“Look at me, Ava,” Damon commanded as he cupped her breasts, the heat coming from his palms making her nipples ache.
She brought her gaze to his in the mirror’s reflection, blinking back the overwhelming desire rushing through every part of her. She sucked in a breath and swallowed her sigh.
“You don’t need to be quiet anymore. When we’re alone, I want to hear you.” He chose that moment to stroke his thumbs across her nipples. She couldn’t have contained her moan if she’d wanted to. Pleasure zinged from her breasts all the way down to her clit.
He rolled the tight peak between his thumb and finger, continuing the onslaught until she arched her back, wordlessly begging for more. Between her legs, the throb pounded, deep and steady. Ava squeezed her thighs together. Whether it was to add to the sensation or to keep herself from tumbling over the edge into bliss, she couldn’t be sure.
The last thing she wanted was to come right then. Damon had barely caressed her, and she hadn’t touched him at all, but her traitorous body continued to climb that steep slope, taking her closer to the edge with every breath she drew.
“Why didn’t you let yourself come today, mate? After the bath, when the other women had enjoyed several orgasms already, you held back.”
Did he expect her to think when he fingered her flesh, plucking and strumming her body beyond distraction? Whatever was in that cream she had applied, it worked. Her breasts had never been so sensitive. Pleasure swept through her with each tender pinch and roll. He tugged her right nipple a little harder, and she gasped.
“Why, Ava?” he insisted.
“I didn’t want anyone else to see me do that…or hear me,” she finally managed, her voice raspy with the desire coursing through her.
A soft growl rumbled from him, vibrating against her back. “Good. Your pleasure is mine. Only mine. I will not share you. But you have no reason to deny your body now.”
Keeping his gaze on hers, he brought his lips to her neck. The gentle scrape of his teeth against her skin sent white hot pleasure whipping through her. A small whimper rose from her throat as she fought the inevitable.
Damon wrapped one arm around her waist, pressing his cock more firmly against her as he thrust forward. There was no mistaking his size or the fact that he was massively erect. Along with a sliver of fear, a shiver of anticipation rushed through her.
“Come for me, mate,” he growled against her skin as he plucked both nipples at once.
Unable to deny the need filling every cell in her body, Ava yielded to his demand. Her pussy clenched and released in hard spasms around nothing, the pleasure of her climax making her knees weak, but Damon held on, keeping her upright when she would have otherwise crumpled.
When Damon thrust his hips forward again, she pressed back, wanting the contact as much as he did. The orgasm had been wonderful, but she needed more.
“That was the sexiest damned thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he murmured against her skin as she came down from her climax. “Now, let’s see what we can do about getting your body ready for me.”
Stepping out of his arms, she turned to face Damon.
“May I?” she asked as she cast him a quick glance. There was no mistaking that Damon was an alpha through and through, which pleased her wolf to no end, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t chase what she desired. Still clothed only from the waist down since he’d given her his shirt to wear back to the tower from the arena, he looked good enough to eat, but she wanted to see him as he’d seen her.
Hard ridges defined every muscle in his chest and abdomen. Thick, and strong, his arms bulged with his movements. If the rest of him was anything like what she could already see, she might pass out from the sheer beauty of him.
His eyebrows quirked up. “Do as you wish, Ava. I’m yours.”
Ignoring the tremble in her fingers, she reached for his waistband. The button slipped from its hole without issue, but with his cock pressing so tight into the front of his pants, she couldn’t get the zipper down without fear of hurting him. The more she tried, the hotter her cheeks became.
“Let me,” he finally said, his voice a deep caress she felt all the way to her soul. It only took a moment for him to manage what she hadn’t been able to and get rid of his pants, but as soon as he did, she stepped back.
He wasn’t just big. He was massive, both in length and in girth. There was no way that was fitting inside her. He’d split her in two. She swallowed hard and forced her gaze back to his.
“That’s what we have the cocora cream for, love. I know you had reservations about using it, but it is necessary.” Damon remained where he was, waiting.
She had little choice in the matter, and even if she did, she was determined to fulfill the agreement she’d made. The contract was clear. They had to consummate the mating before the gathering that evening. Her heart raced, and breathing was a chore burning her lungs, but she nodded and went closer.
He brought his hands up, cupping her cheeks, and covered her mouth with his. The tender kiss melted her fear, stealing the panic consuming her, leaving behind a simmering heat.
With his lips on hers, he slid his hands down her back to her hips. As smooth as the silk in his grip, he slid the gown up to her waist, then to her chest, only breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over her head, leaving her bare in his arms.
Goose bumps raced across her heated flesh. When Damon lowered his hand to her hips and stepped back, he brought her with him to the bed. She hissed out a breath at the cool satin sheet on her back when he lowered her to the mattress. It was as though every part of her was hypersensitive.
Damon followed her down, caging her with his weight resting on his elbows. He settled between her parted thighs, and a whimper slipped past her lips. She may never have had sex with a man, but her body knew what it wanted—what it needed.
With a roll of his pelvis, he ground his hard shaft against her.
“Yes, please,” she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard.
