Chapter 10 You like it so much
THE DRAGON
Warm, warm hands.
Hale maintained eye contact as he caressed the sensitive crown of my dick. Drawing lazy circles around it with the softness of his fingertips.
I squeezed the sheets tightly, trying to breathe, stay unaffected.
He was enjoying this, eyes bright with glee. This show was all for her benefit.
They were the same kind, wolves. And he wanted to show her how he made a dragon unravel.
“Mhm.” The first sound escaped my throat, rumbling deep. The nail of his index finger was just beneath my crown now. That extra soft spot between my shaft and tip.
My thighs quivered, and he grinned.
I did not mean to, but my eyes sought out the silver eyes of Wolf-girl, and we apparently had her whole attention.
There was that thing in her eyes that I had seen in the bathroom, as she watched us. Staring intently like it was a sport. And she was clearly rooting for Hale.
That insolent thumb journeyed further down my shaft, as he leered at me.
My jaw tightened, my hand itching to grab him by the hair and make him kneel before me.
He grabbed my balls.
“Fuck.” I struggled to stay calm. He started to massage the lax skin around my balls, moving it firmly like a loofah around the hard pebbles.
“You know how much I don’t like quiet, Draki,” Hale said, “Lys here is new to all these. We need to make sure she does not get the wrong idea that you are in pain and perhaps don’t like this.”
“Hale,” I called in warning, fisting the sheet harder, trying not to look at her. But her eyes were on me, and when I met her gaze, she blushed red.
There was something about this instant rapport, camaraderie, between her and Hale that has made me bloody jealous since the minute we met her.
But from the moment she summoned me with just her heartbeat, although unintentionally, I was no longer certain who my jealousy was targeted at, her or him.
“Focus.” Hale gripped my shaft suddenly, and my hand slipped on the sheet, hitting those pretty ballerina feet that I had scrubbed earlier.
She inhaled, feeling it because I had touched it. Erogenous zone.
Now I wonder what she would sound like if I slipped one of her toes in my mouth.
“Fuck, fuck.”
Hale was full on jerking me off now, using precum as his lube.
“By the way,” Hale said as if he was giving one of those lectures at the university he taught at before becoming a mayor. “He likes it just this way, messy.” His grip tightened, moving the skin up my shaft in the way that knocked the breath out of me. “Very messy.”
“Way to go. Turn this into a goddamn lecture,” I groaned.
He flashed me a perfect grin in the way that made him irresistible. “Introduction to Making a Dragon Moan Your Name if you like.” His head swiveled to wolf-girl and winked.
I inhaled, trying to concentrate as Hale caressed the crown of my dick with the ball of his thumb, making my dick bounce in his grip.
“Pay attention, fairy.” Hale said suddenly. “See how this shatters that nasty temper of his.”
He began to stroke me in earnest, hands moving from my base to the crown, stroking and stroking. My hips were thrusting up on their own, like I was a damn virgin myself, losing all control.
“Pay back for earlier?” I breathed through my teeth, my balls drawing up, tightening.
The sensation was everywhere, my tailbone, thighs, down low in my belly. My crown was ripe, sensitive, tearing an embarrassingly loud moan out of me at every contact his hand made with it.
“I’m just getting started.” He grinned, and I knew I should have done more than deny him an orgasm earlier.
I should have laid him flat across my knee and belted the cockiness out of him.
“Watch this,” he said to Wolf-girl and got on his knees.
“No, don’t.” I could not let her see me anymore vulnerable than this. Maintaining her fear was the easiest way to keep my heart safe, to weaken whatever this control was which she had over me.
But Hale did not stop, he brought his mouth closer. “You know your safe words. Say it.”
I did not say it, and he buried my dick in his mouth.
I was off the seat, holding his hair tight, breathing through my teeth as I fucked his mouth.
He wanted to give a show? We’ll make it fucking memorable for his fairy.
But Hale loved it.
His eyes, wet with tears, looked up at me, mocking, because even on his knees it was clear we were equals. We gave as much as we took. Dominance was only traded for submission because we preferred that role in the moment.
“Come on.” I barked, pushing his head harder, faster, my thighs trembling and contracting to the feeling of his mouth, soft and toasty, gripping me firmly.
