Page 2 of Realms of Swords and Storms (Empire of Vengeance #3)

He took my hand with his free one, guiding me to his cock and I gasped as I ran my hand along his length.

Tarshi had been big, and now so was Sirrax.

I was starting to think it was a Talfen thing.

But Sirrax felt different. Where Tarshi’s skin was smooth, Sirrax was ribbed, like rough scales, and as my hand moved down to the base, I had to see for myself.

He pulled his fingers away as I sat up, staring at his cock and the strange extension above it.

I ran my fingers over the protrusion, and he groaned.

“What is that?” I asked.

“All dragons have. You will see. Will feel.”

Impatient, he pushed me down onto the grass, shoving my legs apart. “Need now.”

He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I braced myself, expecting him to thrust inside, but instead he teased me, sliding his length against my wetness, coating himself in my arousal.

"Too big," he growled, frustration evident in his voice. "Need more."

He lowered his head, and before I could process what was happening, his mouth was on me.

I cried out, my back arching off the ground at the intensity of the sensation.

His tongue was different—hotter and longer, more flexible than a human's, reaching places inside me that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my entire body.

"Sirrax," I gasped, my hands fisting in his white hair. "Gods, please—"

He growled against me, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure building inside me.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for his assault as his tongue moved with devastating precision, circling and flicking until I was writhing beneath him, my release building like a storm about to break.

When it came, it crashed through me with such force that I arched off the ground, a cry torn from my throat that echoed across the clearing. He continued through my climax, drawing out every last tremor until I collapsed, boneless and gasping.

But he wasn't done with me.

"Now ready," he growled, rising over me, his golden eyes blazing with hunger. "Take mate now."

Before I could recover my breath, he was positioning himself again, the thick head of his cock pressing insistently against my entrance.

I felt a moment of panic at his size.

"Sirrax, wait—"

He silenced me with a kiss, swallowing my protests as he began to push inside. The stretch was intense, bordering on pain despite my arousal. I gasped against his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"Breathe," he commanded, pulling back to look into my eyes. "Accept mate."

I obeyed, drawing in a shuddering breath as he continued his relentless advance. The strange ridges along his shaft created a friction that sent waves of unexpected pleasure through me, each one building on the last until I was gasping.

"Gods," I moaned, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. "You're too big—"

He growled, a sound so reminiscent of his dragon form that it sent a shiver through me. "Made for you. Will fit."

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out, my back arching off the ground. Tarshi would have waited, worried he’d hurt me, but Sirrax didn’t wait. And I didn’t care.

He began to move, pulling out almost completely before driving back in with a force that stole my breath.

Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure-pain through me, my body stretching to accommodate his size, the ridges along his shaft dragging against my sensitive flesh in ways that had me gasping and clawing at his back.

The strange protrusion I’d felt before now made sense.

With each thrust, it rubbed over my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

I was climbing again, faster this time, toward another peak that promised to be even more shattering than the first.

"Yes," he growled, his face buried in my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Feel mate. Take mate."

His rhythm was relentless, primal, each thrust deeper than the last. "Mine," he growled against my ear, his voice deeper, more guttural with each thrust. "Mine always."

I couldn't speak, couldn't form coherent thoughts as he drove me higher and higher.

The pleasure built impossibly, coiling tighter with each stroke of his cock inside me, each press of that strange ridge against my clit.

I was climbing toward something I'd never felt before, something terrifying in its intensity.

"Let go," he commanded, sensing my hesitation. "Give to mate."

His thrusts grew harder, faster, and suddenly my second climax hit with even greater force than the first, tearing a scream from my throat that Sirrax swallowed with a fierce kiss.

He didn't slow, didn't stop, fucking me through the waves of pleasure that seemed without end.

My body clenched around him, drawing him deeper as sensations I'd never known existed crashed through me.

I was drowning in him, in us, in the savage joy of our joining.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, filled with a savage need to claw at him, to bite him.

As he broke the kiss, I dragged my mouth down the side of his throat, my teeth scraping over his skin.

“Yesss…” he groaned. “Bite…”

I didn’t think, just bit down on his shoulder, sinking my teeth into his skin as he forced his cock deeper inside me.

He roared loudly, wrapping his arms around me, and pulling me tight against him as his hips slammed against mine.

His cock swelled impossibly larger inside me, the strange ridges growing more pronounced, catching against my sensitive walls with each brutal thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.

I felt another climax building, impossibly fast on the heels of the last.

"Can't—" I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders. "Sirrax, I can't—"

"Can," he growled against my ear, his rhythm never faltering. "Will. Mine."

His hands slid beneath me, gripping my ass and tilting my hips to change the angle.

