by Naomi Sparks
I let her have her fun for a bit, then a growl rumbles up inside me, and I pushed her down onto her back, moving atop her. Saphira's deep, brown, eyes go wide in surprise as her arms wrap around me again. I kiss her even harder as I push my hips down and forward, grinding it against her pussy. With only our underwear separating us, it's heavenly. Saphira starts moaning into my mouth as I move my hips back and forth, driving her just as crazy as she'd driven me just a few moments again.
My cock is hard, twitching, and throbbing, but I'm in full control now. What I've been craving is right at my fingertips and there's no way I'm going to let it all end before I get there. Right now, it's all about showing Saphira, who's in control.
Saphira's fingers dig into my back as she wraps her legs around me as well. She pulls our bodies tight together, lifting herself off the ground at the same time. She wants this just as badly as I do. We both need this.
I reach down and finger her panties for a moment. But instead of gently sliding them down her legs, I yank them, the thin fabric easily tearing beneath my grip, and I pull them off her. Saphira's eyes go wide, but she kisses me even harder. My heart hammers in my chest, knowing I'm now one step closer to getting what I so desperately crave.
I grind against her again. Her pussy quivers as my cock slides up and down it, with only a single layer of thin cloth separating the two of us. My cock is like stone now, and if I keep this up, it very well might tear right through my underwear. I don't even care if it does. I'd already ripped hers off, now I'm tempted to tear mine off and make love to her, hard and fast.
But that's not how I want our first time together to be. I want it hard and fast, sure, but I want it to be tender and loving, too. I don't want it to just be primal rutting, like we're nothing more than two animals in heat. We're better than that. We can have so much more fun than that!
Quickly though, I shove my boxers down, then toss them outside. My cock springs up against my abs with an audible thwack, showing just how aroused I am. It's twitching in time with my heartbeat, and I can't wait to feel it sliding inside her. Can't wait to feel her squirming beneath me as she gets closer and closer to the point of no return.
Finally, I break the kiss. Saphira whimpers as we lock eyes with each other. I can see the fire and lust in her gaze, and even though I can tell she wants this, I need to hear it from her. I've already committed one taboo tonight by biting her without her permission. I need to hear the words from her mouth this time. "Are you ready?" I ask.
At first, she just nods. Then, I lean forward and start kissing and suckling at her neck, working my way from one side to the other. She starts to whimper and squirm, her breathing coming in short gasps now.
"Say it," I whisper into her ear. "Let me hear you say it."
Saphira moans again, squirming even more. "Please... Bren... I need this..."
That's all I need to hear, the permission to give her what we both want. I kiss her again, wanting to feel her moan into my mouth as it happens. Saphira's arms immediately go around my neck, pulling me tight against her. Clearly, she doesn't want me breaking the kiss again, which is just fine by me since I have no intention of breaking it. I want to spend the rest of my life kissing her, just like this.
Using one hand to brace my body above hers, I reach down with the other to take hold of my cock. I stroke myself a few times, shuddering at how fucking good it feels to give in and touch myself. A small part of me wants to just keep stroking until I've covered her in my seed. But the rest of me knows just how much better it will be to save it until I'm balls deep inside her, filling her with my seed instead.
At no point do I even think of stopping to find us protection. The thought doesn't even enter my mind.
Instead, I point my cock at her entrance and slowly lower my hips until the head comes into contact with her. Both of us moan at the same time, our bodies shaking. We've barely gotten started, and yet it already feels like we're both right on the edge now. But we're both stubborn, and no way is it going to end just yet. We need this, crave this. It's deeper than just a physical need now.
There's no way either of us can back away.
So, I push forward, my cock sliding easily into her. Between my precum and her juices, she's slippery and warm, her body more than willing to accept my cock. When I meet some resistance, I freeze, as the implication reaches my brain. Not only will this be our first time together but it will be her first time. Period.
Saphira is a virgin.
My heart starts to hammer even faster. I should stop, should pull out and finish us off with my hands and mouth. I could give her an amazing orgasm just from licking her pussy. Won't that be a better option than popping her cherry? Her first time should be something special, not some spur of the moment thing when we're both too horny to even see straight.
But before I can pull my hips back, Saphira lifts hers off the ground. She moans into my mouth as my cock goes deeper inside her, breaking her cherry and continuing until my full length is impaled inside her. She squirms and moans, her fingers digging into me again.
I nearly pass out right then and there. She's warm and tight, the sensations so much more intense than I'd ever imagined. Combining that with the knowledge I'm her first, it sends my entire body spiraling. My heart is beating even faster, like I'm on the verge of having a heart attack. I need to stop, need to take a moment's break to get myself under control.
But I can't. Not only will Saphira's grip not let me pull away from her, but I don't want to. I want to keep going, want to give her the fucking of her life. My hips start to move of their own accord, pulling back until my cock was just barely inside her. Then, I slam forward this time, knocking the air out of Saphira's lungs. Over and over, I repeat the same motions, building myself into a rhythm.
Saphira twines her legs around my waist, clinging to me, not letting go for anything as she continues to moan into my mouth. Her body is hot, dripping in sweat. Her scent has completely filled my tent now, and I breathe in deep, letting it wash over me. I love the way she smells, especially when she's all hot and sweaty and aroused.
