No!
No!
She thought Flood had been so horny. Why wasn’t he finishing? She thought him half dead with fatigue, where was he finding the strength to lift and grind her onto his cock. Over and over. It must be using up everything he had. She wasn’t doing any of the work. None! Trying not to come was effort enough though. Trying not to…trying…
It.
Was.
Useless.
The stupid part was that since she tried so hard to keep from coming. Since she used every ounce of herself to stop it from happening. When it did ‒ and it was inevitable that it happened ‒ but when it did, it blasted through her. Her whole body went rigid. Every muscle contracted around him. It almost hurt at that moment. Then she was falling, everything letting go to the pleasure and all at once. She’d never come so hard and so fast in all her life.
Paige grit her teeth, keeping her hand in place so that she couldn’t scream. Her other hand gripped his arm tightly. Her body rocked with him and against him and all at once. Flood held her in place. He grunted once loudly before breathing through his nose. His body twitched but other than that nothing much changed. He kept pulling her onto his cock. Kept grinding her against him. He finally slowed, slumping back, breathing hard.
Paige shook. She wasn’t sure her legs would work, so she slumped down next to him instead of getting up right away to clean up. Their joined heavy breathing suddenly seemed really loud in the otherwise quiet downstairs area. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears.
“Are you okay?” Flood pushed out between pants.
“Um…yes,” she whispered. Mostly! Her body wouldn’t work and her mind was blown but otherwise…yeah…she was fine.
“You sure?” He gripped her hand in his.
She licked her lips, which were dry from all the panting. “I should be asking you that. How’s the hip?”
“Already feeling a little better.”
“Oh good!”
“Thank you for this.” His voice was thick with fatigue.
“No problem.” None at all. It was her pleasure. Quite literally! She felt herself looking forward to the next round. No! That had just been her body starved for attention. No sex for that long would do that to a woman. Next time would be different.
Flood yawned. “Give me an hour or two and I’ll be good to go again.”
“Okay. Good night,” she whispered, feeling her own eyelids heavy with fatigue.
He didn’t answer, he was already fast asleep.
She briefly contemplated cleaning and dressing but what was the point?
Chapter 14
Flood opened his eyes. It took him a few moments to orientate himself. His body clock told him that it was nearing morning. The sun would have just started to rise, if not already, it would soon. The space scented strongly of female and rutting. He could scent his own seed. His dick sprang to life in an instant. What amazed him was how much more invigorated he felt from one rutting session.
Just one.
His hip felt like it had finally started to knit. The pain had greatly subsided. He needed more though. Hopefully Paige wasn’t too tired. Hopefully she was still okay with their arrangement. He wouldn’t blame her if she’d changed her mind.
He rolled onto his good hip, facing her. The female was on her side facing him. Her hand under her head. Flood watched her sleep for a few seconds. Her lips were full and pink. Her lashes fanned her cheeks. She had a smattering of freckles over her nose, making her look younger than she actually was. Her hair was the color of sunshine or it would be if she was outside in the sun. He vowed to make that happen. To keep her safe.
Flood grit his teeth at the thought of the males in this place, particularly of one male. Tim. Flood didn’t care if he had to die in the process but that prick would no longer walk this earth when Flood was done with him. He was going to do everything in his power to make Paige’s sacrifice worth it. He touched her cheek softly. Her eyes sprang open, fear in their depths. “It’s me,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I scared you.”
She pushed out a breath. “Thank goodness. For a second there…” She smiled. “Wait a minute. Are you on your side?” Her eyes widened. “Does this mean?”
“Yes. My hip is finally mending…thanks to you.”
Her eyes darkened at the mention of what they had done. Flood hated having to put her through this. He felt no better than those males who had wanted to use her. Shame rose up in him. Especially since he had enjoyed being inside her so much. Even now, he couldn’t wait to make it happen again. Yes, sure, part of that was his instinctual need to heal, but there was more to it. He liked this female. Really liked her. “Look, we don’t have to…” he began, shaking his head.
“Don’t you dare apologize. Do you want me on top again? We’d better hurry before it gets light.” So clinical in her approach. Of course she was! “Before the others wake up,” she spoke quickly, a sign of nervousness. “It feels like we’ve been asleep for a while.” Yep, she was definitely nervous. Her blue eyes were very big, they held fear.
“I think it will be morning soon and no, you don’t need to be on top,” he whispered. “Turn around and I’ll take you from behind. If that’s okay?” he quickly added. Not wanting to sound like he was forcing her or bossing her around. She needed to be comfortable.
“Like this?” She turned, sticking her ass out against his throbbing cock.
Flood squeezed his eyes shut and held back a moan. He wanted to squeeze each of her globes. Her ass felt so lush against him. He wanted to reach around and do the same to her breasts. He wanted to suck on her tight nubs. To lick her pussy until she came all over his face and then pound her until she was screaming his name. It wasn’t to be though.
Their rutting would need to be quick and quiet. That was all. He’d be damned if he didn’t ensure her pleasure though. By the way her pussy had throttled the hell out of him earlier, she’d come really hard, and yet she hadn’t made so much as a squeak. She’d be quiet this time too. He put his hand on her hip. “Just like that, yes,” he finally said, once he was sure he could get the words out, and still sound mostly in control of his dragon.