The new position allowed him to drive even deeper, hitting a spot inside me that had me seeing stars.

The strange protrusion above his cock now pressed directly against my clit with each thrust, creating a dual assault of pleasure that threatened to tear me apart.

"Feel mate," he commanded, his voice rougher, deeper with each word. "Feel bond."

Something was happening between us—something beyond the physical joining of our bodies. With each thrust, I felt a strange energy building, crackling like lightning between us. His golden eyes locked on mine, holding me captive as he drove us both toward the edge.

"Sirrax," I whispered. "What's happening?"

Instead of answering, he captured my mouth in another bruising kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock, claiming every part of me as my orgasm tore through my body, leaving me shaking in his arms. But he wasn't done.

Even as I trembled through the aftershocks, he continued, his pace quickening, becoming almost brutal in its intensity.

His face was transformed, features sharpening, looking more draconic than human as he drove into me over and over.

"Mine," he snarled, the word barely human. "Forever."

He leaned down, and I cried out in pain as his teeth sank deep into my neck.

Blood trickled from the wound, his tongue lapping at it, but he didn’t let go, and then he was coming, his release flooding me with heat that seemed to burn through my entire body.

His arms tightened around me, holding me in an iron grip as his hips jerked against mine, driving his seed deep inside me.

I felt the strange ridges along his shaft expand, locking him inside me as he roared, his back arching as he came.

The sensation of him pulsing inside me, filling me with his heat, triggered yet another climax that tore through my already over sensitized body.

As we both shuddered through our release, that strange energy between us crested, a wave of power that seemed to bind us together in ways I couldn't begin to understand.

For a moment, I could feel him—not just his body against mine, but his thoughts, his emotions, his very essence merging with my own.

Joy and triumph flooded through me, and I wasn't sure if the feelings were mine or his.

For long moments, we lay together, trembling in the aftermath. His weight pressed me into the soft grass, his heart thundering against mine. I could feel him still pulsing inside me, his cock locked within my body.

"Can't move," he murmured against my neck, his breathing ragged. "Mating lock."

"What?" I gasped, suddenly aware that he was indeed still fully hard inside me, seemingly unable to withdraw.

"Normal," he assured me, shifting slightly to take some of his weight on his elbows. "Dragon way. Ensures mating takes."

The implications of his words slowly penetrated my pleasure-hazed mind. "Takes? You mean...?"

His golden eyes met mine, fierce with possessive pride. "Seed stays. Young come."

My heart skipped a beat. "Young? You mean children?"

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Strong young. From strong mate.”

“Sirrax, I can’t have children right now… I take herbs to stop it.”

He nodded, his face serious. “Not now. Later. When mate safe.”

I breathed out. “Maybe later.”

A grin spread across his face. “Lock still good other things.”

“What things…oh!”

The mention of children had distracted me for a moment, but I realised the swelling of his cock inside me was undulating, the ridges of his cock moving against me in a way that had me arching up under him and another climax hit me.

The pleasure was unbearable, overwhelming.

I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging deep enough to draw blood as wave after wave crashed through me.

Each pulse of his cock inside me sent fresh sparks dancing across my vision.

"Too much," I gasped, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. "I can't—"

"Can," he growled, his lips finding mine in a kiss that devoured my protests.

His hips ground against mine in small, tight circles that pressed that strange protrusion firmly against my clit.

The dual sensation—his cock pulsing inside me while he stimulated me from outside—was overwhelming.

The lock meant he couldn't thrust in and out, but the constant pressure against my most sensitive places had me spiralling into yet another climax that left me sobbing his name.

"Please," I begged, though I wasn't sure if I was begging him to stop or continue. My body felt like it might shatter from pleasure, every nerve ending raw and exposed.

"No end," he growled, nipping at my earlobe. "Mating lock stays until dawn. Much pleasure before then."

Dawn? I couldn't survive hours of this. Yet even as panic fluttered in my chest, my body betrayed me, responding to his relentless attention.

Time lost all meaning as we remained locked together, my world narrowing to the points where our bodies connected.

His cock continued its relentless pulsing inside me, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of my sweat-slicked skin.

I lost count of how many times I climaxed, each one blending into the next until pleasure became my entire existence.

When the lock finally began to ease, the first light of dawn was painting the eastern sky in shades of pink and gold. Sirrax groaned as he carefully withdrew from my body, both of us wincing at the sensitivity. I collapsed onto the grass, utterly spent, my body aching in ways I'd never experienced.

"Mate," he murmured, gathering me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me protectively. I should have protested, should have reminded him that I wasn't his possession, but I was too exhausted to do anything but curl against his warmth and fall into oblivion.