It's intoxicating and just makes me move even faster, fuck her even harder. I try to keep my breathing slow and steady, hoping it'll keep my body from exploding all at once, but it's hard. My heart continues to pound a mile a minute. Fucking Saphira is more intense of a workout than any actual workout I've ever done. She does things to my body that I can't even explain.
I have to squeeze my eyes shut, try to block out some of my senses. It's all so overwhelming, and I'm not sure how much more I can handle. But I'm not done yet. Not by a long shot.
Soon, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the small tent. We're both moaning as we struggle to maintain our kiss. Her body isn't the only one coated in sweat now. I can feel the beads slowly sliding down my body.
My muscles start to ache as they go into overdrive. My cock becomes a jackhammer, pistoning in and out of Saphira. Her fingernails bite into the soft flesh of my back, but even that doesn't slow me down. I just keep fucking her. Nothing else matters at that moment. Even if Amasis launched a full-scale attack against the camp right then, I doubt I'd be able to stop fucking Saphira.
But no matter how badly I want this to last forever, I know it's too much to ask for. The fire building up deep inside me fills me until I hit my breaking point. Then, I slam my hips forward one last time, pushing my cock into her as deep as I can go. I break the kiss and groan out, the sound comes out in a deafening roar, seeming to shake the tent around us.
As my cock explores inside her, Saphira moans out almost as loud as I do. Her body starts to convulse, her pussy clamping down around my cock like a vice, trying to milk every last drop of cum out of my balls.
My vision goes white, my hearing turning to static. For a few moments, it's like every single one of my senses goes blank. The world literally does not exist around me anymore. And I don't care, at all. The only thing I care about is Saphira, hoping this all feels just as amazi
ng for her as it does for me.
Then, far too quickly, I come crashing back to Earth. My entire body aches as I suck in deep lungfuls of air. My heart is still racing, my body shaking. It feels like I've just finished the most intense workout of my life. It's all I can do not collapse on top of Saphira and crush her beneath my weight. It doesn't help that she's still clinging to me, the quickly cooling sweat practically cementing us together.
When, she lets go and slides away from me. I fight back a whimper. I miss the close contact. When I lay back down on the bedspread, I want to pull her back to me, bring us closer together again. I want to fall asleep with her in my arms. But judging by the way she lays over at the far edge of the tent, her back to me, I don't think she wants that.
I lay there and stare up at the dark ceiling of the tent, wondering what just happened. Did I really make love to Saphira like that? No matter how much I think over everything, it's hard to accept all of that had just happened. I'd sworn to myself I would be able to keep myself under control, that there were lines I wouldn't cross. Except now I'm pretty sure I crossed every single one of them.
I know, in the moment, Saphira wanted that just as much as I did. But now, as I look over at her bare back, curled up as far away as she can get inside my small tent, I'm wondering what she's thinking. Does she regret letting me take her like that, letting me make love to her? Because, no matter how I look at it, that's exactly what we did.
It wasn't just fucking. It was so much more than that.
Saphira is so much more than that.
As I lay there, I can't think of a single thing to say to her. There's so much I want to express, but I can't figure out how to put those feelings and thoughts into words. So instead of saying something stupid and pissing her off, I just keep my mouth shut, closing my eyes and finally let sleep overtake me once again.
7
Saphira
Sleep comes in short bursts for the rest of the night. My body aches to be nearer to Bren, but I can't bring myself to move to lay beside him again. After everything that's happened, I'm having a hard time sorting out my emotions. I'm a complete wreck, lying in the dark, with everything that happened tonight on replay inside my head.
I wanted it — no doubt about that. Physically, my body ached for him, needed him. Nothing short of feeling Bren's cock inside me was going to sate my needs. But now that it's over, I can't believe I went through with it. I'd never been with a man before, not like that. Now that I crossed that line with him, I'm not sure how I'm ever going to be able to walk away. Soon, I'll have to return to my Father's side. Not only will that mean leaving Bren behind, it means I fight against him and his friends.
I want to run away with Bren, just the two of us, and live somewhere alone. Somewhere we'll be safe, just the two of us. We can be together without worrying about anything else. But when I glance over at his sleeping form, I know that it's a silly fantasy. No way would Bren leave Lex and the others behind. They mean too much to him to just walk away from.
In a way, I admire that. He's considerate and loyal, both good traits to have in a mate. But I can't help but think about what that means for the two of us. The way things are going, we'll be fighting each other soon enough. And I don't know how I'm going to be able to do that. How can I fight against the man I love so much? Because, after what we just experienced together, I know it's love I feel for Bren.
I can't explain it, don't understand it, but I love Bren. I love him so much it hurts.
I've only felt like this once before in my life, and I'd been too weak and foolish back then. That weakness, that foolishness, cost him his life. It had been a doomed relationship from the start, I know that now, but that doesn't make me feel any better. My relationship with Bren isn't any less doomed just because he happens to be a dragon.
It makes everything that much more difficult.