His scales scratched. His gums ached. His dragon wanted inside just as much as he did. Maybe even more, which was a first. It was his need to heal talking. “We have to be really quiet.”
“You do!” she snapped, almost sounding annoyed.
Then again, he had been louder than her the last time. All that grunting and groaning. Flood smiled. “I’ll do my best.” He lifted her thigh with one hand, hearing her breath quicken. More of those nerves. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against her neck. “I’ll get this over with as quickly as I can.”
She nodded. Her body was tense. It made him feel like such an asshole. He hated himself wholeheartedly. There was nothing he could do to change it. He wasn’t forcing her, it was her decision. He tried not to think about it. Flood pushed his knee between her legs to keep her open to him. He quickly found her nub and got to work on it. His dick throbbed against her ass as he heard her breathing increase.
Her heartrate picked up and the scent of her arousal surrounded them. Not wasting any time, he pushed two fingers inside her. Just as he expected, she was still wet both with her own juices and his seed. She was still stretched out from before as well. Flood wanted her good and ready though, so he crooked his fingers just a little bit, wanting to hit that spot inside her. Her breathing hitched immediately. Paige didn't move. Aside from her heavier breathing, she didn't make so much as a sound either. He finger-fucked her for a time, sure to rub up against her clit every so often. Nothing. Her heart just about beat out of her chest though. Her channel became more slick until the only noise that filled the room was the wet suction sounds his fingers made as they moved in and out of her. If it weren't for that, he'd say she was completely unaffected. Made him want to try harder. Do more.
Flood stopped mid-stroke. “You ready?” he whispered into the shell of her ear.
She shivered. Like she was cold, even though he knew she wasn’t. No fucking way was she cold, not when he was pressed firmly against her. When the blanket covered the lower halves of their bodies. Not when they were burning up. Both of them. “Yes,” she choked out the word.
Made him smile to know that she wasn’t as unaffected as she seemed. His smile turned into a grin when she clasped her hand over her mouth. He wanted to tell her to hold on tight but he refrained. Instead, he pushed into her, sliding to the hilt in one slow glide.
Flood grit his teeth to keep from growling. Hard, fast and quiet. No problem! He buried his face into her back as he began to thrust into her tight, welcoming flesh. His hand stayed firmly between her legs, his finger on her nub, which was swollen and slippery. Not even a half a minute later and she was fluttering around his cock. Another three and she was clamping down on him. Flood pressed his head more firmly against her back to keep from roaring as he lost his load. The air caught in his lungs. He wasn’t sure why it was like this. Was it having to keep quiet? Maybe it was the fact that this was wrong somehow. If that was the case, it made him a sick bastard, but for the second time in his life, he came harder than he ever had before. He saw stars. His gums ached. His teeth sharpened up a touch. He wanted to bite. To mark. To roar his release. He may just have put his hip back out he thrust so hard. He wanted to make her come again but he somehow knew she wouldn’t want to.
She wasn’t attracted to him like he was to her. Also, and more importantly, someone could come walking down that hall at any second. Damn! He forced himself to stop moving. To stop rocking into her. To stop his hand from strumming on her clit. Flood withdrew from her and she slumped forward, breathing heavily.
She swallowed thickly. “You don’t have to, you know…make me…you know…” Her cheeks were pink. Her eyes hazy.
“I know. I guess I can’t help myself. It’s okay, isn’t it?” There was no way he could fuck her and not make her come.
Paige shrugged. “I guess.”
Thank fuck!
The lights went on, signaling that it was five o’clock. “Oh!” Paige bit down on her lower lip and scrambled for her jeans. Flood moved onto his back and looked away to afford her some privacy even though she dressed under the blanket. He stayed like that until he heard her zipper go up.
“I’m desperate for a shower.” She sighed.
“You should go now,” Flood said. “It’s normally at least an hour until they bring breakfast.”
She shook her head. “I don’t trust their movements today. I don’t trust them period. Not with Alex away.”
“I need to go and take a leak,” Flood said.
“Oh,” Paige sat upright. “I’ll fetch the—”
“That’s okay. I think I might be able to walk.”
She smiled. It was genuine and lit up her face. Even her eyes brightened up. “Yeah?”
He nodded, first moving into a sitting position. Testing his newly mended hip. Fatigue was still a problem but his limbs didn’t feel quite as heavy. He pulled the blanket off himself.
Paige sucked in a breath and snapped her head in the other direction. He couldn’t help but smile. He’d been inside her and yet she was too embarrassed to look at him naked. This female was utterly adorable. All his protective instincts fired and all at once. He needed to get them out of there.
Flood grunted as he moved to his knees. Grunted some more as he lifted to his feet. Pain flared through his hip and down his thigh. He ignored it. Damn, but he felt ancient and creaky, but at least he was standing. His muscles both rejoiced and protested. Taking one shuffling step after another, he made his way to the toilet. Flood put a hand up on the wall to steady himself, using his other hand to do his business. It felt good not to have to use the bucket. Amazing to finally be on the mend.
