by KC Kingmaker
I let out a mock cry and laughed, then returned the favor and splashed him back.
He swam in reverse and I chased him, paddling like a dog to make sure my tits didn’t get above the water line.
Before long, we were both chuckling like kids and we had a good old fashioned water war going on.
When it was all said and done, our bodies were close again. Not as close as when we had kissed, but it would’ve only taken a single flap of my arms to get into his tight, warm embrace.
“What’s it like to fly?” I asked abruptly.
He cocked his head. “That came out of nowhere.”
“Sorry. But how does it feel?”
His eyes squinted in apparent deep thought. After a moment, he said, “Like freedom. It’s the greatest feeling in the world.”
That made me so happy to hear. I could only imagine what it was like being among the clouds, soaring through the heavens with no earthly concerns to bother you. It sounded blissful.
“Gods, I would love to experience that some day.”
“Perhaps you will . . .” he said, trailing off and letting his low baritone smother me in its sexiness.
I was a sopping mess now, and it wasn’t just the pool I was in.
“Actually, it might not be the greatest feeling,” he said.
“What is?” I asked, quite naively.
“This.”
He dashed to me in a single breaststroke and then he was pressed against me. The warmth of his body transferred to my skin and I couldn’t help but grab his bulging biceps in surprise.
Below the water, I felt something rock hard slide against my thigh before pulling away—
I gasped with desire.
His mouth crashed against mine, his head dipping to meet my lips.
Much like the first time, I let it happen. I encouraged it. I had walked right into his trap.
And I didn’t stop him.
I let the urge and pent-up frustration boil over and expel from my body, simmering out in the cresting waves our bodies made as we kissed.
Our tongues danced, each one fighting for dominance, but he was stronger and more possessive than I was.
I took a submissive role and let his tongue rove the inside of my mouth, feeling my roof and teeth and every inch inside me.
A moan escaped my lips and it reverberated in his throat. He grunted in satisfaction.
When he pulled away, I was panting.
He trailed kisses down the nape of my neck and I shivered with delight. His lips nibbled at my shoulder, his saliva warm and enticing, while his hands ventured south, ready to cup my breasts and feel my hard nipples against his fingertips.
And yet . . . this wasn’t right.
I felt like this wasn’t on my own terms. Still.
I jerked and pulled back.
He fixed me with a blank stare, looking just as confused as the first time.
“Coalt, I . . . I’m sorry.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I.” I didn’t owe him an explanation for anything—my body was mine to do with as I pleased. Not his. And yet, I felt like opening up to him and letting everything out.
I couldn’t contain my desire for the dragon shifter much longer, and gods knew I didn’t want to. What was keeping me back?
I was falling for him hard.
If I kept withdrawing, though, I knew I’d scare him off. Maybe he did deserve some kind of explanation.
“What happened to you, Levia?” he asked in the most soothing voice I’d heard yet from the shifter.
“What do you mean?” I said weakly.
“You’ve heard enough about my past. Maybe it’s your turn? Why are you so determined to save those women in Belfue?”
I let out a sharp breath. Had he really connected my hesitance to go forward with him, to that?
“Why don’t you seem to trust anyone? Or men, rather.”
I chewed on my lip, then sucked in my teeth and debated how much to say. I didn’t want to scare him away, and yet—
“No,” I said. “I don’t feel like talking about it.”
He clenched his jaw and nodded firmly. “I won’t pressure you into speaking about things you don’t wish to speak about.”
With that, the need between us vanished.
He swam to the edge of the river and climbed out, giving me an eyeful of his package the whole time.
Gods, he was impressive.
But now wasn’t the time to hit him with any quips about his perfect body or how much I truly wanted him.
I had blown it again.
THAT NIGHT, I WAS TOSSING and turning in my tent, unable to sleep, playing over the past few days’ events. The tent was small but there was still enough room for both of us if we squeezed in . . .
Yet Coalt was outside. The wind moaned against my thin tent. Though it had been a warm day, the temperature had dropped dramatically as night took over.
Even though he had fire inside to warm himself, and furs on top of his body, I still felt guilty for leaving him out there.
And I came to a realization.
I had been asking myself why is this happening to me? and what’s wrong with me? whenever I found myself drawing closer to Coalt.
But rather than ask why, maybe I needed to ask myself why not?
I had been holding myself down and keeping myself back from the get-go. Resisting my feelings and urges. And for what?
If Blythe could slut it up with anyone she ran across in Belfue, why couldn’t I have a little satisfaction of my own? I mean, I knew I needed to stop comparing myself to my best friend. That wasn’t going to help.
But the only person I felt like I was hurting was me.
I’d been defying my own emotions for too long, when there was something clearly drawing Coalt and I together like kindling and sparks.
I wanted things to go up in flames in the best way possible. Or, at the very least, maybe I just needed to get all this raunchiness out of my head.
There was something binding us together more powerful than me—stronger than I could explain.
It had been there since day one, when I’d first laid eyes on the smoldering dragon shifter.
Without second guessing myself this time, I abruptly crawled out of the tent and stood up.
