Page 24 of Red King (The Dragon Tributes #7)

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A rctic

I climb in through the window, closing it behind me. Then I close the blinds and turn. Paisley is in a thin silk robe. Her nipples are begging me to suck on them. Her hair is still wet from the shower. I don’t think she’s been home for too long. I rushed over here as soon as I could. I’m fucking desperate for this female. It was a long afternoon and an even longer evening.

All I wanted was to go over to Paisley. To talk to her. To touch her.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi, Paisley.” My voice is thick with need. I pull both my hoodie and my shirt over my head in one move and then pick her up in my arms.

She makes a little startled noise and giggles.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” I growl as I carry her to the bedroom, tossing her gently onto the bed, which rocks under her weight.

She looks unsure.

I kneel on the mattress, and it dips beneath me. “Is everything okay?”

She leans up and cups my face with her hand in a show of affection that feels…wrong.

“I should be asking you that question.” Her eyes are filled with concern.

Fuck! She heard about Ice. Of course she knows about him. By now, they all do. I had somehow hoped that Paisley wouldn’t find out until after he was gone. I don’t know why it bugs me that she knows, only that it does.

“I’m absolutely fine.” My jaw tightens. My whole body tightens. “It’s not a big deal.” I shrug.

“It is a big deal, and you can’t be fine,” she says. “He’s your brother, Arctic.”

I take her hand off my face, hold it for a second, and then drop it. “I swear, I’m absolutely fine.”

“Your brother is being put to death tomorrow for killing your wife.”

“I know the facts.” My tone is clipped.

“Were you going to tell me?”

I shrug. “I thought you knew. Everyone knows.” I’m trying not to be short with her. It isn’t Paisley’s fault; in fact, she’s trying to be nice because she is fucking nice. I don’t need nice. I don’t want nice. I’m not here for nice.

“We don’t have to do this tonight. There must be a lot on your mind. Tomorrow—”

“Tomorrow can stay right where it is. It’ll come soon enough. I’m here for tonight. I’m here to leave my troubles outside and to have a moment for me, Paisley. I don’t want to talk about Ice. I want to forget about him, about everything out there. All my responsibilities, all of the shit in my life. I want to use you, and I want you to use me right back.”

“Okay.” She licks her lips. “That’s understandable.”

“Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, of course. I just thought—”

“Well, don’t.” I pull at the tie to her robe, and it falls open. My dick gets harder as her curves are slowly revealed. “Are we doing this? Or should I go home?”

I’m being an asshole.

I sigh and close my eyes for a second, scrubbing a hand over my face. Then I cup her jaw with both my hands.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m being short with you. I know you mean well. I need you. I need to be inside you. That’s all I need right now. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You have me. I’m here.” She pulls her robe all the way open and opens her legs.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I growl. “I’ll try not to get too rough. I’ll do my best to keep my dragon—”

“It’s fine. I can take it. I can take you…all of you. Him, too.”

I want to kiss her, but I don’t. I just want sex. I want her. That’s all.

“Thank you for understanding.”

She nods.

I feel like a jerk. A grade-A asshole. I’ll make up for it. I’ll make her come harder than she ever has before.

“Did you touch yourself?” I growl.

“No.”

“Did you want to?”

She gives me the ghost of a smile. “Yes. You left me seriously hanging.” Paisley sits up and pushes me down on the bed. “I didn’t touch myself…but not because you asked me not to.”

“Oh, really now?” I grin up at her as she straddles me.

“I didn’t touch myself because I wanted to finish on your cock, and nothing else would do.”

Holy fuck!

“That sounds good. It sounds perfect.”

She unzips me, and I lift my ass so that she can pull my pants down enough for my cock to spring free.

I cup her perfect tits in my hands and knead them a little, pinching softly on her nipples. She moans.

Then I go right for the prize and rub on her clit, making her moan harder.

“Are you going to ride me?” I ask her.

She keeps rocking against my hand. Paisley nods, getting wetter by the second. Her black silk gown is half off her shoulder and doesn’t hide a thing. I push a finger inside her.

She groans with need when I press my thumb on her clit as I work her channel.

