Page 66 of Progeny of the Cursed Egg (Dragonis Academy, Year 3)
“Yes, I’ve missed you. With everything that’s about to happen.
..” He shakes his head slightly before turning and kissing my palm, his lips soft against my callused skin.
“Let me love you how you deserve.” Dragon slits rise, eclipsing his eyes, turning the warm amber to reptilian gold that glows in the dim light of the office.
I smile, my lips curving upward at the sight.
He needs this. The skies may have been stolen from him, but I refuse to be.
Reaching out, I unbuckle and unzip his fighting leathers, the sound of the zipper cutting through the silence, and slide them off of him.
The material is stiff under my fingers, worn from battle.
He reaches up and rips the tee shirt off his body, the fabric tearing with a satisfying sound, and tosses the tattered remains over his shoulder.
My hands rest on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart and the smooth scars that pepper his skin, iridescent in the slanting afternoon light.
He pulls the pins from the ace wrap that binds my chest down; the metal clinking as they fall to the desk, letting the fabric pool around my waist. He stopped questioning why I still did it over a year ago.
But now, I think it’s more a habit than needed at this point .
He arches a brow at me, a silent question in his transformed eyes.
I reach down for my leather pants to get out of them; the material clinging to my skin before finally relenting.
It feels like forever since the last time he was this spontaneous, this hungry for me.
The second we’re both bare, he pulls me to the end of the desk and sinks into me with a groan that reverberates through his chest. He curls over me, his body a protective cage, and I feel every inch of him as he moves, filling me completely.
My body feels electric, nerves singing with pleasure as I focus on the warmth flooding me through the bond, a connection that pulses with renewed strength.
Abraxis’s wings stretch wide. The membrane is taut and veined, and the claws at the apex dig into the wood of the desk with a splintering crack as he rolls his hips, thrusting into me with a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.
The scent of arousal hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the musk of leather and the faint tang of the scales that line my spine.
Soft moans escape my lips, the sounds torn from my throat against my will.
I feel like he’s everywhere, inside me, around me, his scent filling my lungs and his taste lingering on my tongue.
I’ve missed this version of Abraxis, the uninhibited version.
The man I first fell in love with is back and holding me tight, his fingers leaving marks on my skin that I’ll wear proudly.
My fingers thread up into his hair, silky strands wrapping around my digits.
I pull his mouth to my throat, the skin there sensitive and tingling in anticipation.
I want him to bite me. I need to feel our bond burn bright like it used to, a supernova of connection rather than the dim star it’s become.
His lips caress my throat, hot and wet, before I feel his teeth sink in, sharp points breaking the skin with a delicious sting that sends lightning racing down my spine.
My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath from me as I cling to him.
My nails digging crescents into his shoulders as I ride the waves of pleasure that pulse through me in time with his movements .
When he removes his teeth and licks my wounds, the gentle rasp of his tongue soothing the ache, he lowers his throat to my mouth.
I take the hint and sink my teeth back into his original mate mark, tasting the salt of his skin and the copper tang of blood.
He growls his release into my hair; the vibration traveling through my body as he shudders above me, his muscles tensing and releasing.
His hips buck wildly, chasing his own pleasure, the rhythm erratic and desperate.
Eventually he slows, then stops moving and just holds me.
We lie on the desk, him on his forearms over me, our bodies slick with sweat and still joined. A soft laugh escapes his lips as he pulls his wings back. The movement causing the desk to creak in protest, and the sound makes me smile, my lips curving against his shoulder.
“Why are you laughing?” I can’t help but smile, watching him push the hair away from his face, the strands clinging to his damp forehead.
“I ruined my desk.” He motions above my head and I look at the deep gouges in his desk, splinters of wood jutting from the claw marks that now mar the once-polished surface.
“Yeah, you did. It was worth it.” I rise up and kiss his chin playfully until he tilts his head down towards me and captures my lips, his mouth moving against mine with lingering passion.
When he pulls back, a sigh escapes his lips, warm breath fanning across my face. “Let’s get you ready.” He pulls back and his length falls free, leaving me feeling suddenly empty.
I sit up and slide off the desk, the wood now warm from our bodies, and get dressed again, my fingers fumbling with the fastenings of my clothes.
“I so don’t want to go. I’m tired of being attacked all the time because of what I am.
” My voice sounds small, even to my own ears.
The vulnerability I try so hard to hide seeping through .
Abraxis hugs me to him, his arms encircling me completely, and I melt into his embrace, breathing in the comforting scent of him mixed with the musk of our lovemaking.
“It’s almost all over,” Abraxis whispers, his lips brushing my temple, sending a shiver down my spine, before leading me out of his office and back to the others to get this whole debacle over with.
The warmth of our renewed bond is a small comfort against the coming storm.