Coalt must’ve heard me because he was already turned toward me, his handsome face poking out the top of the furs he slept under. Or else he’d been listening to me writhing in my tent, coming apart at the seams.
“There’s room in my tent for both of us,” I said casually, but tried to let some sensuality seep into my voice. “If you want.” I shrugged, attempting to sound nonchalant even though I was unreasonably nervous.
I shivered and hugged my arms around my torso. Yeah, it was fucking freezing out here.
All I got out of him was a nod. I couldn’t make out his amber eyes in the darkness.
I sighed, said, “Okay then,” and retreated back to the tent.
And waited.
Minutes later, I felt like I was finally about to doze off after releasing the stressful thoughts from my brain.
And then the tent flap opened.
16
Coalt
I didn’t know what made Levia change her mind but I wanted to give her enough time to think through it, first.
I wasn’t going to be led along like a puppy. If she wanted to send me away a third time, so be it. But I told myself that that would be the end of it.
Even if, deep down, I knew it wouldn’t be. I was only fooling myself.
But she didn’t say “never mind” or “I take it back” or “go away” when I finally pulled back her tent flap and snuck inside. She didn’t say anything, in fact. Not at first.
Levia stared at me with dewy eyes that jittered with nerves or excitement.
She looked so vulnerable and small underneath the fur she used as a blanket. Just barely a lump.
A desperate hunger wrenched through me, clawing at my stomac
h. My primal dragon was eager to get out.
But I kept him in check. It was always a battle balancing my wants and needs. My passion was unbridled—my desire making my cock throb against my thigh and bulge my pants—but my needs were very different.
I would never take advantage of this strong young woman. I asked her, “Are you sure about this?” while standing over her.
In response, she only lifted the empty side of the fur.
It was a dangerous game when my wants and needs blurred together.
I snuggled into the empty spot next to her before I could let my mind take over and conquer me.
It was cozy beneath the fur. The hotness radiating from her body washed over me, even as she went on her side so her back was to me.
I stared at her supple shoulders. They were hunched up like she thought I was going to stroke her. It was almost as if she was waiting to flinch from my touch, and it broke my heart.
She was letting her past control her present—what she thought a man in my position would do.
But then why had she turned her back to me at all? Wouldn’t she rather face me to keep an eye on me, if trust was the issue?
Perhaps she was simply confused about what she wanted. She didn’t want to initiate contact, but she also wasn’t going to shy away from it, or else she wouldn’t have invited me in here. Unless she was just showing kindness?
Above all, I knew I was diving way too deeply trying to figure out what was going through her mind.
With an exasperated sigh, I turned away so we would sleep back to back. Butt to butt.
I was somewhat proud of myself for keeping my dragon in check—for dousing the flames that riled my soul so tirelessly.
My eyelids grew heavy. The warmth of the fur and the proximity of Levia’s body made my muscles relax for the first time all day. Sleep called to me, and within seconds I knew I’d be out—
Then Levia let out an indecipherable murmur. It sounded frustrated. “Urgh, fuck it,” she whispered.
I raised my eyebrows, my back still to her.
Abruptly, a hand landed on my shoulder and pushed down, forcing me onto my back.
I let out a grunt, slightly confused, and then Levia was swinging her leg over my torso so she could straddle me.
My eyes widened, staring up at her beautiful, lithe frame, the glint of fuzzy moonlight silhouetting her body through the tent cloth behind her.
Her ass was firmly on my stomach. All I could do was wriggle underneath her as fierce desire dashed across her face.
“I can’t stand it anymore,” she hissed, leaning forward to cover my lips with hers. Her luscious silver hair spilled over, tickling my face.
I closed my eyes and let her take over. Being a fire dragon, I was always the dominant one, but she gripped the sides of my face with a possessiveness I’d never seen outside of my own.
Our lips melded together, scalding heat tearing through every inch of my body. My hands slid to her smooth, creamy thighs, then glided up to her hips and clenched down.
My eyes shot open. Smooth, creamy thighs—
She was naked from the waist down.
My primal instinct took over and our noses bashed together as our tongues swirled, hot saliva swapping between our mouths.
My cock stiffened from the weight on top of me and the feel of her magnificent body pressing into mine. My hands roamed her warm skin, trailing to her ass so I could sink my fingers deep into her curvy, soft flesh.
She moaned, grinding against me as we kissed. Her wet pussy slid above the base of my cock, her buttocks settling against my length, and I could hardly take it.
She pulled back slightly, a strand of saliva webbing between our lips. I groped after her, unable to contain myself as my head lifted to meet hers, but a single finger pushed against my wet lips and forced my head back down.
“I have to get my head right for my mission,” she announced in a thick voice. “We both do. And this is the only way I can think to do it.”
I didn’t care what her excuse was. I was as hard as a steel longsword and the throbbing tent I was pitching lanced between the crevice of her ass.
She bit her bottom lip, her eyes widening as she could feel my cock sliding against her rear through my coarse peasant’s clothes.
“Just know, Coalt, that this means nothing,” she warned, and a pang of sorrow shot through me. “This is to get our minds back on track.”
