Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“Are you sure, Princess?” I ask her.
She swallows hard.
“I’m sure. I want this—I want you.”
Those three little words hit me like a punch to the gut and I can feel my heart fisting in my chest. I’m not sure I deserve them, not after all the things I’ve done—but I’m going to earn them now…every single one.
I reach her and lean in to kiss her. Not hard, not hungry—not yet. I’m soft and gentle this time—my lips brushing hers like a vow.
Her mouth opens for me, sweet and yielding, and I taste her again. She raises up on her knees and her arms go around my neck as she presses close, her bare skin against mine, warm and soft and perfect. I love the feeling of her breasts against my chest…of her sweet, naked, curvy body rubbing against mine. The scent of her—wildflowers and honey and pure, feminine arousal—wraps around me, pulling me deeper.
I lift her up easily and lay her back on the flower petal bed, following her down. Her thighs part for me without hesitation, but I can’t take her yet—first I have to get her ready. And gods, do I want to get her ready—I want to taste her.
I settle between her legs, my hands sliding up the insides of her thighs, pushing them wider. She’s already glistening for me, her sweet pussy swollen and slick with need. I groan, the sound torn from my chest.
“Fuck, look at you, Princess. So pretty…all laid out just for me.”
“Valen, please…” Her voice is breathless.
I don’t tease her. I lower my head and lick her, flattening my tongue to cover her entire pussy.
Her hips buck, a sharp cry echoing in the magical dome surrounding us. Her taste explodes on my tongue—salty/sweet and addictive.
I do it again, lapping at her entrance, drinking her in. Then I focus on her clit— sucking the little bud into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it rapidly.
She arches off the bed, her hands flying to my hair, fisting tightly.
It hurts and I fucking love it.
“Valen! Oh, please!” she moans.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl against her wet flesh. “Let me hear you. You taste so fucking good.”
I fuck her with my tongue, thrusting it inside her, shallow at first, then deeper, curling it to reach as far as I can. I can feel her inner muscles fluttering around the intrusion, trying to pull me deeper. I add a finger, sliding one, then two inside her tight, clutching heat, crooking them to find that perfect spot. When I press against it, she screams, her hips bucking wildly.
“Right there! Oh, gods, right there!”
I redouble my efforts, my tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving her higher. But I want more for her. I want to give her everything.
A low rumble builds in my chest, a vibration that isn’t entirely mine. My Drake stirs, awake and watching, his hunger a mirror of my own. He wants a taste. And why should he be denied?
I let the Shift happen—not a full change, but a sharing. The sensation is a rush of heat through my jaw, my tongue. I feel it lengthen, thicken, the texture changing subtly. When I lower my head again and run this new tongue over her clit, she gasps.
My Drake’s tongue is broader, hotter, and the forked tips are exquisitely sensitive. I lap at her, the twin points tracing intricate patterns over her swollen flesh, dipping into her entrance to spread her open. Then I push inside her with it.
Her reaction is instantaneous and devastating. Her back bows off the bed, a broken moan coming from her throat.
My Drake’s tongue is longer, reaching depths my human one couldn’t. I fuck her with it—deep, penetrating strokes that have her clawing at the bed until flower petals come away in her hands, her thighs trembling around my head. The forked ends curl independently, stroking her inner walls, seeking out every secret, sensitive place.
“What—what is that?” she gasps, her voice breathless with pleasure. She’s had my Drake’s tongue inside her before—but never quite so fully. This time I really let him all the way out so he could taste her fully.
I pull back for just a moment.
“Our tongue, sweetheart,” I growl, the words doubled as my Drake echoes my voice. “His and mine. We both want to taste you. We both want to make you come.”
I suck her clit back into my mouth, applying relentless pressure for a moment…then I let my Drake’s tongue slide back inside her.
She moans and bucks her hips as the draconic tongue continues to plunge in and out of her, fucking her with a steady, primal rhythm. My nose nudges her clit as I tongue-fuck her. Her honey coats my mouth, chin and cheeks and I can’t get enough of it—can’t get enough of her.
“Valen…oh Goddess…yes…there…please!”