Damon repeated the move, making them both moan. “We have to get you ready first, little wolf.” He reached for the wooden phallus next to her.
Ava gasped. She had forgotten about the stupid thing.
“Will you let me do that? Will you allow me to bring you pleasure as I prepare you for my cock?”
With his face so close to hers, there was nowhere for her to hide. His green eyes brightened with the magic of his dragon, the pupils going from round to elongated as his beast assessed her. He took a slow breath, his nostrils flaring. Her nipples tightened, and her pussy clenched at the display.
She still didn’t relish the idea of the phallus going inside her before her mate did.
“Yes,” she finally agreed.
“I’d warm you up before doing anything like this, but you’re already hot, aren’t you?”
He thrust his hips again, and she moaned as the sensation washed over her. She’d just had an orgasm, but her body wasn’t appeased. “Please, I need more,” she begged, not caring that she sounded desperate. She was.
Damon rolled off her, taking his steady weight from her body. “We’ll do this together.”
He twisted the lid from the red jar and flung it aside, the lid bouncing off the mattress to land on the floor, before handing her the container.
“Dip your fingers in,” he instructed. Ava’s heart rate spiked at his gravelly tone.
She pressed two fingers into the cream, coating their tips in white.
“More,” he demanded.
She did as he asked, then glanced at him. He shook his head, and she went in again, this time, getting a generous dollop before retreating.
“Now, spread it over the head. That’s where you want most of it. Apply a thin layer to the shaft.” Each word he uttered was deeper than the rest. Against her thigh, his cock jerked, and a moist warmth spilled onto her skin where the head rested.
Damon might be more experienced, and certainly more knowledgeable, but he wasn’t as unaffe
cted as she’d expected he might be.
She licked her lips as she brought her fingers to the phallus. His gaze followed the path of her tongue. With a boldness she hadn’t known she possessed, she applied most of the cream she’d collected, coating the wooden cock head. She took her time, twirling her fingers first one way around the ribbed base, then the other. Damon didn’t say a word—didn’t utter a sound—but his body was as taut as a bowstring against her, and his breaths shortened. She stroked the tip of one finger across the top, caressing it more so than spreading the cocora cream.
“That’s enough,” Damon growled. The sound rumbled right to her core. “Now the shaft.”
Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she coated her palm with the bit of cream still on her fingers. She wrapped her hand around the base just above where Damon held the phallus and slowly stroked up to the head.
Another jerk of his cock against her thigh accompanied Damon’s moan. He watched, almost transfixed as she slid her hand up and down three times, before halting her. “That’s perfect.”
Teasing the dragon had been more than fun; it had been sensual. The throb in her clit intensified almost to the point of discomfort. “I’m ready,” she said when he didn’t move right away, needing whatever was coming more than her next breath.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She gulped. The phallus wasn’t nearly as big as his cock was, but it wasn’t small by anyone’s standards, either. With a shaky breath, she let her knees fall apart, giving him all the room he needed.
“I’ll go slow. Being your first time, it’s going to be a tight fit. Tell me if it hurts.”
Unable to find her words, she nodded.
Ava jumped at the cool feel of the cream-covered phallus as he pressed the head of it at her opening, but Damon held steady. “I’m going in now.”
Her eyes drifted shut and her breath caught in her throat. A slight burn—more like a heated tingle—accompanied the phallus as he pushed it inside her. The wood warmed with her body heat. With slow and steady pressure, Damon pushed it deeper until the head met her base, leaving a few inches still protruding from her body. She gasped as little quivers raced along the flesh surrounding the phallus, blooming into pleasure that pulsed and grew.
“How’s that?” he asked, his voice strangled.
Ava opened her eyes, blinking them into focus. “So good,” she answered in the only way she could—truthfully.
A muscle jumped in Damon’s jaw. He blew a breath out on a hiss. “I want to take my time, Ava. Heaven knows I do, but I may not be able to.”
His eyes reverted to the dragon slits, and a rumble came from his chest again. Her she-wolf responded with a growl of her own. Ava came up to meet Damon, capturing his lips with her kiss.
The taste of him on her tongue and the press of his hand on her hip were almost enough to send her careening over the edge of an orgasm. Never had she experienced such delicious pleasure.
“You need to come, don’t you, love?” he asked when he broke their kiss. Without waiting for her answer, he brought his mouth to her breast and laved her nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips. At the same time, he stroked his hand from her hips to her pussy. With the pad of his finger, he mimicked the circular pattern around her clit.
Her entire body tensed. With the phallus deep inside her and his tongue and fingers strumming her body like a fine instrument, she crested over the edge. Her sighs and gasps filled the room, but she was powerless to stop them. Her pussy clamped around the phallus, driving her desire higher. Only when the waves of ecstasy waned did the suction Damon had on her nipple ease and his finger stop caressing her.
“The next time you come, it’ll be all over my cock,” he told her, his eyes holding the promise his words had delivered.
8
Damon held on to his dragon by a thread. Hearing Ava come apart had driven the beast to the surface. It needed its mate—now. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his cock jump. If it weren’t for the fact that he wanted to fill her body with his seed, marking every part of her with his scent, he might have lost control entirely and come like a fucking youngling just by witnessing her pleasure.
