Page 5 of Dominating the Dryad (Halloween Temptation #13)

“This is just as nice as I thought it’d be,” Tristan whispers, gently lowering his body down on Peri’s and curling a hand around the curve of his waist. “But it would be even better naked.”

Peri’s breath catches in his throat. “Y-yes.”

“Well, we should get on that, then, shouldn’t we?”

He promised just a moment ago to listen so Peri takes Tristan at his word and immediately starts fiddling with the button of his pants. He manages to get them open and half-way down his hips—listening very well and quickly, may he add—before Tristan stops him with a chuckle.

“Let me, okay?” He says. “I want to unwrap you. Like the treat you are.” Tristan slowly inches the hem of Peri’s shirt up his stomach. “Or do you have any tricks up your sleeve? Can you make clothes magically disappear?”

“My magic is mostly to do with plants, sorry. I can grow you a flower if you want?”

Tristan stills, leaning down to press a laughing kiss to Peri’s lips. “Lets do that another day. Right now is all about you.”

Tristan moves again, swipes Peri’s shirt up and off his body—throwing it to the floor. His lips close in on the newly exposed skin and pepper kisses all over Peri’s body.

“You’re so small,” Tristan says between kisses. “So delicate.” He slips both hands around Peri’s waist. His fingers meet in the middle. “Fuck. I’m going insane. Your body is taken straight from my wet dreams, Peri.”

“Yours too,” Peri answers before his brain catches up. “You’re so big. And strong. Dryads don’t look like you.”

Tristan pulls off his own shirt, his hands leaving Peri’s body for only a moment. “Do you like that? That I’m so much bigger?”

Peri nods. “Makes me feel safe. Like you’ll take care of everything.”

“I will take care of you. Will make you feel so good.”

Making quick work of his own pants, Tristan finishes the job Peri started and throws it all into a pile on the floor. Now, all that’s left is their underwear.

Tristan lowers himself back down, lining their bodies up from feet to chests and pressing their naked skin together.

The feeling is intoxicating. Even more so than earlier on the dance-floor.

Now there’s even less clothing between their bodies, and their cocks—both hard and weeping—rub together through the thin fabric of their underwear.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” Tristan says, snaking his arms around Peri’s body.

“I’m going to make you feel so good. Ruin you for everyone else.

Make you mine.” His hands wander lower, cupping Peri’s ass before sneaking in past the waistband in search of naked skin.

“I’ve never wanted anyone this badly. I’ll never let you go. ”

Fingers brush between Peri’s butt cheeks, right over his furled hole begging for attention.

Peri has never felt this strongly about taking someone there—he does know how men have sex, he’s not a completely na?ve virgin—but now he can’t stop thinking about it.

All he wants is for Tristan to force his body open, to mold Peri’s body to fit his cock.

The touch is dry, and when Tristan applies pressure, there’s a sting of pain. “Fuck, I forgot about lube.” Tristan removes his finger, leaving Peri wanting, no matter the pain.

“What’s lube?” Another human word he doesn’t know.

“Lubrication.” Sitting back on his heels, Tristan rubs a hand down his face. He looks dazed, flustered. “To make . . . everything slicker.”

Peri turns impossibly hotter. “I have oil.” His thoughts wander to exactly what he’s done with that oil. “That I use when I . . .”

Suddenly, Tristan is back, pressing Peri down against the bed. “That would work perfectly.”

“You’ll have to get off for me to get it.”

A goofy smile spreads on Tristan’s lips. “Only if you give me a kiss first. That’s the fee.”

It’s a good price, and one Peri is happy to pay. He makes it quick though, eager to get on with it. After a quick peck, Peri darts over to his cupboard for his special bottle of oil. He’d kept it far away from his kitchen and medicinal oils—not wanting to cross-contaminate.

“Here,” he says, handing it over. “It’s probably a bit different from what you’re used to, but it works well.”

“Let’s try it out.” Tristan grabs Peri’s wrist and pulls him back into bed. “See how well you’ll listen.”

In the blink of an eye, Peri, once again, finds himself beneath Tristan’s broad body. Tristan puts the bottle down to the side and quickly pulls off both their underwear, shedding the last layer of protection between them.

Peri can’t help but let his eyes drop to Tristan’s cock standing hard and proud between his legs.

It’s so big. Peri has never seen a cock that big before.

Most dryads are thin, petite, and nimble—in every way—and Tristan is very much not.

He’s not sure his fingers would meet if he were to grab it with a hand.

“You’re unreal,” Tristan says, reverently stroking a finger from Peri’s throat down the middle of his chest and stomach. “Even better than I imagined.”

