I stepped out of the tub and unplugged the drain, reaching for a towel. The linens in the bathroom were all pristine white and luxuriously soft. Whoever this dragon was, he loved his creature comforts.
I found a silky blue robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and put it on, startled to realize it fit perfectly. There must have been a mate in the picture, and whoever she was, she was the same size as me. The idea that a woman spent time in this house eased my mind. That she was comfortable enough with Skye to wear something so decadent meant she enjoyed this place and felt safe here.
I emerged from the bathroom to the sight of Llyr’s broad-shouldered frame gently tugging blankets up to Bodhi’s chin. He was still naked and not complaining about the cold, but it had grown rather warm in here. I darted a look at the empty fireplace and frowned.
“I thought you were going to start fires.”
He turned to me and chuckled. “The modern world is amazing. There’s such a thing as central heat, even in private homes. I simply found the thermostat and set it at maximum.”
His gaze hooded and he strode toward me, body still glistening with water from the bath. He was magnificent; there was no denying it. All the satyrs from his squad of Thiasoi soldiers were as alluringly masculine as Dionysus himself and exuded almost as much raw sexual power.
I took a step backward and he stopped, frowning. “This is what you asked for.”
“Not here, all right? I can’t do it here. Let’s go downstairs.”
He gave me a curt nod and gestured to the bedroom door. I walked out onto a wide landing overlooking a breathtaking view of the living area below, the enormous cathedral windows giving me the full experience of nature’s wrath bombarding the house’s exterior. My insides were in no less turmoil, yet the sight did give me some comfort. We were warm and safe right now, even if the world outside was filled with uncertainty.
I glanced back at Llyr as he shut the door behind him, immediately tearing my gaze away and exhaling a breath of what sparse magic I had left. At my command, my magic wrapped around his waist, concealing his distracting cock hanging half-hard between his strong thighs.
He glanced down with a wry look. “You intend to use this, so why cover it?”
I huffed and headed for the stairs, stomping down them quickly to the open living space below. It was still chilly on the lower level, but an enormous fireplace dominated the center of the big windows, already stacked with logs. Fire-setting was second nature to me, and the power required to light it took no more effort than breathing. It only took the barest spark of the tinder beneath the pile of logs before the fire was blazing.
I gave Llyr a sideways look. “That wasn’t so hard.”
“Still easier to flip a switch if you aren’t part dragon,” he said, standing several yards away. The floor before the fire was covered with a huge fur rug of brilliant, fleecy white. I stepped onto it and my toes sank in, surrounded by softness. Swallowing, I stared at him where he stood on the opposite side of the room, behind the stretch of sectional sofa that extended nearly the entire length.
He gave me a cautious look before sauntering around to stand at the edge of the rug in front of me. “Say the word and I am yours, Deva.”
I grimaced slightly at the reminder of his desires and his deference to me. “You know what I want, Llyr. It isn’t your soul. Even though when I look at you I feel something deeper than lust, I know it’s your blood meld with Ozzie causing that. You told me yourself that you don’t want me to mate you unless it’s you I’m responding to, not your link to him.”
“You felt different once. Do you remember?” he asked, his voice low and rich and tinged with sultry promise.
“That’s why what you did hurt so much.”
My voice cracked and I took a shaky breath. I didn’t want to think about the pain he’d caused, or the confusion that had taken root within me over the presence of his blood meld with Ozzie. Everything about Llyr and Ozzie both left me feeling raw, and I wanted nothing more than to give into Llyr’s offer to bring Rohan here to fulfill this particular need of mine.
But being made love to wasn’t what I wanted now, and I knew Rohan would be capable of only that, Keagan too.
This version of Llyr who stared back at me wanted it just as much as they did, but his primal essence was different. That was the man I needed now—not the Llyr willing to make promises and make love—who would give me his entire soul if I let him. I needed the beast inside him, the one that obeyed his body’s urges and didn’t allow deeper feelings to cloud his need for hedonistic delights.
