“No, we do have to! We are doing this! It's not what either of us wants, but what we want right now doesn't matter. It has to happen." She sucked in a deep breath, sat up and straddled him. Did it as quickly ‒ yet carefully ‒ as she could, before she could change her mind. Paige pulled the blankets over them. Flood was ready. Boy, was he ever. His thick member pushed up against her. "Let's just do this thing. I hope it's okay but I'm going to need to touch you and—"
Flood shook underneath her a couple of times. She realized he was laughing under his breath. She put her hand over her mouth and stifled a laugh as well. This was the most bizarre situation she had ever found herself in. It took a few seconds more for him to stop shaking with laughter. “You can touch me any which way you want,” he finally whispered in that deep baritone of his. “I, on the other hand, will refrain. I mean, I’ll only touch when and if necessary. I’ll keep it as respectful as possible, Paige. I’m sorry you have to go through this.”
“Let’s stop all the apologies and do this. Are you ready?” She gasped when she felt his penis twitch. It actually moved.
“Yes, you?” He clasped her hips with his big, very warm hands.
“Yes. As ready as I’ll ever be.” All she had to do was get this thing inside her and then make him get to the end point as quickly as possible. She reached down and clasped him carefully around his girth. Flood made a groaning noise. “Oh shit, am I hurting you?”
“No. Not at all. Stop being so damned polite or this isn’t going to work…sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“You stop being so polite as well. You’re right. Enough is enough!” She lined him up with her opening and tried to sit on his tip. The plan was to slowly work him into her. “Wish I had some lube,” she muttered more to herself.
“Fuck lube,” Flood whispered. “I need to touch you a little. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” It came out sounding irritated. She was feeling irritated so it couldn’t be helped.
One of his hands left her hip and she heard a licking, sucking sound. She yelped when his finger found her clit. His hand instantly stilled when she yelped.
“Sorry. I didn’t expect that.” Her eyes were wide.
He kept his finger on her nub but didn’t move so much as a muscle. “Is this okay? This isn’t going to work unless you’re wet.”
Wet.
The word reverberated around her brain. A zing of need pulsed through her, starting where his finger touched her. It wasn’t like that. He was going to touch her a little bit and then she’d take him inside her. After that, Flood would finish quickly and they could go to sleep.
“Paige?” He sounded unsure. Flood pulled his hand away.
“Yes! Yes, okay…you’re right. It can’t be helped. It’s fine. Do it!”
“Try not to make any noise.”
“You try not to make any noise,” she countered, frowning. He was the one who was going to come. Not her! He should watch it.
His finger found her clit again and she had to stifle another yelp. It had been a year and a half since she’d had sex. Needless to say, she wasn’t used to being touched…by someone else. She was really sensitive. He zoned in on her clit and rubbed. Not too hard and not too soft. She pulled in a breath and held it. Damn! He was good. It felt really…good. Her cheeks heated up a whole lot more. The good thing was that she was going to be wet in no time. “Lift up slightly,” he rasped.
“Why?” Her voice was a little strained. “This is fine. I’ll be ready in a few more seconds.”
“Doubtful. You saw my cock. I wasn’t erect at the time,” Flood whispered. “I’m a big male, even for a shifter.”
His crude words and that finger…rub, rub, rub…it was making her feel light-headed. Making her blood rush. She wanted to move against his hand. No moving, Paige! No! It wasn’t that kind of sex. The enjoyable kind. This was about escaping this prison. Getting out alive. It was a means to an end. It was work.
“I need to prepare you.”
“I’m…ready…now.” She was horrified to discover that her voice was high-pitched. That she panted between each word. She lifted herself and tried to maneuver onto his erection. Careful to stay clear of his broken hip. She managed to get his tip inside her ‒ an improvement ‒ but that was all. Flood was big. In fact, big was an understatement. Back and forth and up and down and she couldn’t get him to go any deeper.
“Your pussy is very tight.”
Pussy. More crudeness. More zinging and clenching. Her nipples felt hard. This was beyond awkward.
“Let me work you with my fingers,” Flood growled out the words. “Get you nice and wet. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nodded. “Okay. Fine.” She lifted up so that there was space between her and him.
“I’m going to touch you now,” Flood warned.
“That’s fine.” She looked up, closing her eyes as the pad of one of his fingers found her clit. Rub, rub…it didn’t take long and she was back where she had been, wanting to rock against his hand, wanting to rub against him. Wanting more. She worked at holding all of that back. Then one of his fingers was breaching her opening. She bit down on her lip, holding back a groan. One thing was for sure, she had missed sex. It had been too long.
Paige gripped onto his arms for support, feeling his muscles ripple and tense beneath the surface. Very soon, he added a second finger and then a third. Good lord, but it felt good. She wanted to ride his hand. Had to force herself to stay still, to keep quiet. Something trickled down the inside of her thigh and her muscles in her legs shook. Too much more of this and…oh god…any more and she was tickets. “Stop!” she choked out.
“You okay?”
“I’m sure I’m ready. It’ll work now.” She tried hard to talk normally even though she was panting.
There was this wet sound as he removed his fingers. She felt him grip his erection, what was he doing? Her whole body turned hot with embarrassment when she realized he was rubbing her juices onto his member. “There.” His voice was a rasp. Low and thick.
He was angling himself with one hand, holding her hip with the other. He slid in deeper immediately. Oh…oh lord…oh! Up and down, each time she slid down further and further. Flood gripped her other hip too, helping guide her onto his thick member. He made these tiny grunting noises that were really sexy. It wasn’t long and she was sliding all the way home. Flood made this soft groaning noise as he bottomed out inside her. She worked hard at controlling her breathing. Paige hoped that he was close. This needed to be over. He felt good inside her. Too good! Better than he should.
Flood’s grip on her hips tightened. He yanked her away, grinding her back down onto his cock. Paige cried out.
She.
Cried.
Out.
Then she covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes widened as he ground her back down. She clamped her hand tighter, stifling a moan. He’d brought her to the brink of orgasm before she’d sat on his erection. There was a part of her that was sure that sex with Flood would hurt. That it would be bearable but that it would hurt. She’d hoped not too much. That part of her was a gigantic idiot and couldn’t have been more wrong. The fact of the matter was, that he had brought her to the brink of orgasm and then sex with Flood was amazing. His big cock didn’t hurt her. Not after he had so carefully prepared her. Not when each inch of him massaged places inside her that had never been touched before this. She could say that with certainty. He felt like he was touching her everywhere. Her nipples were hard against the material of her shirt. Her boobs jostled and bounced. The grinding action worked subtly on her clit as well. Not too fast and not too slow. Pull…grind…back…pull…grind…back. Her mouth fell open. She struggled to fill her lungs with enough oxygen.
Horror struck, when she realized she might just come and hard. This hadn’t been a part of the plan. He was supposed to be the one with the happy ending. Not her!
Although she was breathing loudly through her nostrils, her hand stil
l clamped firmly over her mouth, she could hear his little grunts and moans. It made her skin tighten and prickle. Brought her closer to the edge.
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 and slicker 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.
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