Kirall kept his gaze locked on hers as he slowly fed her more of his cock until he reached the back of her throat, and she hadn’t even taken half.
“Take more,” he ordered.
Autumn found she had no desire to disobey him. Relaxing her throat, Kirall began to fuck her mouth with strong but careful strokes.
“Now swallow!” he demanded, his cock deeply embedded in her throat.
When she did, they both groaned at how amazing it felt.
Kirall pulled back so she could breathe then thrust deeper.
“Again!”
The order was unnecessary as Autumn already was.
“That’s it, Autumn,” his Beast growled, and she felt the slightest scrape of his claws along her scalp as they extended. “Take it! Take me! Take my seed!”
Autumn’s gazed remained locked with Kirall and his Beast’s, as with one final thrust he roared, and she greedily accepted the seed that exploded down her throat.
Autumn gasped when before she even had time to catch her breath, she was flat on her back with Kirall’s face inches from hers.
“Kirall!” She looked at him with wide eyes.
“It’s my turn now,” he told her, and she saw his Beast retreating until gold only rimmed the slightest sliver of Kirall’s eyes.
He grasped her wrists in one hand pulling them over her head, stretching her body out as he threw a leg over hers, pinning her to the bed. This stubborn little female had called his Beast, had been able to control him, when he couldn’t. It shouldn’t have been possible. Only a Dragoon more powerful than him should be able to call his Beast, and there was no one more powerful than Kirall. He was a Black Dragoon. His Beast was a Black Battle Beast.
His gaze roamed down her, and he found the Heat that should have been cooled by her mouth flaring back to life, burning through his still hard cock.
He wanted her this time, wanted his cock to feel those hot, tight walls squeezing it the way her throat had.
“You can’t possibly have recovered already,” Autumn whispered in amazement and excitement.
“Oh, little Aud-um, you do not know what you have unleashed.” He ran a finger along the soft, sensitive skin on one of her raised arms, pausing when he found a long thin scar.
“Don’t ask,” she told him when he gave her a questioning look.
Kirall knew he would have to get her to tell him before their time was over, otherwise it would haunt him for the rest of his existence. But that was for later. For right now, he needed to hear her sounds of pleasure.
His finger continued its journey down her arm, feeling the shiver that ran through her, then traced her lips that were flushed and swollen from pleasuring him. “You may have satisfied my Beast, but you have yet to satisfy me, and I will be much more demanding.”
“Bring it on,” she challenged, desire flowing through her along with just a sliver of trepidation. Refusing to let him see it, she captured his finger with her mouth, but instead of sucking it, as she knew he expected, she bit down hard enough to leave a mark.
“You will pay for that, little Aud-um, with screams of pleasure,” he promised, pulling his finger away.
“Promises, promises,” she couldn’t keep from taunting.
“I always keep my promises,” he growled, then lowering his head he attacked her neck. He hadn’t been able to stop his Beast from emerging after she raked her teeth over his cock, but now his Beast was satisfied and content to stay in the background, and watch as Kirall satisfied Autumn.
“Oh,” Autumn couldn’t stop the cry from escaping as he sucked at the juncture of her neck. It had her toes curling and her channel flooding with need even as she struggled to free her hands.
“That’s it,” he growled against her skin. “Give me your sounds, Autumn.”
“More,” she countered. “Give me more.”
Kirall snarled at her challenge, and pulled his mouth away to glare down at her. “Be careful what you ask for, Autumn.”
“I’m only asking for you, Kirall.”
Kirall couldn’t express what her words did to him. He knew she wasn’t referring to him in just his Other form, but also to his Beast, and to his Dragon. Never had a female expressed that to him before. It caused his Heat to burn even hotter and made him want to bite her, to mark her as his.
Instead, he ran his hand down her body stopping only long enough to tease each breast by squeezing, pinching, and pulling on each nipple, leaving them as achy and needing as he had been when they’d grazed his chest. Reaching the already soaked curls that guarded her nest, he played with them moving closer and closer to her clit, but never quite touching it.
“Kirall!” Autumn cried out in frustration, trying to move her hips so she could get him to touch her where she needed him to.
“Oh no, Autumn,” his finger stayed but a hair’s breadth away from her clit. “This time I control the pleasure.”
“Then give me some!” she all but screamed.
“You are a demanding little Other, aren’t you?” Kirall found he liked that, that she was willing to tell him what she wanted instead of just accepting what he gave. “Tell me what you want.”
“My clit! Please touch it. I need… Oh!” She found she couldn’t speak as his rough finger did exactly as she asked, but only for a single firm stroke. “Kirall!”
“I gave you what you wanted, Autumn.” His lips smirked slightly as he looked down at her flushed face. “Was it not enough?”
“You know it wasn’t!” Even though her arms were secured over her head and her legs were trapped by one of his, she still glared at him.
“Then tell me what you want. I want to hear it.” He lowered his face so close to hers that for a moment she thought he was going to kiss her.
“I want to hear what you want, Autumn. Want to hear what you need, and then I want to hear your pleasure when I give it to you.”
“But I…” she slammed her mouth shut.