To his tongue swirling around me, making my dick pulse.
“Go on.” I mocked, “You can’t surrender now.” I released my grip to gently caress his hair, naturally silver, so soft it made me even harder.
I fisted his hair again and looked past him to the woman lying on the bed in my pajama shirt.
She was quiet but very present. Her eyes were keen on us, intelligent eyes.
It was almost like this was an actual course, and she did not want to miss any detail.
I raised an eyebrow, and she blinked in response. Consent to continue. She did not mind this at all.
A shadow seemed to fall in the bedroom at that moment and I realized we had another audience beside our special guest. Vampire-boy was standing outside the door.
I felt wicked excitement at this realization that he was listening. The proud little thing.
“This is going to hurt.” My free hand caressed Hale’s cheek, and then grabbing the back of his neck, started to thrust up his throat.
“gods,” I cursed. “That’s so soft, open up wider.”
He did. And then he started to flex his warm throat around me.
My world fell away. My head dropped back, moaning shamelessly at this point.
His throat relaxed when I thrust, and contracted tightly around me when I pulled out.
I brought my head down again to lock eyes with him. The sight of him, elegant, just as powerful, on his knees made everything way more intense, too intense.
My eyes found his fairy again as my balls tightened, my climax rushing up from my tailbone.
Every inch of my body had come alive, right down to my toes. A hot sensation sizzling behind my eyes.
“Mm hmm.” Hale grabbed my thigh and squeezed painfully, bringing my eyes back to him.
My thrusts were selfishly merciless now, shoving further into his mouth in what would no doubt hurt by morning, and then I moaned his name as my body uncurled, shooting slugs and slugs of come down his throat.
His throat flexed the whole time, wickedly milking every last drop out of me.
I collapsed against the bed in exhaustion, my head by his fairy’s knees. Too out of sorts to bother keeping a distance from her.
“That’s how you unravel a dragon.” Hale’s voice came from far off, teasing, mocking, and I was too beaten to even shut him up.
Finally, I jumped to my feet and headed for the bathroom, and then the seating area.
Vampire-boy was gone.
I returned to the bed where Hale was now caressing her feet softly, staring at her with open adoration the way he only looked at me and one other person.
“Here.” I pushed the glass of warm milk into his hand, and softly wedged a heat pack against his throat.
His throat worked as he drank, and then he dropped the glass. “You see. You can have him become your errand boy as well.”
I turned to her, refusing to take his bait. “The wedding has to be tonight.”
Wolf-girl was staring at us like she was in Disney World, intrigued at that unplanned performance.
But she was not aroused enough. Not like she would have if she had tasted pleasure in the past.
I winced.
If she had not summoned me with her heart, we would not be here right now.
“The wedding?” her eyes moved between me and Hale.
“Yes, fairy.” Hale’s hand moved on her feet. “You have to become ours where older gods can bear witness.”
She squinted suspiciously, that facial cue that reminded me she was smarter than her weak aesthetic portrayed. “Did you wed the other women?”
“None of them were paralyzed.” I piqued, and Hale glared at me.
I stood up, and exited the bedroom. The patient Mayor was better equipped to explain in that comprehensive professor-style he favored, why we had to wed her to heal her.
My feet found their way towards the kitchen, and I paused in the doorway.
Vampire-boy was lost in thoughts, staring out the window, while the shrimps turned black in the hot pan.
“Hate me so much you’d burn my house down?” I teleported to the stove and turned the knob.
He jumped, startled. Then that guarded look returned to his face.
“Uhm. Messed that up. Sorry?” His mouth was an insolent pout, and not for the first time, I wondered what it would feel like to kiss him.
“For attempting to burn down my house, or spying on us?”
That proud head reared, taking immediate offense. “I wasn’t spying, alright? You left zero instructions about dinner, and since you have a guest, I thought to make sure. I just came up to check and…”
“Heard us fucking, and thought to listen.”
Finn hated reminders about his desire for us, and today was no exception. His skin got paler, and I knew behind those lips pressed together, his canines were extending.
I closed the distance between us till his breath was fanning my face. “You like it so much. Yet you resist.”