by K. A Knight
“I won’t let him. Nyre is mine,” I growl. I don’t know when I decided that, but I did. “You are mine, he is mine, and neither of you gets to leave me,” I snarl, nipping at his shoulder again.
I laugh as he reaches back and drags me to his front, bending me over his knee as he looks at me with one green eye and one black eye. “Is that right? Are you trying to claim me, us, little one?” he rumbles.
“Yes, problem?” I grin, daring him with my gaze to do something about it.
“Does that mean we get to claim you?” he teases.
“If you want to,” I reply breathlessly, clenching my thighs together.
“Oh, I want to, we both do. Maybe it’s time I let Nyre have his fun.” He grins and his teeth seem sharper than before. Imagining him using them on me makes me pant. I’ve never really been one for pain, but something about this man, this beast, and the way he forces me to like it, mixing it with pleasure until I don’t know which way is up, is addicting as hell.
“Please,” I beg.
Nyre
Mishal instantly gives up control at her breathless plea, letting me surge forward and fill his human form. It used to be strange to me, but now this form is more familiar to me than my own dragon form. I ache to soar the skies again, to stretch my wings and explore the world, but these chains and men keep me trapped here, trapped inside him, for now. But I know something not even Mishal knows—you cannot keep a dragon chained for long. I will be free, and when I am, I will burn this world to the ground for harming me and mine.
My mate stretches out across my knee, her glowing eyes, so bright like mine, staring back, filled with trust and a softness neither me nor Mishal are used to. Even Mishal’s brothers were not soft or loving. They had different ways of showing they cared, but Dabria is all soft and all mine. Mishal nudges me and I almost laugh, reminding me that she is both his and mine. She wears her heart in her eyes for everyone to see, and it just means I will have to fight that much harder to protect it.
“Dabria,” I growl. Even my voice changes when I take over, deeper and more of a growl than Mishal’s human version.
She shivers at it and I scent her need in the air. My mate will want for nothing, I will make sure of it. Right now, she needs Mishal’s human body and blood, so she can have it. She can have everything. “Morpian,” I growl. She blinks in confusion and I grin, flashing teeth. “Mine,” I translate.
“Nyre,” she moans, not Mishal, but my name like a prayer. Her tongue rolling over it, making it hers.
“Yes, mi cielo?” I reply, stroking my thumb across her lips.
“Fuck me,” she demands.
I don’t tell her this is my first time. I’ve watched Mishal with her enough to know what she likes and what she doesn’t like. When he told her about the way I wanted her…she was turned on and I know she’s thinking about that now. Her fangs are out and her sweet smelling musk fills the air, only getting stronger when I stroke my thumb across her hardening nipple absentmindedly.
“Nyre,” she warns. So needy is my mate.
“I’m going to fuck your tight little ass. That’s what you want, don’t you, mi cielo?” I whisper, taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking.
She arches into me, grabbing my hair and yanking me closer. “Yes, fuck yes, Nyre, please,” she chants.
Laying her back on the floor, I play with her nipple with my teeth before moving to the other, my fingers finding her wet heat. She is already dripping for me, coating my fingers in her cream, but I’m not like Mishal. I don’t do gentle as much as she would probably want me to. I thrust three fingers into her pussy, forcing her to stretch around them. A moan escapes from her throat as she fights to get closer or further away, I don’t know. I don’t care. There is no escaping me.
Be nice, Mishal warns, but I grin against her breast, knowing she doesn’t want nice, not this time. She wants me to fuck her hard and fast, she wants it rough, she wants me to break her. Yanking my fingers out, I push them back in through her wet heat. I fuck her with them hard, clamping my teeth down on her nipple, and she screams as she comes, her body shaking against me as she holds my fingers tight in her pussy. Rubbing her clit with my thumb, I don’t let her relax, I build her back up again. I force her higher, biting the other nipple as I pull out my fingers and move them down to her other hole. She freezes but I growl against her.
“Relax, mi cielo,” I demand.
