin. More anger poured forth inside her. She almost punched him.
“What are you smiling at? This isn’t amusing, sir.”
“I know, my love. It’s not that.” He sat up with her and touched her face with reverence. “I’m smiling because you said you love me. You’re my mate. My only one. While I was out there wondering if you were all right I could no longer deny that you were my mate. It’s in my bones. In my being. I love you and will always love you, no matter what happens.”
Eryk drew her down to the bed with him and sweet contentment made her sigh and obliterated much of her fear in a wave of delight and discovery. Magon, it felt so wonderful to snuggle into his hard body, to allow beautiful happiness to fill her through and through.
“Don’t distract me,” she said halfheartedly. “I still wish to be angry with you.”
He laughed, hovering over her with his big, thrilling body. “As if I could stop that from happening.” Then he grinned again, mischievousness in his eyes. “Perhaps I can distract you once more.”
She placed her index finger on his lips, halting the possibility. “We have to talk this out, Eryk. I won’t allow you to order me about and tell me what to do.”
She saw the resignation wipe amusement from his eyes and she also saw understanding. Pleasure touched her at the same moment as worry. Eryk respected her, loved her and wanted the best for her. The amazement that brought seemed to have no boundaries.
He kissed her fingers. “Listen to me, Mia. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you. It would destroy me.” He swallowed hard and bleakness marred his eyes. “Give me this. Please at least let me know you will live if I don’t.”
Stubbornness and fear drove her to her next words. “You’d rather I bear the grief if you die? Thank you so very much.”
He drew away from her long enough to sit on the edge of the bed and frown. “Forgive me but I can’t see beyond my own thoughts. Beyond an imagining of grief so profound it tears me into tiny pieces.”
His words, spoken in a rough, sincere voice, assured her this was his truth. It was also hers.
“I won’t give you up.” Her eyes stung once more with tears she refused to shed. “So we must find a compromise.”
He turned back to her. “First blood then.”
“What is that?”
“Rechard and I fight to the first cut. Then we stop. If I cut him first he allows us to leave.”
“Oh God Magon.” She whispered the words but she knew it must be done.
* * * * *
“A kiss for luck,” Eryk said and then kissed Mia thoroughly in front of the crowd. Mia’s senses whirled even though she knew people watched with suspicion, with interest. No one but Asam and Mia and Eryk knew how much this kiss meant to Mia. Eryk kissed her hungrily, as if it might be the last time. Fear mixed with desire in her blood as she clutched at him. She didn’t want to let him go but knew she must. When he drew back she stared into his eyes and drank in the love she saw there. And love gave her the strength she wanted and needed to watch this fight without collapsing into hysterics. No. She knew she owned the strength to maintain without his kiss filled with promise. She could stay strong for him. No one could doubt Mia Griffi was Eryk Gauth’s and that also gave Mia assurance. In this Dragonian society Rayder and Dane would defend her honor as well and their unspoken protection gave her some sense of safety. Before they’d come out to the courtyard Eryk had made her promise to look to his friends for protection if needed. She’d swallowed hard and agreed. Now the time for reckoning had come.
Rechard had demanded to know how Eryk had gotten into the castle without anyone seeing him. Eryk had given up the location of the tunnel because he had no other choice.
Rechard, who stood across the courtyard preparing for the sword fight, stared at them as they broke from the embrace. A loud cheer went up for the kiss. Mia released Eryk reluctantly as he stepped away. He stood near a table where his sword and shield lay ready. She’d learned from Asam that shields weren’t normally used by Daryk Ones during a challenge fight like this but that Rechard insisted on it to make the fight last longer. No. No. Mia didn’t want it to last long. She wanted Eryk to cut Rechard and for them to leave. Rechard had agreed to their release on one condition…that Asam stay and heal more people here. That she couldn’t be used to heal Daryk Ones who fought for Bardannia Castle in the days to come.
Asam had agreed, against Eryk and Mia’s advice. Asam couldn’t be swayed, assuring them she would be fine. She’d lived in Bardannia Castle for so long, no matter who ruled the place her skills would prove helpful for whoever required them. After all, it was her home too.