I untied my robe and let it drop to the floor. “I need you to fuck me. Nothing else. Don’t even touch me, unless you’re willing to give me that.”
His gaze shuttered for a second, then tracked down my body, heat flaring within his deep, swirling eyes. With a look of resignation, he nodded once, moving toward me.
His body swayed with each step, almost too graceful for a man his size. As he moved, his shoulders thickened, dark hair sprouting from his chest. His torso expanded and lengthened until he towered over me. Beneath the makeshift wrap I’d conjured, the bulge between his thighs grew until the wrap itself did nothing to conceal the enormous length of thickening cock.
His thighs flared to the size of tree trunks, covered with thick, dark fleece. He reached down and ripped off the useless scrap of conjured fabric and grabbed his immense shaft in one hand, stroking it to full hardness.
My eyes widened at the sight and I blinked, astounded that I had once taken him at that size—during my first time, no less.
The giant satyr closed the distance between us, hooves thudding on the floor. He hooked an arm around my waist and yanked me close, dipping his big, horned head down and rumbling in my ear, “If all you want is to rut, it would be my pleasure.”
The mere scent of him was intoxicating enough to blur the boundaries of reality and I melted against him, the abrupt need all but erasing any other thought. Nothing else mattered but getting him inside me.
He hauled me closer and I slung my arms around his thick neck, moaning as his lips and teeth grazed my throat. I desperately clawed my fingers through his hair and turned my head, angling my mouth toward his. He arched over me, forcing me into a back-contorting twist as he claimed my lips, tongue lashing. I pushed against him, nipples grazing the hair on his chest and hips bucking hard against the thick column of flesh searing my skin.
I let out a shuddering moan when he pressed me back against the rug and found my nipples, latching onto one with his mouth while tweaking the other with hard pinches that drove me wild. His cock grazed my inner thigh, hard and long enough to nearly brush my opening, though his hips were poised just above my knees. I spread my legs and hooked them around the backs of his thighs, urging him closer while he pawed and sucked at my breasts with hungry growls.
He pulled back and hovered over me with a wicked laugh that rumbled deep in my core. “You need power, my sweet. Power does not come quickly.”
I groaned, realizing he intended to torture me until I begged, but he had it right. The more he teased, the more power I would be able to absorb.
He slid down my body and grabbed my ankles, pushing them up to drape over his shoulders. Lowering his head between my thighs, he brushed his tongue over my slit with only the barest pressure to part my folds before taking another long lick. This time he delved deep enough to make me cry out. I reached down and grasped his horns, bucking up into his seeking tongue as he plunged into me, then back out to swirl his tongue around my swollen clit.
He leaned back again and my legs fell wide, my chest heaving from the onslaught. I gasped to regain my breath in this small reprieve he’d granted me.
His lips glistened with my juices and he licked them, humming low as he savored my flavor. Sliding his hands up my inner thighs, he paused at the tops, tickling lightly against my outer folds before using the thumb and forefinger of one big hand to part me and hold me open.
“Y
ou are a needy thing for me. I think you enjoy a good fuck more than making love, don’t you? Is it the nymph in you craving her true awakening like last night?”
“I . . . I don’t know. I just need you to fuck me.”
18
Deva
Llyr stroked one fingertip over my exposed clit, flicking it gently back and forth until I squirmed and a fresh surge of hot fluid slipped between my cheeks. As if his attention had followed the path of my arousal, he pushed my thighs up, exposing me fully to him. He drifted his fingertip back down along my center until it grazed the slick opening of my ass.
I gasped when he plunged his finger into me without warning. “I remember how eagerly you took your ursa last night. Did you like feeling a cock buried in this tight hole?”
He fucked his finger in and out of me, then bent again and slid his tongue in a long lick through my flooded core.
“Sweet Mother, yes,” I said, grabbing at his horns once more and hoping he would bring me off quickly just once.