Moving down her body, I part her thighs and lie between them, forcing Mishal’s big, human shoulders there as I lick her pussy. Fuck, she does taste sweet, so delicious. Licking her clit, I rub my fingers around her other hole, wetting it before I slowly push one finger in to the knuckle, fighting past the tight muscles.
She gasps, stilling beneath me as I lash her clit and leave my finger in her tight ass. I let her adjust to it, and soon she is groaning in my arms again, pushing her pussy to my face. Adding another finger, I slowly fuck her ass with them, stretching her, trying to get her ready to have my big, fat cock in this tight little hole. I quickly add another and she groans, pushing her pussy harder against me.
“Do you like my fingers in your ass, mi cielo?” I growl.
Her head rolls against the floor, her neck arches, and her mouth opens. Her chest is flushed and her nipples hard, and I can’t help but think she looks like a goddamn queen right now. She has a god worshipping between her thighs, giving her everything she needs, and she takes it all, demanding more. Dipping my tongue in her pussy, I lap at her juices, while fucking her ass harder with my fingers until she moans again, and her pussy begins fluttering against my tongue as her ass clenches around my fingers.
I pull out of her and flip her over in one move so that her delicious, peachy ass is in the air. Yanking her hips higher, I drag her to me and rub my cock along her pussy as she braces herself on the floor with her arms, her head hanging down, and her hair obscuring her face. Winding my hand through her hair, I tug her head up and force it to the side so I can grin at her. Her fangs have cut into her lips, her eyes dazed, and her face is slack with pleasure.
“You’re not done yet, are you, mi cielo? I thought you wanted me to fuck this tight little ass with my huge cock?” I challenge, thrusting against her so she can feel the length. She mumbles, pushing back slightly, and her breathing picks up again. Leaning over her, I bite her shoulder with no warning and she screams, pushing back harder as she chants my name. Oh yes, my little mate loves teeth.
“I want to feel your ass squeezing the come from my cock,” I whisper, licking at the bite mark on her shoulder, knowing it will scar. The mating mark, Mishal groans in my head, but I know he is just pissed he hasn’t done that yet. “I want to fill you with it until it drips down into your pussy. I want you begging for my come,” I growl, laving the mark with my tongue.
She’s rubbing herself on me now and I can feel the wetness on her thighs, coating my cock with her cream as she tries to get me to fuck her. Pressing back up, I grab my cock and rub it all along her pussy until it’s nice and wet, then I line it up with her entrance and slam home in one, smooth thrust. She starts to fight me, thrashing, and clawing at my hands and arms, so I settle along her back and twist her head, kissing her hard.
She bites my tongue, mixing my blood with our kiss, and it makes her wild. “Too full,” she moans into my mouth.
“You will fucking take it,” I order, gripping her chin as I pull back and slam back in, forcing her to accept me.
She nods, her eyes on me as I fuck her tight, little pussy. I can feel another orgasm rising within her, those little noises driving me wild as we find a rhythm. Just before she can come, I pull out and she whines.
“Nyre!” she yells, trying to push back to get my cock into her.
Gripping her hip with one hand, I spank her cheek, leaving a red imprint. She gasps, stilling her movements, and I rub my palm across the mark, taking away the sting. “You get me when I’m ready,” I warn, but she moans and pushes back again, so I slap her ass twice more, one
on each cheek.
Admiring the red handprints staining the plush globes, I lean down and lick along them, loving the salty taste of her skin.
“Please, Nyre,” she begs, trying to sit up, but I place my palm flat on her back and push her head down.
Spanking her again and again, I listen as she cries out, loving the pain. “If you carry on, you won’t be able to sit down for a week,” I caution, rubbing the sting of my hits away.
With my cock nice and wet, I press it to her other hole, loving how she whimpers but keeps still for me. Pushing in slowly, I stop every few inches and let her breathe, pushing through the tightness until eventually, I’m buried balls deep in her ass. She pushes back, forcing me deeper, but I still her movements.
