by Alisa Woods
He kissed his way down her neck and to the soft rise of her breast. His fantasies were filled with her breasts gripped hard in his hands, her nipples peaking tight in this mouth, so he lavished attention on both at once. Each touch buzzed with magic, even the tip of his tongue playing with the rosy bud of her hardened nipple. She arched into him as he grabbed hold of her breast and feasted on it. When he gently bit down, she cried out and grabbed at his hair. Holy mother of magic, she was so responsive. It had been so damn long for him, and the reality of Erelah was a blazing supernova compared to his fantasies.
Still holding her nipple between his teeth and flicking with his tongue, he slid against her body so he could slip his hand between her legs. That whimpering started again, and she bucked against his hand. She was so wet, his fingers slid effortlessly over her, teasing her and making his mouth ache. She bucked wildly against his hand such that he had to hold her down to keep her still—which he did with the force of his palm pressing down on her sex, pushing her deeper into the bed.
She groaned, deep and long, and rocked against the steady pressure he had on her nub, which was already inflamed with hardly any attention from him. Dammit, he would not make it long with this. He needed her to come first, before he even tried entering her, but holy fuck, he was having a hard time holding off.
“Leksander,” she gasped. “My need… it’s burning…”
That was it. He was making her come, and he was doing it now.
He released her breasts and slid down, taking hold of her hip with one hand, holding it still against the bed and diving between her legs, tongue first. She cried out as the magic leaped between his tongue and her sensitive nub, and even as he held her down with both hands, his steady flicks there had her bucking so hard, she was lifting off the bed. Dammit, angelings were strong. He knew this, but making love to one was an unexpected challenge. He solved that by wrapping his arm around her back and anchoring her with his body, holding on for dear life as he teased her with his tongue and stroked her folds with his fingers, pushing her toward orgasm. She cried out and whimpered and bucked even though she could no longer lift off the bed, but when he slid his finger deep into the hot wetness of her sex, that was when she screamed. He held still, his fingers buried deep inside her—she was so tight. His heart clenched for a moment, and he thought he’d hurt her, but then she started begging.
“Leksander, please.” She grabbed at his arm, his shoulders, his head. “Please, I can’t bear it!”
So he pumped his finger into her, a slow rhythm building faster, timed with the flick of his tongue, and her cries ramped up. Wordless and breathy and filled with passion. He nearly came just listening to it, especially with the grating against the bed that his cock was enduring as he held onto her gorgeous, writhing body. Then he added a second finger to her slick hotness—holy fuck, she was tight—because he wanted her prepared for him when the time came. Her cries became even more strained. She chanted his name, the pitch rising and rising…
“Leksander! Leksander!” Then she became inarticulate again, all noises and whimpering pleasure, then a tremor hit… one he could feel trilling through her body, sweeping it from head to toe… and then she came, her hot sex convulsing around his fingers. But he only felt a single clenching of her sweet flesh before a pulse of energy blasted him away from her body, flinging him through her curled-over wings and up to the ceiling. He crashed hard, bounced off at an angle, and fell back to the floor with a thud.
He was stunned for a second, not least because he was suddenly out of the bed while Erelah was still in it.
“Leksander!” Erelah sat up on the bed, peering at him with alarm through her spread legs. It was the most erotic thing he’d seen in a long damn time. “I’m sorry, I…” She looked panicked. “I don’t know what happened.”
He growled and picked himself up off the floor, climbing on top of the bed and then on top of her. “I do,” he said, his voice rough. He grabbed her hands and planted them on his hips. “Hold tight,” he ground out as he reached down to hike up her knees and spread her legs wide for him. He positioned himself at her entrance.
Her eyes went wide as she looked down at his cock. “You are so big. I don’t think you can fit.”
He grinned, a flush of satisfaction barely muting his aching need to have her. “Oh, I’ll fit,” he panted, nudging her, but not quite entering yet. “But when you come the next time, you’ve got to keep hold of me, my love. Don’t let go. Because I’m going to fuck you all the way through, do you understand?”
Her wide-eyed gaze turned up to meet his. She just nodded.
He groaned as he nudged into her. So damn tight.
She gasped. “Too big, Leksander!”
“It will fit, my love.” He pulled back then slid in a little further, groaning the whole way. Damn, but angelings were tight. Far more than humans.
She whimpered and dug her fingers into his hips where she held him. “Aaah!” she said as he slid a little further.
Fuck. He wasn’t even halfway inside her. “Relax, baby.” He pulled back, then slid in again, nudging a little deeper.
“Leksander!” she cried out, but if she wanted him to stop, she had the power to fling him across the room. Instead, she was pulling him deeper with her hands.
So. Fucking. Tight. “That’s right, baby,” he panted against her cheek, his head dipping now and his body arching to take her. “Pull me in.” He slid back out again then thrust in this time, shoving a little harder than before and almost going all the way to the hilt.
“Ah!” she cried out then panted, “Sweet magic… my love…” One of her hands left the hard grip on his hip and slid up to clutch the back of his head. “All of you,” she whispered, hoarsely. “I want all of you, Leksander.”