Her chest heaved as she drew in hungry breaths, enticing him further. He blew over the tip, reddened by his sucking, and she moaned again. So responsive. Perfect.
She skated her fingers across his chest. He expected her to be shy or unsure, but the bold move ended with his groan when she grazed a nail on each of his nipples. “How long until I’m ready?” she asked, her voice a throaty whisper that made his balls tighten to the point of pain.
“Very soon. Another minute.” He took a slow breath, willing himself to wait. She was probably ready now, but he wouldn’t chance her discomfort.
He grasped the butt of the phallus and twisted it inside her. Ava’s eyes rounded, and she moaned as they fluttered shut. He pulled it out a few inches, then slid it in again, testing her body. The phallus slid deeper. The last few inches disappeared inside her, and she cried out, thrusting her hips to meet the invasion.
“Please,” she begged.
Her soft plea, combined with the gentle caress of her hands on his chest, he could have handled, but when her nails scored into his skin, adding a tinge of pain to the need pulsing through him, his control evaporated.
He pulled the phallus out, sending it flying, not caring where it landed. He covered her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, thrusting up against his aching cock. “We need to go slow,” he tried to warn her.
“Now,” she demanded.
He tipped his hips, aligning their bodies so the head of his cock nudged at her entrance. Just the feel of her hot, wet folds sent pleasure rushing down his spine and into his balls. The shock of it ran the length of his shaft.
Keeping his gaze trained on her face, he pushed the first inch inside her. The velvet grip of her pussy on the head was almost enough to make him come. Her eyes flew open, and her lips parted on a silent sigh. He breathed her in, seeking fear, pain—anything and everything that might cause her distress—but her scent was pure lust.
Each time he pressed further inside her, she gasped, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders. It wasn’t until he was fully seated that she uttered another sound.
“More,” she said in a breathless tone. Her nails left trails of fire on his back, driving him—and his dragon—wild.
With a measured stroke, he pulled out and then back inside her. The head of his cock bumped at her base in a soft kiss as he stretched her. When he retreated again, her moan filled the room, and she used her legs to pull him in faster—harder.
The tightness surrounding him quivered as he moved. Every stroke squeezed his cock in a grip designed to make him lose himself in her.
Ava writhed beneath him, her breaths coming fast and ragged. She undulated beneath him as he thrust into her, deepening each stroke. He blazed a trail of wet kisses down her neck to her chest. Arching her back, she gave him what he sought. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked. He moaned at the responding clench in her pussy. Years of self-control kept him from spilling his seed—barely. Only when she reached her climax would he allow it to happen. She would milk every drop, pulling it deeper inside her fertile womb. He moaned again as the thought blasted in his mind.
She wound her fingers through his hair, holding him at her breast as he continued his driving strokes deep into her. He sucked at her tit, teasing it with his tongue, then nipping it with his teeth, earning him deeper moans, breathier sighs.
Her pussy pulsed around him. The fiery heat surrounding him making him impossibly harder—bigger.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as she fisted his hair, tugging on the strands.
“Come for me, mate,” he demanded, no longer able to wait.
With a long, drawn-out moan, Ava cried out as her pussy clamped around him. The clench and release around his cock drew pleasure down his spine and into his balls
, right through to his cock. With another deep stroke, he shot the first jet of his come inside her. He fucked into her. Each time he bottomed out, he released more of his seed until her body melted beneath him and he was empty.
When he could move, he rolled, taking her with him so that her slight weight rested on him. He clamped his arms around her back, locking her in place. If his mate thought to escape—though she made no move to get away—she’d have a struggle on her hands. Thankfully, she nuzzled his chin and neck, then rested her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh.
He thought she’d fallen asleep, but she stroked a hand over his chest and lifted her head to look at him. “Is it always going to be like that?” she asked, not shying away from him.
He shook his head. “No. It’ll get better,” he hastened to add when she frowned.
Her eyebrows lifted. “Really?”
He kissed the tip of her nose and settled her head against his shoulder again. “Yes, really. I’ll get to know what pleases you, and you’ll get to know what pleases me.”
She nodded against him but didn’t say anything more.
“Over the next couple of weeks, your body will react to mine—to my essence. Eventually, we won’t need the cocora cream at all.”
She lifted her head again. “So, the more often we do this, the better?” she asked, her tone hopeful.
Damon couldn’t contain his grin. “That goes without saying. But yes, the more I come inside you, the quicker your body will adjust.”
He glanced at the old-fashioned clock on the bedside table and groaned. “Time to get ready. I’ll have the maid return to attend to you.”
Ava hesitated. She looked like she might say something, then wiggled out of his grip, but not before placing a soft kiss upon his lips. “I don’t need a maid to attend to me. I can get washed and dressed all by myself. Been doing it for years,” she said as she scooted off the bed.
“Be that as it may, you are a queen now. There’s no harm in having someone draw your bath or set out your clothing. Of course, there is another option for your bathing.”
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