Without looking away from Peri’s body, Tristan grabs the oil and spreads some on his fingers—warming it up.

Peri has tried putting his own fingers inside himself before, but the angle is hard and he’s been too busy concentrating on the act instead of enjoying the feeling.

But now, with Tristan’s finger inching down towards his hole—he’s both excited and nervous.

“Are you ready?” Tristan asks, fingers hovering right by his entrance—close enough for Peri to feel the warmth from them. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Peri nods, eyes still tracing the lines of Tristan’s naked body. All of it is glorious. Bulging with muscles and long panes of golden skin. He’s gorgeous.

Then his gaze drops to Tristan’s hand as he feels fingers prodding at his hole. At first, Tristan only spreads the oil around—massaging into his skin and making sure he’s all slicked up. Only after that the tip of a finger slip in.

“Oh.” Peri’s body jerks in surprise at the unfamiliar feeling. It’s strange, but not bad.

“Okay?” Tristan asks.

Nodding again, Peri takes a deep breath and relaxes into the bed. “Keep going.”

So Tristan does. The first finger slides in with no issue, and even though he’s not screaming in pleasure, it feels . . . nice. And he definitely wants more.

“I’m going to put the second one in now,” Tristan says, leaning down over Peri’s body to press kisses down the column of his throat. “I’ll need to stretch you out quite a bit. You’re so small and tight. We’ll need to make sure you’re open enough to take me. Because I really need you to take me.”

The second finger is harder to take. Tristan manages to push an inch in, but has to fuck his fingers back and forth for a good while until Peri finally manages to relax.

Tristan gently scissors his fingers open, stretching Peri open until slowly the pain fades away and is replaced with even more need.

Curling his fingers, Tristan brushes across a spot that has Peri gasp in pleasure as his body seizes up. “This,” Tristan says, touching the same place again. “Is your prostate.”

He presses his finger across that spot once again. And Peri screams. He bows his back, curls his fingers into the sheets, and feels his whole body shudder. It’s like his soul wants to leave his body. Like his body wants to leave his body and fly up high in the sky.

“When you touch it . . .” Tristan’s lips are right by Peri’s ear now, his voice is deep and rough “. . . it makes you feel really good.”

Peri has completely lost control of his body. Shivering and trembling, he thrashes underneath Tristan’s body, both wanting more of his fingers and wanting to shy away from it. He’s never felt anything like it—a pleasure so intense he might pass out.

“Do you want to come?” Tristan asks, his fingers annoyingly stilling inside Peri. “I’m sure I can make you come like this. You’re so sensitive. So responsive.”

“Tristan,” Peri gasps, fingers digging into Tristan’s shoulder.

“Is that a ‘yes’? You’ll have to answer me, Peri.”

Peri swallows hard, fighting the moans and groans threatening to break free. “Yes.”

“Say it.” Tristan brushes his fingers against Peri’s prostate again, forcing a bubbling moan from his lips. “Say, ‘Tristan, please make me come’.”

Curling up, Peri hides his face in the swell of Tristan’s chest. The words swirl in his mind. He wants to speak them—so much that he’s burning in embarrassment—but it’s like his tongue has stopped working. He’s achingly hard. Aching to come. And all he has to do is ask.

“Please.” Tears form in his eyes. “Please let me come, Tristan. Make me. Please.”

“Good boy.”

Tristan’s fingers pick up speed, brushing over Peri’s prostate with every move. Peri’s senses explode.

The pleasure courses through his body like a raging river—untamed, wild, and uncontrollable.

His magic, that’s normally hidden away out of mind and out of sight, slips past his control, making the palms of his hands heat.

Had he been holding a plant—it would bloom.

Instead, it spills into the sheets and bed below his hands, making the wood of the bed-frame sing and strengthen.

It only takes one more brush of Tristan’s fingers for Peri to snap. White-hot, all-consuming pleasure explodes through him like lightning. A scream rips through his throat as his back bows off the bed as he cums all over his stomach without one single touch to his cock.

He soars on wave after wave of ecstasy, as his body shudders and his magic goes wild. He doesn’t know what he looks like at all, if Tristan can see the manifestation of his pleasure or whether his face is serenely relaxed, or scrunched up tight. And he doesn’t care. He feels too good to care.

Tristan’s voice gently guides him back down with words of praise and care. His hands stroke every single part of Peri’s body, and a gently kiss to his forehead makes him open his eyes back up.

“You did so well,” Tristan says, stroking a hand across the apple of Peri’s cheek. “Are you tired? Or do you want to keep going?”