He groaned and every fiber of his being shuddered with the sexy longing in her voice. He pulled out almost completely and then thrust back in all the way.
Erelah cried out and clutched at him.
He held still for a moment, letting her adjust to the width of him, and squeezing his eyes shut with the impossible tightness of her. The air around him thrummed with her power, and his body throbbed at every point they touched, especially his cock buried deep inside her. He was deflowering a virgin angeling, and it was both the most erotic and most terrifying thing he had ever done.
“Hold on,” he said hoarsely. “Do not let me go. No matter what.”
“Always,” she whispered in his ear, and it wasn’t just a promise to keep his cock thrusting into her body through the cataclysmic orgasm he felt building inside both of them, but a promise to stay with him. To be with him, by his side, loving him, in light and shadow, no matter what.
Always.
He groaned from the depth of his being. “You are mine.” As he spoke the word, he pulled back and thrust hard into her. Then again and again, stroking a rhythm that quickly sped up, not least because she was arching up to meet every thrust and pulling him into the stroke. She cried out and dug her fingers into him, and her hot, sweet flesh took him, again and again, squeezing tight and quivering around him. When her cries became more desperate, when her back arched and stayed there, he knew she was close.
“Come for me, Erelah,” he panted out and picked up the pace, slamming into her hard, like he never could with any human he’d ever laid with. Like only a dragon’s mate could tolerate. But Erelah was already an immortal—a fallen angel, risen again—and her body cried out for every pounding stroke of hot love he was giving her.
Her body shuddered, shivering from head to toe, and he felt it this time—the energy gathering in the air and in her body—and when she came, it nearly blasted him away again, but she held him tight. He kept slamming into her, working every last ripple of pleasure out of her, and when her cries reached their peak, he came like a lightning storm hitting his brain. His seed shot hot and hard into her, wave after wave, and he clung to her, thrusting through it. It was endless and emptying and everything he’d imagined and more
.
When the last wave had passed, when she was no longer arching under him, he felt like he’d been emptied of everything he was. All of it belonged to her.
They stayed joined, breathing heavily, hearts pounding.
He rested his head on her chest, his breath washing her skin with warm air. He brought his hands up from his desperate hold on the bed and lightly caressed her breast, ending with rolling her nipple into a peak.
“Holy angels of light,” she said, breathless. “Even that, now, sends pleasure through me. How is that possible?”
He looked up. She was staring at the ceiling, eyes glazed, lips parted, cheeks flushed.
“You have no idea,” he said, a grin spreading across his face, “of the pleasure I’m going to give you, angeling of light.”
She picked up her head to scowl at him, then her eyes drifted up to her own wings, still arched and surrounding him. He looked too—they were as white as snow.
“You see?” he said as he eased from her body and edged up to face her, covering her luscious body with his larger one. “You were meant to love me. And be loved by me.”
Her eyes were wide again. “I thought sure I’d lost the battle to Lust. I was… lost in it, Leksander. Even now, I can hardly feel my toes.”
He grinned. “That’s how it’s supposed to be, my love.” He skimmed his hand along the length of her, slow and feeling every curve, sliding finally between her legs.
She gasped and frowned at him. “But I… I thought we had finished.”
“Oh, baby,” he breathed, his voice growing husky once more. “We’re just getting started.”
Erelah watched Leksander sleep.
His soul was the most beautiful part about him, but she had a new appreciation for the physical beauty of the man, now that she’d spent the better part of a day in his bed, making endless love that left her floating, even after he’d drifted to sleep an hour ago.
Even dragons tire eventually.
Angelings were blessed, or perhaps cursed, with little need for sleep.
She squirmed, heat still percolating between her legs. How could she still want more lovemaking from him? They’d reached that climax of pleasure he was always urging her towards—come for me, Erelah, he said, again and again—more times than she could track. She wasn’t wild with it—this need she had now between her legs was born of the experience of what it wrought. Closeness. Intimacy. A celebration of their love. This lovemaking they did with their bodies… it brought them together in a way that mere words couldn’t serve.
She eased up to sitting and let her wings release magically from her back, unfurling and stretching. She checked the feathers once again, but every single one was snowy white, shining as bright as the first day she took her vow. How could this be, when she’d done nothing but sexual acts for the last twenty-four hours, only ceasing because she had exhausted her mate?
Only he wasn’t her mate… not yet. And that lingered over their bed. Could she carry a dragonling and bear it for Leksander, for the treaty, and for all of humanity? She desperately wished for it, but she wasn’t even sure it was possible. She was half human, yes, but she was also half angel. Yet somehow, her True Love had banished the shadow from her soul, and she burned bright with light.
This she attributed to Leksander. His constant and True Love—for decades unceasing—and the brilliance of his soul… all of it had made the impossible, possible. Her lack of restraint broke her vow of Chastity. That dropped her into the shadow realm. But Leksander—with his undying faith in her—restored her in every way.
If she could give him a child, she would.
