Page 7 of Fated to the Dragon King (Alpha Dragons’ Fated #4)

Hayley

As if Alaric controlled my body through magic, the touch of his mouth on mine, his hand on my waist, aroused me almost instantly.

His tongue dancing with mine, licking my teeth, the masculine taste of him, sent my head reeling.

Where his erection pressed against my lower body, my pussy flamed with a fierce and hungry heat.

That our hands were tied together added an erotic flavor to our kiss.

I rubbed my hips against his, inviting more contact, letting him know without words how much I wanted him.

How badly I needed him. He responded by lifting his hand to tangle his fingers in my hair, slanting his mouth against mine for a better angle.

He took my breath from me. Literally. I had to take a step back, gasp for air, my pussy leaching my arousal into my panties.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice both gruff and soft.

“Need – to breathe.”

His guttural chuckle sent a waft of his warm scent against my cheek. “I think this works better without our clothes.”

“You might be right.”

Still, getting undressed with one of our hands tied together proved cumbersome.

And hilarious. We laughed, giggling like kids, as we kissed while Alaric worked to get my shirt off.

That feat accomplished, he bent me backward, his cock hard against my loins, over his arm.

His hot mouth sucked and nipped first my right breast then my left.

I gasped, the raw pleasure sinking straight into my core.

Spreading my legs invited him to rub his still enclosed shaft against my crotch, a sensation that nearly had me orgasming then and there. Helpless against his strength, his muscular body, I endured the sweet, erotic torment until Alaric straightened and brought me up with him.

“Naked,” I groaned. “I need you.”

“As my queen commands.”

Awkward, we bumped heads while trying to get my pants and his trousers off. My garland tipped over my forehead, but I didn’t have a hand available to take it off. Giggling, we kissed as he kicked his pants away, and I unbuttoned his shirt.

He backed me toward his massive bed, his iron hard shaft pushed against my stomach. My garland at last fell off as we tumbled together onto the mattress, Alaric on top of me.

“Okay, this has got to go.”

He sent his flowers sailing into unknown territory, then squirmed down my body until his mouth was on level with my mound.

I shivered at the first touch of his tongue on my clit.

An apparent expert on going down on a woman, Alaric pressed his free hand and our bound hands on my hips to stop me from bucking them up and into his mouth.

“Oh, gawd,” I moaned, unable to move. “Oh, man, stop, oh, no, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Nor did he stop. The torture went on and on as he sucked and licked and nipped my clit until my juices gushed into his mouth.

My pussy flared with a savage heat, my climax approaching at roughly the speed of sound.

I cried out as it struck, my explosion ripping through me, my pussy walls clenching and unclenching in savage pleasure.

Weak, gasping for breath, I fell back onto a pillow. Alaric lifted his body over mine, his shaggy hair falling over his brow and eyes. I reached for and found his cock, but was unable to do much more than stroke my free hand up and down his hard length. Alaric hissed through his teeth.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.

He nudged his cock’s head into my pussy.

I moaned as he drove himself further in with each mild thrust, spreading me wide, working his way deeper while permitting my body to get used to his invasion.

He was so big. My pussy welcomed him with another orgasm, oiling his shaft so that he slid in and out with ease.

I dug my fingernails into his back as my climax rolled over and through me.

Sweat blossomed on my skin as the heat spread, flaring like flames I saw behind my closed eyes.

Alaric’s thrusts speeded up until he hammered his shaft into me.

His free hand lifted my butt high, allowing me to wrap my legs around his thrusting hips.

My third climax sent me over the edge. I screamed as I came, harder than ever, my pussy on fire, his cock slamming, our mingled sweat greasing our skin where it met. Alaric groaned through his tense jaw, his cock spasming within me.

He came as hard as I did, his body rigid, stiff atop mine, a long moan issuing from behind his teeth and striking my ear.

He continued to thrust, hard, deep, his shaft blasting his come into my womb.

His heavy body trapped my air in my lungs, making it hard to breathe.

I sucked in as much air as I could as my climax deflated at the same time Alaric’s shaft went flaccid.

He rolled off of me, panting, breathing heavily. I lay on my back, gasping, as the cooler room air wafted over my hot, wet body. His jizz and my honey trickled from between my legs and dampened the bed’s cover beneath us.

Alaric rolled toward me long enough to loosen the rope that bound us together. “It’s done. We’re married.”

I didn’t answer. Too exhausted to do anything except breathe, I listened to the air conditioner and wondered if I was now pregnant with his child. Too late to consider sex with a condom.

Alaric tucked me against his ribcage, his strong arm around my shoulders. “How about a marital shower, then dinner?”

I giggled wearily. “I don’t think I can handle going out to eat.”

“I’ll cook, no worries.”

His bathroom was beautifully tiled and expensively crafted with a double set of sinks and a glass walled shower. The floor felt cool under my bare feet as I paced in behind Alaric’s massive frame. I admired his tightly muscled backside while he bent to turn the faucets on.

Under the warm spray, I lathered Alaric’s body, running my hands over his slick skin, his bulging muscles. I inwardly swore he’d handily win a Mr. Universe contest. He amazed me with such incredible strength that he touched me with a gentleness I didn’t realize he possessed.