A plan was starting to form in his head. He and Paige would need to discuss it. He glanced back, expecting to find her facing the other way, or with her eyes still closed. What he didn’t expect was to find her watching him. She instantly closed her eyes.
It was probably fascination. He was certain she had never seen a male as big as him before. He scared most females, but he was also of interest to them. He was sure that’s all it was.
Flood turned and shuffled back. He’d made enormous progress but there was still a way to go and the clock was ticking.
Chapter 15
It should have hurt.
It should have felt like too much.
And yet, here she was gritting her teeth, focusing on a spot on the far wall, trying her damnedest not to come. She should have known by now that it was inevitable. Why was she even fighting it?
They were both under the covers. Her stomach flat on the mattress. Her legs were open, and Flood was between them. A doggy style only they weren't on their knees. She pressed her lips together, trying hard not to moan. Not to breathe so heavily. It was weird because, in this position, she seemed to feel him more acutely.
“So tight,” he whispered.
His crude words caused the muscles in her belly to coil and her clit to throb. She reminded herself that anyone could happen upon them at any second. There must be something terribly wrong with her because the knowledge only heightened her need. She pressed her face into the mattress, trying to stifle the moan that fell from her lips.
Like before, he’d first got her all hot and panting using just his hand. Then, when she felt like she might explode, he’d climbed onto her. Pushed himself into her. It had stung at first, but that didn’t last long. She could feel how much stronger he was. His thrusts were all the more insistent. He pushed harder and deeper, with an intensity that made her eyes water and mouth fall open.
This was the…second…third…fourth…fifth…no, it was the sixth…Good god! It was the seventh time they were having sex in less than twenty-four hours. She should be in pain. Rubbed raw, but she wasn’t.
It was also the last time they would be intimate, which made her feel disappointed. Probably because it was so darned good. Like ridiculously good. Like shove her face into the mattress good.
His hands were splayed on either side of her head. His chest was plastered against her back. His balls slapping against her with every hard thrust. He changed the angle slightly.
Paige bit down on the mattress. As in, teeth and all. Her eyes felt impossibly wide.
Holy cow.
Holy Jesus…holy… Her body spasmed hard. Not just down there either. Her whole body. Flood gripped one of her hips, holding her down. It only made her come harder. He planted his face between her shoulders and grunted as he jerked into her. Hot and heavy. It made her come harder still. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face. Who had heard of crying during sex? Crying from sheer ecstasy wasn’t a thing, was it?
Apparently it was.
It so was!
“Fuck!” Flood growled as he slowed. “I hurt you.” He pulled out of her. Folding the blanket around her and pulling her against him in an embrace. It was the first time he had shown any real affection towards her. Aside from the odd squeeze of the hand, which had been more about reassurance than affection. One thing was for sure, despite his size and sheer muscle mass, he was a really sweet guy.
“I’m okay. I am.” She wiped her face.
“Bullshit! That was too much.” He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes narrowed. A deep frown on his brow. “Is there anything I can do? A hot towel maybe? I think there are still some painkillers in the first aid kit.”
“I’m fine. Just give me a minute to catch my breath.”
He cocked his head, scrutinizing her. “You’re not fine. I was too rough.” He ran a hand over his head. “I heard you moaning and I carried on.”
Moans of pleasure, her face burned. “That’s okay.” Paige didn’t want to admit the real reason for her tears. That she loved it. That she would miss it. It would be too weird considering why they were having sex in the first place. “I’m fine now. All good!”
“You s
ure?”
“Very.”
Flood kept his eyes on her for a few moments longer before nodding. He didn’t quite believe her but thankfully he was willing to drop it.
“What about you?” She couldn’t help but smile because she knew the answer already. Could see it in his sure movements. In everything about him. Flood’s color had improved. He no longer had those dark smudges under his eyes. His chest wounds were nearly gone completely. The one on his hip looked at least two weeks old. It was amazing.
“I’m feeling really good. I’m ready.” His eyes darkened and his jaw tightened. “I look forward to tonight.”
“Me too.” She licked her lips. Even though she couldn’t wait for the plan to play out. She was still nervous that something might go wrong.
“It will be okay,” Flood said. “You’ll see. That prick won’t see it coming.”
She nodded once. “I’ll be happy once it’s over. Once we’re free. Too much can go wrong.”
They’d been over everything half a dozen times and had opted not to tell the other women. If someone overheard them talking it wouldn’t work. They were relying heavily on the element of surprise.
“There’s something I wanted to say to you,” Flood whispered.
Paige locked eyes with him. “Yes?” Her heart beat a little faster.
“I’d like it if we could be friends. I know I said it wasn’t possible but…in light of everything…”
Paige smiled. “I already consider us to be friends. I think we’ve pretty much been friends since the beginning, despite you insisting the contrary.”
Flood smiled back and again she was floored by how good-looking he was when he relaxed a little. His eyes brightened up. Those dimples came out of their hiding place. “I think you may be right.” He put out his hand and she took it. They shook once or twice before letting go.
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