Mia stood with the rest of the crowd and started the breathing exercises Asam had instructed her to use to calm anxiety. Mia repeated the words in her head.
All is as it should be.
All is what it is.
It is as it should be.
Mia’s body felt stiff, her emotions buzzing like an annoying insect in her ear and tightening her muscles into rocks.
Again she breathed from the stomach to ensure she didn’t breathe high in her chest and cause more fear.
All is as it should be.
It is what it should be.
Asam came to her side and watched as both men strapped on additional shielding for their shoulders, their shins and forearms. Both wore garb that kept out the icy weather but wouldn’t prevent a sword from making contact. Rechard insisted on fighting outside rather than in an enclosed area like the great hall. He liked the cold, he claimed. He’d given instructions that no rogue would stop Eryk and Mia from leaving Bardannia if Rechard lost the fight. Mia hoped they would listen to their leader.
The day was frosty, as cold as always. Clouds hung low, obscuring the white sheen of snow. Soon only torches blazing along the walls would illuminate the courtyard as night crept ever closer.
One man acted as the go-between for the fight. He moved away from the middle and made a waving gesture. “Fight!”
Mia tensed as Rechard and Eryk came together in a clash of swords. She breathed from the stomach.
The swords clanged, a metallic sound that hurt Mia’s ears. She prayed as only a Magonian could pray. She breathed slowly. Certainly. Evenly.
Rechard’s and Eryk’s armor and snow clothing kept Mia from seeing their muscles strain and move with power and force but their grunts and facial expressions told the story. Eryk moved forward, his advance relentless, as Rechard started to lose ground. Rechard moved to the edge of the circle and several rogues moved backward.
Mia noticed that a huge crowd had formed that was far larger one than moments ago. That’s when she realized some of the men encircling the area were from Eryk, Rayder and Dane’s group.
“Mia,” a voice said near her ear.
She glanced around and there was Rayder in all his strength and glory. Dane stood next to her.
“Come,” Rayder said, still in a whisper.
“What?” Asam asked in surprise.
“Come with us.” Rayder took her arm gently. “Eryk wants you out of here. He didn’t want you to wait until the fight was over.”
“But—” Mia st
arted to say.
“Go,” Asam said. “Go now.”
With her throat tight, her concentration on calm broken, Mia followed Rayder and Dane into the thick crowd.
Eryk knew that Rayder and Dane must have escorted Mia into the secret tunnel by now and it gave him strength. All that mattered was Mia’s safety.
And finding a way to cut Rechard and end this damn fight. Relief mixed with determination inside him.
Rechard slashed at him, driving the sword point forward with a swift and precise movement. Eryk blocked the stroke and drove his own point forward. He felt the sword make impact with Rechard’s right arm and saw Recard’s flinch as he drew back.
First blood.
“First blood!” Voices rang out.
Recard dealt a blow to Eryk’s side. Pain stabbed Eryk’s ribs and he growled in anger.
Rechard lifted his right hand and a stream of blood darkened his white snow wear. For a horrifying second Eryk believed he’d done more damage to his enemy than anticipated. He hadn’t intended to kill Rechard.
Again pain burned Eryk’s ribs and Rechard’s eyes widened as he came toward Eryk.
“Friend,” Rechard said, “your injury. I’m sorry I lashed out when you’d already drawn blood.”
Perplexed by the man’s concerned expression, Eryk looked down at his left side and saw the material rapidly turning bright red. Perhaps the cut was worse than he’d realized.
“Draconus,” Eryk cursed under his breath. “By the God.”
His vision dimmed and he clasped his hand against the wound. Before he knew it Asam was next to him.
“Eryk, your wound is worse than you thought.” Asam pressed her hand to his side and he gasped as pain lanced his body.
Rechard stood there too. “Take him to his quarters and work your magic, Asam.”
“I’m fine.” Eryk didn’t want pampering. “Will you stick to your word?”
Rechard glanced around and his mouth tightened. “I see Mia is nowhere to be found. Where have you put her?”
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