Page 166 of I Dream of Dragons

No, I don’t care. I’m not coming until I’m inside her.

Somewhere deep inside my mind, Phaethon laughs.

Fuck him.

See how it’s done, bastard? How you pleasure a girl, as opposed to simply slamming into her and getting only yourself off?

His laughter fades.

Unfair, I know. I felt her release when he had been with her. She liked being with him, dammit, and I wish I could punch his face. Jealous? Me?

Still a valid point, though. He doesn’t get to mock what I have with her.

“I wasn’t mocking you,”Phaethon mutters.

Get out of my head.

She’s gasping for breath, still hovering over my mouth, her thighs trembling. So I grip her hips more tightly and move her down my body until I can look up and see her face.

I grin at her. Her smile is radiant, her eyes heavy-lidded.

“Now I want you in my lap,” I rasp, “on my cock. I want you riding me as if you’re riding to war. Angry. Fierce. Bright. I want you to use my cock, use it to come again, come so hard you will feel it for days.”

Her breath hitches.

“I want you to feel me,” I say more softly. “Fucking feel me, my love.”

“Jai…”

“And I want to feel you, too.”

Without another word, she scoots further down my body and I sit up, lifting her up, positioning her over my cock.

Now… now at fucking last. As she lowers herself onto my cock, her heat enveloping the head, her inner walls dragging against the length, I bite back a shout.

It feels goddamn good.

Damn perfect.

The heat, the pressure, it’s killing me. I need to hold back until she comes again, until she takes her pleasure on me. I’ll sure try. No guarantees. I’m already hovering on the sharp edge of a chasm, about to explode.

I’m going to break into a million fucking pieces, return to fucking dust, and it will be worth it.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

RAE

Rocking on Jai’s cock is so different from my experience with Phaethon. Everything feels different, although it’s the exact same powerful body, the exact same hard cock.

He lies back down, and I don’t want to think about his ruined back, too lost in sensation. His hands are still on my hips, secure, strong, coaxing me to rise and fall, to rock as fast or as slow as I need to.

He isn’t telling me what to do, though his jaw is clenched and his eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused. He feels rock-hard inside me and his heart, where I’ve placed my hands on his chest, is thumping as fast as mine.

I glance again at his face, his marked cheekbones flushed, tendrils of his black hair stuck to his forehead and temples with sweat, his slack mouth.

Rumpled and sexy. So hot.

His gaze dips to my swaying breasts and he groans. His cock jumps inside me, making me moan in turn.