Kirall pulled back slightly, frowning down at her. Where had his demanding, challenging female suddenly gone?
“But you what?” he asked gently, nearly cooing as he refused to let her break eye contact. “Tell me, Autumn.”
“I don’t know how to…tell you that is…I’ve never…only with you.”
Kirall’s Heat flared at her words. She had been an innocent until him. It was something he kept forgetting because of her fearlessness. The sounds she had given him so far were honest and true, satisfying him even while they increased his desire, but she needed his guidance if he wanted more, for both of them.
“Do you want me to play with your clit?” He watched her eyes flare with desire as he spoke. “To rub and caress it until it is so swollen with need that it feels like it will burst?”
“Yes,” she immediately replied breathlessly.
“Then you shall have it, little one.” He began to circle her clit again, teasing it with first light then firmer strokes with each pass.
Autumn let out a moan, her hips moving, chasing his finger to keep it on her clit.
“That’s it, Autumn,” he rewarded her moan by stroking her clit, “let me hear your pleasure.”
Autumn writhed under Kirall’s touch feeling every muscle in her body tightening as he stroked her clit faster and faster. Her breasts ached and her back arched up offering them to Kirall.
“Should I suckle them, Autumn?” he asked gruffly. “Should I take them as deep into my mouth as you did my cock?”
“God, yes!” she cried out, then closed her eyes, crying out again when he did just that. God, nothing had ever felt as good as him consuming her breast, as feeling him sucking and nipping at it. Her womb clenched in response and heat filled her entire body. She was so close she just needed…something.
Kirall could scent her growing passion, could feel it in the way her entire body tightened, searching for release. Lifting his mouth, he heard her cry out in protest.
“Kirall!”
“Look at me, Autumn!” he ordered.<
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Kirall’s order, along with his hot breath flowing over her wet nipple, had her eyes flying open to be captured by his.
“You will give me your pleasure, Autumn, and you will give it to me now!” With that final order he used the points of his teeth and bit down on the turgid tip of her nipple.
That small bit of pain was all that Autumn needed, and all the tension that had been building in her body released. “Kirall!” she cried out.
Kirall heard his Beast howl his approval as Autumn cried out her pleasure. It was the first she had willingly given them, and while it satisfied his Beast, Kirall’s cock was still filled with heat.
Rolling on top of her, he braced himself up on one arm. Fitting his hips between her legs, he set his cock at her entrance.
“Autumn…” he growled, taking in her pleasure-flushed skin, swollen lips, and the reddened tips of her heaving breasts. She was the very image of a satisfied female. Slowly she raised her thick lashes revealing slumberous eyes.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He felt a deep satisfaction as those eyes widened, then immediately filled with desire, as his cock nudged her nest.
“Yes, Kirall,” she begged eagerly.
Kirall wanted to howl at her ready acceptance. Not releasing her gaze, he slowly pushed inside her still pulsating channel, wondering how he’d held off for so long. Her channel was so slick from her release, so hot that it drove his heat even higher.
Once she had taken all of him, he began to thrust with…deep…hard…thrusts that had her crying out with pleasure.
“Yes, Kirall. More.”
Her breathless demands had him thrusting even deeper, hitting that spot that had her crying out, and her legs wrapped around his hips.
“Kirall.” This time the pleading in her voice had him pausing to frown at her. “I want to touch you.”
“Then do it!” he ordered gruffly.
“You have my hands,” she reminded him pulling down on her arms.
Kirall felt the tug and looked up, surprised to find he still restrained her. He hadn’t realized…
The moment Kirall’s grip eased, she sunk her hands into his hair and pulled his face down so they were nose-to-nose.
“Now fuck me!” she ordered. “Make me come again.”
“Oh, little Aud-um,” he growled, starting to thrust again, harder and deeper, “you are in so much trouble now.”
Never in his life had Kirall been so challenged. Never had he been so determined to meet that challenge and then surpass it. The feel of Autumn’s hands in his hair, of her nails scraping his scalp… It had his arms sliding under her, supporting his weight as his hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her down to meet his thrusting hips.
Autumn was lost in a haze of pleasure. Never had anyone wanted her like this, needed her like this. She had been alone for so long…had been so cold, but now Kirall was filling her with heat, helping her come back to life, and even if it were only for a day she would take it. She would take all of it.
The orgasm broke over her without warning when Kirall thrust against that spot deep inside her then twisted his hips.
“Kirall!” she cried out, her head tipping back as her nails dug deeper into his scalp.
Kirall felt like the God, Kur, as Autumn cried out his name, her channel clamping down on him. But he wanted more, wanted it for her, wanted it for him, and he would have it!
Refusing to let her demanding channel pull his release from him, Kirall shifted his position. Bracing himself on his hands, he continued thrusting, driving her even higher.
“Kirall!”
“More, Autumn! Give me more!” he demanded continuing to plunge in and out of her channel, sweat streaming down his back. He needed to give her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced. He needed to prove to her that he could. That he was worthy of her sounds.
Autumn couldn’t believe the raw ecstasy flooding her body at the new position and felt another orgasm building. Tightening her legs around him, her nails dug into his shoulders, searching for her release.
