Page 61 of I Dream of Dragons

“Phaethon could take over, and he’s… unkind. He could hurt you.”

This is news to me—that in the throes of pleasure he could accidentally unleash the Eosphor. I hesitate, but then…

I can’t stop now, and is it wrong that I want to see what Phaethon would do, if he’d pin me to the wall, take me hard, be unkind to me? That I like both Jai’s control and gentleness with me, his wish to let me do what I want, and the idea of him losing all control and going as feral and rough as Phaethon would? I want a man who respects me and listens to me, but in the bedroom I’d like him to sometimes take the reins.

Force pleasure into me.

Take over and make me give in, give up, stop worrying and fearing. Stop aching.

The thought stuns me a little, and I go still, listening to his ragged breathing.Phaethon… Why do I find the arrogantprick hot, too? Or is it just easier to be taken hard, avoid any gentleness, any emotion?

Then I think I’d like to see Jai go a little crazy, too.

“Rae…” He’s still trembling—his whole body tense, the muscular thigh on which my other hand has landed hard as a rock. His cock twitches in my hand with a life of its own, and a nutty, musky scent laces the air.

A pearly drop has appeared on the head of his cock. I smear it with my thumb and a strangled sound escapes him.

Interesting.

Then I move from under him onto my knees, and his cock jumps in my hand.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes, long fingers sliding over my head, digging into my hair. “This is a fantasy. It’s not real.”

Which pushes me to prove him wrong. It’s not like I’m not dying to try this with him, to explore his rugged body and find out every sensitive spot.

Starting with the hard rod of flesh trembling in my hand.

When I stick out my tongue and drag it over the underside, he swears again, a low sound, his fingers clenching in my hair. The light sting gives me the courage to explore further. I drag my tongue over his cock again and taste the new drop appearing in the tiny slit on the head.

“Fuck!” He’s panting now and his cock has somehow grown harder and larger. “Fuck, Rae.”

So I open my mouth and slide it over the flared head, let it hit the back of my throat.

“Oh,Gods, yeah. Take it deep. Good girl.” He pulls my hair, pulls my head back. I find his gaze on me, black and hot and burning. “Take it deeper. You can do it.”

I’m growing damper between my legs. Fucking soaked. Who knew dirty words would have such an effect on me?

And let’s not forget the thick, hard cock in my mouth.

Jai’s cock, specifically.

His voice in my ears.

His scent.

His warmth.

His body, his pleasure, the shattering of his self-restraint, it all belongs to me. I did this to him. He’s so affected by me.

And it makes me hot and bothered and… happy.

I try not to examine the realization too closely, and that’s not difficult with Jai’s fingers in my hair and his cock in my mouth. It’s easy to lose myself in the feel of him, the scent, the taste, the burning presence of him.

I suck on his cock experimentally and his hips jerk forward. “Damn…”

He catches himself a little but I can feel the strain in his powerful body as he tries to hold back, not to ram his cock down my throat.

I almost grin—or would have, but my mouth is kind of occupied right now. His cock is so thick it stretches my lips and the head is choking me despite Jai’s best efforts to hold back.