Page 85 of I Dream of Dragons

Holy shit.

“You did this,” he says. “With Jai. It feels familiar. He liked it.”

Hells.I sure hope he did. He had come, after all.

“Take it,” he says, and I brace myself. He pulls me toward his cock again and I won’t lie, my mouth waters like it had the last time.

This is hot. Why is this so hot?

I grip his length as I had done to Jai and mouth the head, tasting his salty-bitter essence, but he isn’t patient like Jai. Hegrabs a handful of my long hair and hauls me closer with a grunt. Lean hips start rocking, pushing his cock deep into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat with every thrust.

He’s fucking my mouth, hard and relentlessly, and my core contracts, wetness spilling out of me.

Good Gods.I can’t breathe. I’m suffocating—and I like it.

Yet it’s too much. After a moment, I slap his leg in protest. Tears track down my cheeks. My chest burns from lack of air.

Oh Gods, I’m going to suffocate on the cock of the most handsome man I’ve ever met, killed by his dark alter-ego.

Unexpectedly, he relaxes his hold and I jerk back, gulping in a sobbing breath, and another. Saliva runs down my chin.

His fingers are still twisted in my hair, and he hauls me forward again, against his cock. “Are you okay?”

I summon a grin, flicking my gaze up at him, and shit, the sight of him focused and intense, dark eyes burning over flushed, marked cheeks, mouth drawn in a smirk that’s as much grimace as anything…

“It’s my pleasure,” I murmur, not waiting to hear a reply before I put my mouth back on his hard cock.

His hand in my hair doesn’t exactly gentle, but his thrusts are less forceful, and when I glance up, I find his gaze on me, his lips parted.

Phaethon is fucking my mouth and he seems… to be enjoying it.

Who would have thought?

I inhale the musky scent as I lick and suck and let him use my mouth, stronger here, mingled with the salt of his cum. He’s close, I can taste it on my tongue. Feel it in the rigidness of his cock. The stutter and hitch in his breathing.

But then he stops. Stops moving, stops thrusting.

“Enough,” he growls, dragging my head back.

“But you…” I cough a little, wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. “You haven’t come yet.”

His lip curls. “I’m more interested in seeing what gets Jai so excited. You are the only woman to trigger such a response in him during all this time. Now…” He crouches down and puts his hands on my bodice, over my breasts. I shiver, my peaked nipples hypersensitive even through the fabric. “Let’s see what we have here.”

No other woman?

You asked for this, I remind myself as he grabs my already ripped gown and shreds it, leaving me bare on the floor.

Jai warned you but you wanted to see for yourself. Now take it like a woman. You’re wet for him, wet and aching, his forceful behavior hasn’t changed that. It might even have made you a little hornier, as you’d suspected it would.

Because this is still Jai? Because you wanted to push your own limits? Because you’ve been curious about Phaethon since you found out about him?

Because you wanted Phaethon to come apart just like Jai did?

I wish I had a clear reply.

Still, fear grips me when he shifts onto his knees in front of me, his cock jutting out big and proud, wet and flushed a dark purple. I haven’t had any actual sex with Jai—and my first time is to be with Phaethon?

This is like some cosmic joke.