But Llyr was nothing if not perceptive. Somehow, he knew just the moment when I hit that razor’s edge and he pulled back again, resting his warm hands against my thighs and holding me wide while he gazed down at my exposed core.
The heat in his dark gaze made my flesh tingle with want.
“Please don’t make me wait,” I said, and his eyes shot to mine again. For a moment, I thought his primal shape had faltered, his face losing its angular edge and softening for a split-second. But it passed, his brows creasing and his lips curling into a wicked smile.
“If you beg me like that, then be prepared to get fucked.”
“Please—”
I barely got the word out before he grabbed my hands and yanked me into his lap. He still rested on his knees in the center of the rug and I slung my legs around his hips, eager for deeper contact. He grasped both my hips in his big hands and lifted me until the searing head of his enormous shaft prodded at the sensitive flesh between my thighs.
I gasped at the sudden shock of sensation, as if the head of his cock were alive with potent magic of its own. And it could have been, if he had leaked any amount of essence that came into contact with my core.
I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and forced myself to meet his swirling gaze. The colors in his eyes changed in his primal form from their usual aqua to a deeper, darker turquoise speaking of untold, treacherous depths that could sweep me in and hold me under. They reminded me of the darkness I had lived in as a prisoner to the enemy, the darkness I had shared with him and his brothers for what seemed like an eternity.
But now I wanted to lose myself in that darkness, let him envelop me entirely and blot out the rest of the world and all the trials I’d encountered since my decision to run in the wake of experiencing his touch the first time.
His lips peeled back in a grimace. “Don’t look at me that way, Deva. My soul wants you too much. If you don’t want me to make love to you, don’t think those thoughts.”
I slammed the door on those memories and wrapped my arms around his neck. Pressing my mouth to his ear, I said, “Tear me apart with that cock of yours, Llyr. Fuck me until I beg you to stop.”
With a primal yell, he shoved his hips forward, slamming me down at the same time. His cock speared me hard and I opened my mouth to cry out, but only air escaped, leaving me breathless for the first few unbearably delicious strokes. His immense girth stretched me even wider than Bodhi’s fist had and was so perfect a distraction I clenched tight around it, desperate for the pleasure-pain combination to persist as long as possible.
My peak came swiftly thanks to his relentless pumping and his control over my movements. All I could do was hold on, his fingers digging into my hips and ramming me up and down on his cock. I let the wild flow take over, surrendered to it entirely, and was only half-present in my body when my cries surrounded us and pleasure wracked my core.
Llyr followed with a yell, flooding my channel with molten heat, but he showed no signs of stopping. He pulled me off him and flipped me over, barely giving me time to right myself on my hands and knees before hauling my hips back and driving his cock into me so hard I saw stars.
This time he snaked both hands around me, dipping one between my legs and the other covering my breasts. His fingertips flicked simultaneously at my nipples and my clit until I spasmed around him once more, nearly falling limp in his grasp as he continued pounding into me. I was nothing more than a useless ball of ecstasy when he drove me to yet another climax and his power surged into me in another hot wave, along with the jets of his orgasm into my aching depths.
I was no more than a ragdoll in his embrace after the rough treatment. He paused, holding me against his chest almost too tightly for me to breathe. His teeth in my shoulder and his growl in my ear were the only warnings I got before he went at me again, turning us and pressing me facedown into the cushions of a big armchair. He rose on his knees and draped one of my thighs over the arm of the chair, dropping low to drag his tongue through my dripping folds before positioning himself behind me and sliding in once more.
His big body loomed over me, and from the corner of one eye, I saw his large, fleece-covered thigh flexing as his cock pistoned in and out, more slowly and deliberately than before, but no less brutal with each solid thrust.
I was almost entirely spent, but the flood of magic coursing through me was still not enough. I’d have cried out for a break if I didn’t need more. I wouldn’t give up until my well of power was filled with enough magic to completely heal Bodhi’s damaged body.