“Nyre,” she demands, her voice breathless. “If you don’t fucking move, I’m going to—” She gasps as I pull out and drive back into her.
Holding on to both hips, I push into her hard and fast, forcing her to take my brutal thrusts. She does, pushing back, begging for more.
“Mi cielo, I can feel you around my cock, so tight, so perfect,” I praise, letting go of my restraints, knowing I can’t hurt her. She would just heal herself.
“Yes, Nyre, God, yes,” she begs, pushing back as I fuck her wildly.
My fingers cut into her hips, almost denting them as I power into her again and again. Growling, I let go of her hip and grab her throat, hauling her up so her back meets my chest, never stopping my thrusts. She moans and I grip her throat, biting at her again to hold her still as I fuck her. She bucks against me and whimpers come from the back of her throat.
She screams as she comes and I shove her back down again, chasing my building release.
“Nyre, please, fuck, I want to feel you come inside me,” she pleads.
With a roar, I pound into her twice more before stilling, my come filling her ass as she moans. I grin as I let Mishal have control again, feeling his impatience to mark and play with his mate.
She is made for us, she is perfect, I tell him, before I curl back up inside him, satisfied and sleepy.
Mishal
Nyre has fucked her good. She is limp on the floor, panting while I am still buried deep in her, with her cream dripping down her shaking thighs just begging me to lick it clean. He might have got to have his fun, but now it’s my turn and I plan to mark her just like he did. Pulling from her ass enough to let my come trickle down her cheeks to her wet pussy, I push all the way back in. My cock still hard for her, it has been since the moment she was thrown in here. Rubbing my fingers in my come, I thrust them into her waiting pussy. She cries out, pressing back into me as I lay over her back.
“I’m going to fill you with my come, can you feel me fucking your sweet little pussy with it, little one?” I ask, licking her shoulder where Nyre bit her as she mewls like a kitten and presses back into my cock and fingers.
“Mishal,” she cries. I don’t know how she knew it was me without looking, but I grin, loving that she did.
“That big old dragon marked you, little one, and I am going to as well. You will carry them both because you own us both,” I whisper against her skin.
I know her nipples are rubbing along the floor with every thrust of my fingers and cock and when I pull one out, I thrust the other back in, wringing another orgasm from her. “I can’t, I can’t!” she yells.
“You can and you will,” I demand and she screams, tightening around my cock and fingers. As soon as she comes, I bite down on her shoulder, sending her screaming again as I mark her, tasting her blood in my mouth and finishing our mating.
We both collapse to the floor, spent, and I make sure to move to the side slightly so I’m not crushing her with my weight.
“I love your weight, it makes me feel safe,” she says softly, her voice lazy and slow.
Little one, can you hear me?
“Yes?” she answers out loud, confused.
I’m not speaking, I point out with a laugh, and she turns to look at me with a shocked expression.
I can hear your thoughts, she projects into my head, louder than she needs to, but she will get the hang of it.
Sorry. She winces, her voice quieter this time.
You’re my mate, we have an unbreakable bond. I am betting you could even call to Nyre like this.
Really?
Try it, I encourage.
She closes her eyes and I rub her lips, watching her lashes fan on her cheeks and her eyes scrunch up in concentration. It’s adorable, especially when she wrinkles her nose.
Nyre?
Mi cielo?
The usual grumpy dragon sounds beyond overjoyed, even somewhat soft.
Her eyes pop open as a grin splits her face. “I can hear him!” she whoops.
“Can you hear everything I think?” she questions, blushing suddenly.
“Why, trying to keep secrets from me, little one?” I tease.
She grins, still embarrassed. “Just didn’t want you to listen to my dirty thoughts about you all the time.”
“Oh really? Do tell me about them. In fact, feel free to share them with me and I will be honoured to make them a reality,” I say softly, weaving our hands together as she lays hers over my heart.
“Like you need any more ideas,” she grumbles, making me laugh. “Mishal, what does mi cielo mean?”