“Yes, Kirall! That’s it! More! I’m so close!”
With each exclamation, Kirall hit that spot, and Autumn was sure her eyes were rolling back in her head.
Kirall could feel his balls tightening, pulling up tight against his body, and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off his release this time.
“Now, Autumn!” he ordered. “Come again now!”
The climax that tore through Autumn was so brutal that it stole her breath, and all she could do was whimper as her body seized.
With one final deep thrust, Kirall’s release exploded from him, leaving him so weak in its aftermath that he barely remembered to roll onto his back so he didn’t crush Autumn as his cock swelled.
Chapter Six
When Autumn finally came back to herself, she found she was lying half on and half off Kirall. A leg intertwined with his as she listened to the beat of his heart that had finally steadied, her hand absently caressing his chest. Never in her life had she believed she would ever experience anything like that. It went beyond words, and she knew she was forever changed.
“I understand now,” she murmured.
“Understand what?” Kirall asked, just as quietly. He’d wrapped his arms around Autumn when he’d rolled and now he couldn’t make himself release her, even though the swelling in his cock had gone down, and he had slipped out of her. He wanted to keep her close, needed to for some reason. One of his hands played with the ends of her hair, while the other made small circles along her hip.
“Why we’re not allowed to remember.” She lifted her head propping her chin up on his chest so she could look at him. “There’s no way a human male could ever compete with that.”
Kirall’s hands stilled at the thought of her even thinking about joining with a human male. Both his Beast and Dragon agreed and growled loudly at the thought. She was theirs.
But was she?
If the Healer was able to alter her memories, even though she hadn’t taken the bolus, then he would have to let her go. But if he couldn’t, what was he going to do?
‘Take her with them!’ came the immediate answer from his Beast and Dragon, and he could. She was similar enough to an Other that she could survive on his planet. She could stay in his home, high up in the Papier Mountains, where he could protect and care for her. He would have a fight on his hands for taking her, but he would win because his Autumn was worth it.
Would she be willing to go? Or would she want to stay here, surrounded by all she knew? He needed to find out, but how without letting her know what he was considering? Her next words gave him the chance to find out.
“Will you tell me more about you and your world?” she asked.
He didn’t immediately answer, wanting to give the impression he needed to think about it, when inside he was thanking Kur. “Only if you tell me about you and your world.”
Her eyes turned serious as they looked at him and he could see she was carefully thinking over her answer.
“Alright, I guess that’s fair.”
Kirall wanted to roar his success, but he should have known his little Aud-um wouldn’t make it that easy.
“But nothing concerning my scars,” she added.
“But…”
“No, Kirall, everything else but that. I…I just can’t. It hurts too much to talk about. Okay?”
Kirall gazed deep into her eyes, wanting to argue, but what he saw there… such sadness… such pain…and even…fear, had him realizing that this was about more than just what had harmed her. He would eventually find out. He had to, but she needed to tell him willingly.
“Alright,” he slowly agreed, “but if you decide you wish to tell me, I will listen.”
“Not going to happen, but thank you,” she told him with a grateful smile.
“So what do you wish to know?” he asked.
“Tell me more about where you are from,” she started. “What did you call it?”
; “My world is called Mondu, but my home is high in the Papier mountain range.”
“Don’t you get lonely?”
“I enjoy my solitude, especially after living my first hundred years in my parents’ home.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Only mated pairs can have offspring. Since my parents found each other later in their lives than most, they felt they needed to have as many young as they could, as quickly as they could.”
“How many?”
“Seven in just over one hundred years.”
“Seven in a hundred years. That doesn’t seem quick to me.”
“That is because you don’t know Dragoons. Most only have offspring once every fifty to one hundred years, because until a young Dragoon is able to shift into their Dragon form, they are vulnerable to attack and must be fiercely protected by their parents.”
“When are they able to shift?”
“Not until their fiftieth year.”
“I see, so your parents had seven.”
“Yes. I am the oldest.”
“And you lived with your parents until you were one hundred?”
“Yes. A Dragoon is not allowed to leave his parents’ home until he is considered fully grown and able to survive on his own.”
“And that happens when?”
“When he has gone through his first Heat.”
“At one hundred years.”
“Around that time, yes. Many will still stay with their parents long past that, but I found my brothers and sisters very irritating and left as soon as I could.”
“That’s terrible!” She pushed up and away from him. “You should appreciate your family! What if they were suddenly taken from you?” Her words came out harsher than she intended.
“I do appreciate them,” he sat up too, surprised at the intensity of her words. “I only moved to the next mountain range over, Autumn, so I could be close in case my father ever needed my help in protecting them. But I could no longer live there with all the disarray they created.”
“Disarray?”
“Yes. Young Dragoons are always testing themselves when they acquire a new skill. After their first shift, they are not always able to control their fire. My brother, Zeb, routinely sent out bursts of it whenever he laughed. One set my sister, Nixie’s, hair on fire, and she nearly burnt the house down around us as she chased him, spitting fire the whole way. Zeb was lucky father was there to stop her from incinerating him.”
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