The saving grace was that every stroke of his cock in and out of my channel sent fresh sparks of pleasure through my body, simultaneously exhausting me and waking me up to cry for more. It was only partially an effect of the abundance of his essence filling me now. His semen had aphrodisiac effects if consumed, but the magic was just as potent when it soaked into skin.
His wild presence tickled inside my mind, a reminder of our connection. “It isn’t just me, sweetness,” he rumbled from behind me, clutching at my ass with both hands and slowing his pace to an almost lazy, languid push and pull. “Your nymph responds to me so very well.”
He shoved in deep and grabbed my hips, holding me tight against his pelvis, his huge cock a hot, pulsing presence inside my stretched core. His cockhead nudged and throbbed at the deepest part of me and I groaned, my muscles spasming around him and my clit throbbing almost painfully. I clutched at the chair cushions, burying my face in the fabric.
Llyr released one hand from my hip and slid it up along my spine in a smooth, slow stroke until his fingers tangled in the hair at my nape. He pulled and I protested, yet the pain only lit my body up hotter. The tension compelled me to rise up, the change in angle forcing his cock even deeper until I whimpered from the bliss of being impaled on such an enormous shaft.
Keeping his hand bound in my hair, he pulled me tight against his chest and twisted my head around far enough that our mouths could meet. With his other hand, he squeezed and pinched at my breasts, sending sharp spikes of pain and pleasure down through my center and straight to my clit. I reflexively sank my teeth into his lower lip, evoking a rough chuckle from him.
“My little chimera likes being fucked rough, doesn’t she?” he asked, hooking his other hand beneath one knee and lifting me off his cock, only to drive his hips up into me hard.
The bruising thrust jarred my body and another whimpering moan escaped me. I’d already succumbed to the pleasure, every touch driving me closer to the brink with equal force. But this was more that I could endure.
Llyr tilted his hips back, the slick slide a pleasant reprieve from the aching need, then slammed in once more, harder and so close to perfect I nearly begged. His breathing grew ragged in my ear and his fingers slipped out of my hair, dropping to brace across my shoulders, holding me tight to his broad, hard chest. He drove in again, the surge of pleasure even greater than last time.
His wet tongue grazed the line of my j
aw, and I craned my head to meet his mouth again, hungry and desperate. Our teeth banged together and pain lanced through my lip before our mouths merged.
As he pulled back out of me, I sensed a subtle tremor in his body, a signal that he had reached his limit. But he pushed on, driving inside me again with a desperate groan.
When he plunged deep once more, the dam broke. I tore my mouth away and cried out, shaking in his grasp, my core blossoming with an explosion of pleasure. He crumbled around me, letting out a yell of surrender as his cock spasmed and his seed flooded me once more, carrying a fresh wave of potent magic.
I couldn’t move, not just because he still had me clamped in his vise-like grip and speared on his enormous shaft, but because my motor functions had escaped me in that moment, my entire body nothing but a series of sparking jolts of magic. I was only vaguely aware of the world tilting and Llyr letting out a long groan as he lay back on the rug behind us, still holding me close. He turned us onto our sides, wrapping himself around me with his cock still buried deep.
The fire blazed in front of me, its heat nothing compared to the inferno of my body and the huge satyr behind me.
He squeezed my hip, giving me a slow nuzzle and pushing into me gently. “I will fuck you all night if I need to, Deva. I’d rather you were conscious for it, so if you need to rest, we can take a break, or I can fuck you while you sleep.”
A part of me wanted to take him up on the offer, to lose myself to the utter hedonistic abandon he suggested. I may have been exhausted, but he’d refilled my well, so I knew I could find the energy to keep going. But I didn’t need it, and I knew that the longer we spent in each other’s arms, the harder it would be for him to resist his true desires, or for me to resist giving him what he wished for.
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