Grinning, I drop a kiss on her lips. “It is a way of showing love from a dragon, it means my sky. Dragons value sky and freedom more than anything, so calling you that means you are his reason to live,” I explain. Nyre huffs at my fumbled expression but curls back up inside.
I gather her to my chest and she sighs in contentment. “The events that brought me here might have been horrible and life-altering, but maybe, just maybe, it happened for a reason,” she murmurs.
“You were always meant for me, little one. Whether it had been now or later, I would have found you. A dragon always finds his mate and when he does, he keeps her forever,” I vow.
I just need to figure out how to do that. It feels like I have been waiting my whole life for this woman, even if I didn’t know it. Maybe there is a reason I was brought here, that I was in this place and time when she needed me the most. Fate is a fickle bitch, she never gives you what you ask for in the way you ask, but she does give it to you eventually. We are never tested beyond what we can’t endure, and I would endure a thousand years locked in a cell being tortured to meet this woman in my arms.
Shaking my head, I send a fuck you and a thank you to the fates, knowing they will be watching. I just wish my little one didn’t have to sacrifice to find me, but I will make sure the rest of her life is the best it can be to make up for what she lost to gain me.
Dabria
I’m lying on Mishal’s chest, tracing circles into his skin as he plays with my hair. He’s so warm beneath me, like sitting next to an open fire, but I’ve gotten used to the heat now and when he isn’t pressed against me, I can feel the cold seeping back in. He’s like my very own dragon radiator. Sighing, I force my thoughts back to what I need to talk to him about. I can ignore it all I want, but it won’t stop it from happening and we need to have a plan in place for when it does.
“They are going to come back,” I point out and he growls, his chest rumbling under me.
“I will kill them,” he snaps, like it’s that simple to him. I wish it was that easy, but these men are smart.
“You can’t be awake twenty-four hours a day,” I remind him, lifting my chin and placing it on his chest, and staring into those black eyes, falling deeper into their depths until they hold me prisoner. My soul and heart are his, all just from his eyes.
“Then we get out of here,” he states, again, like that was obvious.
“Uh-uh, how’s that been working for you for the past one hundred years?” I joke, unable to help myself.
He grins, grabbing my ass and hauling me up his body until my pelvis rests against his still hard cock. “I didn’t have you then.”
“Why do
I matter?” I ask, forcing my desire to the backburner so I can concentrate on his words.
“You are the only thing that matters, little one,” he growls, rubbing me along his hard cock as he speaks, like he doesn’t even realise he is doing it.
I try to keep my train of thought, but with each brush of his cock they seem to disappear into the mist of desire. “Uh, the chains?” I query dumbly.
“Easy, you will break Nyre free.” He shrugs, massaging my ass as he rocks me on his cock in that same rhythm, driving me insane as fire races through me at each touch of his body to mine.
“Oh, yes, I’ll just break Nyre free from chains that have held him in check inside you for years,” I grumble, rocking against him as I speak. This man, this god, is pure sex on legs and even his hands on my skin sends a fiery heat through me, making me want him again.
“If anyone can do it, his mate can. He will hear your call and his dragon will use your completed mate bond to gain strength and break us free,” he explains like it’s that simple, and maybe to him it is. He grew up on mate legends, gods, and dragons. I grew up with dragons being on TV and sparkly vampires…let’s not get started on that one.
“I guess I should try?” I muse, unsure.
He grins down at me, softly moving the hair away from my face before tucking it behind my ear. “Try, little one, we will keep trying until we are free. Know that I believe in you. Whatever it takes, you will break us from these chains.”
“Promise me something?” I reply softly, running my fingers along his chest.
“Always, little one,” he grunts immediately.
“You make them pay, the men who hurt those women, the men who killed my sister, you make them pay,” I grit out, looking into his dark eyes to let him see the truth. I want their deaths. It might not bring Rachel back, but it’s the least I can do to stop them from hurting any more women.