But the dragon sealing that required? She wasn’t sure it would take. Or whether she could endure it. In truth, she wondered if she were still angeling at all. There had always been an edgy conflict whenever Leksander was near—her angel blood sensing his dragon and fae natures and spoiling for a fight. Then she took some of his blood into her body, where it healed her but also helped unleash her shadow side. Now, with constant blissful contact for hours on end, it seemed as though her angel side had all but vanished. She kept unfurling her wings just to see if she still possessed them. If Leksander sealed her with his dragon magic, to make possible a dragonling, would her final vestige of angel-ness be snuffed out?
The thought sent an uneasy tremor through her.
Leksander rustled the bed behind her, then he surprised her by rising up and caressing her wings. She felt the heat of his chest at her back. He started halfway down her wings, a hand on each side, and lightly traced his fingers along the top feathers all the way to her back where wings met flesh. He dropped a kiss between her shoulder blades, which was both ticklish and gushed more heat between her legs. Her skin was hot—even hotter than a dragon’s, as it turned out—so his lips were always slightly cool, tightening her nipples.
That and the heady feel of his soft lips on her flesh.
He reached around to cup her breasts. He seemed very fond of that—holding her female parts in his hands—and the pleasure of it had her arching back to rest her head against his shoulder.
“Do you know how often I’ve dreamt of waking with an angeling in my bed?” His words were hot whispers of promise across the back of her neck. “How often I’ve dreamed of having you just as you are now?”
“Ten times?” she asked.
He chuckled softly and nipped at her earlobe. She tilted her head to give him better access. That particular habit—using his teeth as often as his lips—gave her an electric pleasure that quickly rendered her senseless.
“Ten times in a given night,” he whispered against her skin. “You do know that dragons are insatiable lovers, right?”
“I’m coming to find that.”
He laughed again, squeezing her breasts with both hands. His laughter quickly fell into a groan, and she could feel his cock, large and swollen, at her back. He released her breasts and slid his hands up her shoulders then out along her wings again. “You have no idea how much these turn me on,” he said, digging his fingers into her feathers. They were surprisingly sensitive, as she was discovering… and that fact did not escape Leksander. Her small gasp as he stroked them, one at a time, seemed to encourage him. He dug deeper to the bottom of the shaft, pinching it slightly, a quirk of pain that was somehow pleasure and made her suck in a breath. Then he stroked the shaft down through the vane, where the feather widened. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice full of pleasure-promise.
“Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes as he did it again and again, each hand finding a new sensitive shaft to stroke. Not every feather was lighted with pleasure this way, just the ones that carried her angel blood and sensation, but he seemed to know exactly which ones to seek. Her breath was coming faster, and he made that rumbling sound, deep in his chest, that she had learned was a sign of his pleasure.
“Erelah,” he groaned. “I need you riding my cock.” He released her feathers and wrapped an arm around her waist. She thought he meant her to bend forward so he could enter her from behind—and truth be told, when he gripped her hips and took her that way, growling with beastly pleasure, that was her favorite way to have him—but instead, he pulled her into his lap and scooted them both to the edge of the bed. There, he dropped his legs over the side then twisted her around to face him.
Leksander was large compared to her—his rippling dragon muscles covered his body like a suit of armor—and she easily balanced her bottom on his thighs, facing him. She looped her arms around his neck with her legs extended onto the bed behind him.
His cock was large like the rest of him, and it loomed between them. When he first took her with it, she was certain the simple geometry of the situation would not work. And the delicious stretching had almost overwhelmed her, both with surprise and the tremendous feeling of fullness. Even after a night of endless lovemaking, she still felt as if he were expanding her body and her heart every time he thrust inside her.
“Stretch out your wings
,” he said, gripping onto her waist and pulling her sex up against the hardness of his cock. He ground her there for a moment, finding that sensitive spot that made pleasure spike through her. She did as he said. “All the way,” he commanded, and she spread her wings wide, the full span of them taking up half his bedroom. “Oh, yes,” he breathed. “Sweet angel of the light, you’re mine. All mine.”
This possessiveness that came out when they were joined, or nearly so, sent unexpected thrills through her. “I live to serve,” she said with a smile, knowing he liked that.
He groaned. “Fuck. Erelah.” Then he lifted one of her legs up to his shoulder, nearly bending her in half. She had to lean back and brace her hands on his muscular thighs, but that seemed his intent, as he lifted her other leg up to his shoulder as well. Then he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her entire body until her entrance was poised above his cock. He slid her down, thrusting up at the same time, and she nearly cried out with how deep he went with this position. “Ride me, angeling,” he commanded, lifting her again and slamming her down on his cock. But in truth, she was barely hanging on, gasping with each thrust, each delightful impaling that felt like it was splitting her apart in the most pleasure-filled way. It was already a tight fit with her small, inexperienced body and his large, muscular one, but this position not only made that fit more tight, but it also rubbed against her most sensitive spot with each thrust and drove him deeper than he had previously been.
“Leksander,” she gasped. “Does this please you?”
“So. Fucking. Much,” he grunted out, picking up the pace and slamming her down on his cock with each word. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and it flushed a hot satisfaction through her that she could bring him such pleasure. As he continued to slam her down and thrust up into her, she gripped one thigh for balance but then slipped her hand to the back of his neck, pulling his face forward to her.
His eyes popped open, and she gazed into them as she used magic to levitate just a little more… and then pump down a little harder on his cock.