His powerful hands caressed me with tender care, soaping my body and washing me as though I was of a priceless value to him. Perhaps I was. By marrying me, he gained his lawful inheritance.

My old self-loathing returned when it occurred to me Alaric could have married a ho and still inherit his loot.

I didn’t matter.

Not to anyone.

Enjoy married life while you can. He’ll kick you to the curb once he gets his money.

Low self-esteem or not, great sex made me hungry.

And Alaric turned out to be a damn good cook.

I ignored the divorce proceedings hovering in my near future, and breathed in the wonderful odors of grilled steak.

After our shower, he’d donned a pair of jeans and nothing else as he worked in his immaculate kitchen.

“Wine?” he asked, opening the fridge. “I don’t have vodka.”

“Sounds great.”

He poured an expensive red blend into two glasses, then sat at the table with me. I sipped the fruity wine, rolling it around my tongue as though I knew what a fine wine tasted like. It slid into my stomach as smoothly as milk, and went straight to my head.

“Thank you for doing this,” Alaric said, holding his glass without drinking. “Marrying me. You didn’t have to.”

“You paid me well enough,” I replied, sipping again.

“That’s true, I suppose.”

“Just don’t divorce me too soon, all right?” I chuckled. “I like being in this house.”

Alaric frowned, staring into his wine. “I like having you here.”

“But?”

“But?”

“There’s always a but,” I commented. “I heard it. You like having me here, but I’m out as soon as you get your inheritance.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

I drank again, feeling the wine’s heat feeding into my blood. “I’ll stay until I get a car, another place to live. I can afford both now. I know you don’t like me much, and since I don’t know how I feel about you, I’ll stay out of your way.”

Alaric stood and crossed the kitchen to the smokeless indoor grill, then turned the steaks. “Please don’t rush to leave.”

Nonplussed, I drained my glass and stared into space.

I didn’t allow myself to hope he wanted me around because he liked me.

No doubt, he needed me as insurance, possibly to testify that we did indeed marry and consummated the marriage.

I wondered if someone from his country would come and demand proof before granting him his money.

Setting my steak in front of me, Alaric poured more wine into my glass.

“Trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage?” I asked, chuckling.

“But of course.”

The steak was perfectly cooked and delicious. I devoured it with gusto, and still had room for the salad Alaric tossed. By the time I finished both, and a second glass of wine, I felt relaxed. Even happy.

“Let’s take our glasses and sit outside,” Alaric suggested.

“Sure.”

We sat on the deck at the back of his house, listening to the rush of the ocean and looking up at the stars.

I ignored the negative thoughts that wanted to seep into my mind, and told myself to be content with the moment.

I sat next to a good man on a beautiful evening, had money in the bank, and more options than I used to have.

So what if it was only temporary.

Nothing lasts forever.

My head buzzing pleasantly, I rose from my deck chair. Alaric glanced up in confusion as I sat in his lap and slid my arms around his neck. “As long as we’re married, I’m going to enjoy it. While it lasts.”

Alaric nuzzled my neck, nipping my flesh in the most erotic fashion. I quivered with anticipation as his hands slipped under my shirt to fondle my breasts. My nipples grew hard, like tiny pebbles, under his gentle touch. Heat spread through my pussy as Alaric’s shaft rose under my legs.

“Inside,” he whispered hoarsely, his mouth against my throat.

As effortlessly as he’d picked up a kitten, Alaric stood up with me in his arms. He carried me through the steak smelling kitchen to the front living room where I’d slept after Brad’s attack.

Rather than set me down on the plush sofa, he sat with me in his arms. I kissed him, my tongue in his mouth, his hand sliding between my legs.

His fingers teased me until I gasped for breath, my pussy throbbing with an ache only he could satisfy. Needing him inside me, I wriggled off his lap and quickly dropped my panties. I knelt on the couch, my back to him with my legs spread, inviting Alaric to mount me.

The couch shifted under his weight as he knelt behind me.

I heard his zipper come down, then felt the first nudge of his shaft between my legs.

I leaned back, meeting his thrusts as he gripped my shoulders.

I shut my eyes at the exquisite pleasure of his cock filling me, Alaric gliding in and out of my honey pot.

I moaned as he pounded me from the rear, his breath hissing through his teeth near my ear.

His chest brushed my back as he changed position, his arms holding himself up while he nipped and licked my shoulder.

I climaxed almost immediately. Pleasing heat consumed my pussy as I cried aloud at the sweet torment my orgasm spread.

Alaric pumped hard, filling me, knocking at my G-spot. This time I screamed with the pleasure as my body quaked, my core throbbing with a near pain, a sensation so powerful my body shook.

His body stiffened. Alaric groaned, hissing through his teeth as he came, exploding deep within me. I collapsed under him, exhausted, his softening shaft pulling from me. Flopping onto my side, I sucked in one ragged breath after another.

Lying beside me, Alaric pulled me against his chest, holding me tightly.

He, too, panted, catching his breath. Snuggling into his arms, my face against his shoulder, I felt as though I could stay there forever.

No worries, no hate filled sister screaming insults – just a blissful sleep next to a strong man who cared for me.

“Don’t leave,” Alaric whispered, his voice husky. “Please don’t.”