I wonder if I can convince all of them how foolish going against Father is. Maybe I can reason with them, convince them to abandon this quest and just go somewhere to live in peace, away from Amasis and the Clutch. Most of them have mates now. Maybe I can use that as leverage, make them understand the risk this foolish war entails for their mates.
That's the only thing I can think of that might keep Bren and the others safe. Because, no matter how badly they believe in their cause, I know it's doomed. They can't stand against Father.
Before, that thought didn't bother me nearly as much as it does now. As I lay there, even if I can keep Bren safe, I know he'd be devastated over the loss of his friends. I'm just not sure I can protect them all. They won't turn back to Father's side, they can't win, and I doubt they'll listen to me and go into hiding. No matter how I look at it, I can't see how this ends well.
The sun is streaming in through the tent, and I don't feel like I've slept at all, yet I have more energy than ever before. Sitting up, I stretch and look for Bren, but the tent is empty. I frown at his empty bedroll, wondering where he went. I'm still naked from last night, and when I stand to find my clothes, I notice the shackle on my wrist is gone. It'd been there last night, though the other end wasn't attached to anything. But now it's completely gone.
I rub the spot on my wrist, wondering what this means. Without Bren here to watch me, I can easily sneak out of the tent, run a distance away, shift, and fly off to warn Father. But instead, I stay rooted to the spot, staring at my discarded pants.
That had been my goal before.
But what's my goal now?
As I slowly redress, I'm still not sure what my answer is. My goal is to protect Bren and his friends, but I don't know what that means. I can't go against Father. Even if I want to, I don't stand a chance. I'm not strong enough to tip the scales in their favor. Siding with them will only mean dying alongside them.
I'm not ready to die yet. That much I know for sure. There's still so much in the word that I want to explore and experience. These emotions warring inside me are so different than anything before. Even my previous relationship didn't have my heart fluttering like this, didn't put my entire body in constant turmoil.
Briefly, I wonder if maybe fated mates really are a thing. It's something I've never truly ever believed. I've always known an arranged marriage is in my future, once Amasis determines who is best suited to be my mate. Even if fated mates were a thing, I knew it would never matter for me. I'd never get to choose my own mate. It made pursuing romantic interests pointless since none of them would end up mattering in the end. The only thought I'd given to my future mate was hoping it won't be Meroe or Yin, since they both make my skin crawl.
Now though... The thought of running off with Bren is very appealing. I slip on the rest of my clothes, without underwear, which is in tatters in a pile of things we'd tossed off in our little romp. Once I have dressed, I step out of the tent.
The camp is abuzz with activity. Some are eating, and others are packing everything up, and the sun is barely over the horizon. The Fae are lively, I'll give them that much.
I don't see Bren or any of the other Fire Riders nearby, and I scan the area. After everything we'd done last night, I expected him to still be in the tent when I awoke. I didn't expect to wake up alone with no idea where he'd gone. Now, I only want to hunt him down.
A day ago, I couldn't wait to be rid of him.
One of the Fae women stops me as I'm wandering around. Katia's sister, Lysandra, asks genuinely, "Can I help you find something?"
I frown at her. After everything we've been through, I find it hard to believe she's friendly with me. We should be enemies, and she's acting like I'm her best friend. I ask, "Have you seen Bren?"
"Oh yes, he's with the other over there," she says happily. She points across the camp, and I thank her before heading off in that direction.
The Fire Riders are bustling around, helping the Fae pack things up. They are focused on organizing the weaker Fae. For a moment, I just watch, trying to process everything. None of the dragons I know would ever think to help a lowly Fae pack an
d load onto trailers and trucks. It is also a surprise to see the Fae using modern vehicles, but traveling in wagons or caravans couldn't keep up with the Fire Riders on motorcycles. They probably can't manage to move by magic either, since Father has captured a number of their people.
Bren spots me as he sets a crate down on the back of a trailer. He smiles, then walks over. He makes my heart skip more than a few beats. "Hey, how'd you sleep?" he asks.
"Fine," I say with a shrug, not wanting him to know I was annoyed to wake up alone. I look around at all the organized chaos. "What's going on? Packing up already?"
Bren nods. He gives me a sad smile, "Getting ready to head for Nevada. Since the Fae weren't here, we need to get out there as soon as we can."
My heart seems to stop beating. This is what I was worried about. Father and his men will all be in Nevada. If Bren and the others try to storm the compound, they'll be killed or captured. I can't risk that happening. I need to do something.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I ask, biting my bottom lip. I struggle to think of something I can do to convince him to stay here, but nothing comes to mind. Nothing I say will convince him. He's too loyal, too good-hearted. He won't just abandon the plan to rescue the Fae.
"Of course it is," Lex says coming up behind me.
I jump at the sound of his voice, whirling around to look at him. Lex is frowning at me, but he doesn't seem malicious. Nor does he even ask why I'm walking around free today. I wonder if he heard us last night and if he knows what Bren and I did. But if he does, he doesn't say anything.
"If that's where the Fae are being held, then that's where we need to go." The way Lex looks at me tells me he still blames me for what happened that day. Not that I can fault him for that. I was part of it. I can also tell he's challenging me, trying to make me give him a reason why we shouldn't go.