What an odd thing to say. If it meant nothing, then why was my heart pounding so hard against my chest? If it meant nothing, why was she so eager and why was I aching for release?
She sat up straight and reached back with one hand.
Her fingers wrapped around my cock through my pants and she let out an amused murmur, waggling her eyebrows.
I growled desperately and debated throwing her on her backside and taking her, so she couldn’t tease me any longer.
A moment later, my thoughts went blank as my pants were yanked down. My erection catapulted back and smacked audibly against her ass.
“Gods, Coalt, you’re so impatient,” she said slyly. Her smooth fingers gripped my dick and slid up and down my shaft. She placed her other hand firmly on my chest, clutching my tunic. “And so fucking huge.”
My lust couldn’t be abated any longer.
“Enough teasing, woman,” I barked in a hoarse voice. “Either do what you came here to do, or let me go.”
My muscles tensed, eager to flip her aside and spread her legs.
Before I could, she settled herself over me, squatting on her powerful legs, hovering just above the head of my cock.
I sucked in my breath. The warmth and dampness of her wet core spilled over the spongy ridge of my cockhead and down my shaft like lava flowing down a volcano.
For a moment, I thought I was asleep and dreaming—that this was all just a cruel trick—
Then she tilted my cock, guiding it in, and lowered herself onto me with a ragged moan, and I knew this wasn’t a dream.
Her opening was hot and tight as it sheathed my stiff cock, and I throbbed inside her. I could feel the walls of her canal stretching as my scalding tool plunged into her. I grasped her trembling thighs with both hands and squeezed.
She lowered herself gently, moaning all the while. It wasn’t long before her ass landed on my thighs and I was buried inside.
Levia slumped forward slightly, both her hands pressing hard on my chest.
I stayed dormant, waiting for her to do something. “Are you all right?” I breathed.
She nodded, eyes closed in apparent rapture, and started moving.
The warm wetness swaddled me completely, our bodies finally one, our fates entwined—
But she had said this meant nothing?
Bullshit.
She slammed her ass down on my thighs, her whole body rippling with the effort as she rode me.
All I could do was stare up at her beautiful face, scrunched with pleasure and perhaps slight pain.
The peaks of her tight nipples poked through the fabric of her shirt. My hands slipped beneath her tunic and circled her nipples. She let out a whimper as she continued to glide atop me.
She had taken complete control, but I knew it wouldn’t be long until she lost it all—she wasn’t experienced enough to hold on for long, not when I had her speared and molded in my grasp.
Her body quivered and she bit her bottom lip. “Oh fuck, Coalt!”
She raised her head and cried out wordlessly.
I hugged her tight against me, wrapping my arms around her lithe backside. I brought her to the edge and her grinding slowed.
She pushed through the orgasm and clenched her muscles against my shaft, and I knew the game was up—
I let out a gasp, flexing every muscle of my body and thrusting a final time into her, then holding it.
She bent down and kissed me as my hot release shot into her.
Then she slumped off me, back to her side of the fur, and we stared up at the fuzzy night sky t
hrough the thin ceiling of our tent, together.
Our breaths came out labored, shallow. Our bodies sweated with the aftershock of our climaxes.
The small enclosure reeked of sex and cinnamon and fire.
“Was it worth it, Leviathan? Is your mind clear?” I asked, still panting. My lips were dry and sleep was trying to crawl back to me, but I just felt so amazing in the moment. I didn’t want to let it go.
“I’m not sure,” she said, and I couldn’t help but quirk a brow and glance over at her.
“We might have to test it again,” she added mischievously.
I smiled at her. Reaching out, I swiped errant strands of lanky silver hair off her forehead so I could get a good look at her. I caressed her cheek with the pad of my thumb, my amber eyes melting into her lavender ones.
She dipped her head forward to kiss me, and I met her.
“You can call me Levy if you really want, by the way,” she mumbled.
“I don’t know,” I said, “I think Leviathan is growing on me.”
17
Levia
I awoke feeling more sore than ever. I’d never been up and down so many hills before in my life. Finishing the night with lustful squats definitely didn’t help.
Sleep had found me quickly after claiming Coalt. But now I was insulated in the tent, being cooked alive from the hot morning sun.
In all, I felt amazing. My spirit was renewed. I’d thought I’d wake up full of regret, but nope.
I sat up and stretched, trying to smooth my messy hair, then rubbed my eyes and yawned. I felt clammy from last night’s activities.
“I’m gonna need another bath,” I said slyly. “If you’d like to join . . .”
I turned my head and found Coalt wasn’t in the tent.
“. . . me.”
Creasing my brow, I wrapped the fur cover around me and crawled toward the tent flap, then flipped it aside and poked my head out.
“You out here, dragon boy?” I called, looking left and right.
No answer.
That’s odd.
Pouting, I stood outside and tightened my fur around me. Ugh, it’s hot as Merlog’s sweaty balls. The fur wouldn’t work.
I figured Coalt would be in the river washing off. And since he had felt every part of me the night before, I didn’t have much to be ashamed about now, so I let the fur fall to the ground.