“Yes…yes…oh!” Her gorgeous red hair is in a wet tangle about her shoulders. I move back to her plump clit, my finger slipping and sliding over the nub.

I can also see how wet she is. Glistening pink. She’s swollen. I want her so badly; I can’t wait much longer. It’s been a long-ass day. A shitty day. And tomorrow— No! Fuck! I’m not going there. I meant what I said.

I lift her, holding onto her hips. “Take me,” I murmur. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Then she’s lifting herself up. Taking my dick into her hand and positioning herself over me.

I groan hard when she starts to lower herself onto me. Her pussy is like a tight velvet glove.

“So good.” I’m groaning like I mean it…because I do. Holy fuck, but I do.

She groans too and then bites on her lip, her lids dropping to half-mast.

I have a fleeting thought of a condom, but I’m not stopping to sheath myself. My hands are on her hips, guiding her. Paisley’s feet are on the bed, digging into the mattress.

Her mouth is falling open as she lifts up and down on my cock. Her eyes are wide. Her breathing is already rapid. It doesn’t take long for her to take all of me. Her pussy is just as greedy as she is. She halts for a few seconds.

I rub on her clit. Her eyes widen, and she starts moving. Slow and steady at first, and then faster and harder.

“Paisley,” I whisper her name with reverence. “You feel so good.” I’m grunting and groaning. Louder and harder. I’m having to hold on. “Beautiful…so beautiful.” I tell her that every time we fuck, but I can’t help it.

It’s true.

Paisley is making these noises. She’s letting her head fall back as she rides me. Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip. Her eyes squeeze tightly shut.

“Yes…like that…just like that,” I urge her on.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders. I keep a hold of her hips, helping her take her pleasure from me. I’m also moving, thrusting up into her. I’m finding her spot, watching my cock sink into her flesh. In and out. I go harder, my hips piston in a fast, punchy motion. I watch her breasts jiggle and bounce with each hard thrust and feel my balls tighten even more. I’m clenching my jaw, trying to hold back.

I lean into her and suck on a tight nipple, rolling it around in my mouth. Paisley is moaning loudly.

She’s so hot, so wet, so damned tight. She’s completely captivating. I can’t take my eyes off her. I keep my finger on her clit, strumming it again.

Her hands clench my shoulders tighter; her moans turn silent as her pussy starts to flutter around me. Paisley groans deeply, the sound quickly morphing into a harsh yell. Her pussy clamps down on me as she starts to come. Squeezing me mercilessly. I can’t hold on…I can’t. I push my face into her glorious chest as my orgasm pounds through me. I shout her name, my hands clasping her a little tighter. Scales pop out, but only a few this time. I somehow keep my dragon at bay, even though he is roaring inside me.

She finally slumps against me.

We’re both breathing heavily. Still rocking against each other as the aftershocks move through us. She shivers and moans. I growl low as we stop moving. We’re holding onto each other, trying to catch our breath. Still locked together. It feels intimate. I want to stay right here, just like this.

I want it so badly that I turn us over so that she is on her back. Then I ease out of her, watching my seed drip from her.

My dragon loves it. He loves that we’ve marked her. I have to tell him to calm the fuck down. It isn’t like that. I move back over her, taking my weight on my elbows.

He wants me to mark her again and not just with my cock this time. He can go to hell.

“Your eyes are doing that thing.” She cups my face again. I like it. I like it a little too much.

“What thing?”

“Your pupils are slits, like a reptile.”

“I’m sorry, I…um…”

She smiles gently. “No, I like it. I thought your dragon was beautiful. All those white shimmering scales.”

Despite myself and everything going on, I laugh. “He’s terrifying, not beautiful.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.”

Her eyes lighten up. “It’s probably time to do a demonstration again for the Tributes in your dragon forms. I think they’d be open to it now. They’d love it and find you just as beautiful as I do.”

“Just as terrifying, you mean?” I grin.

The hand on my face goes around the back of my neck, where she plays with my hair. I want to arch my back and purr like a fucking cat at her touch.

“You looked like you were having a good time with Hannah tonight.”

Does she want to palm me off already? I hope not because I’m not done with her yet. Not by a long shot.

I grab her hands in one of mine, holding them above her head, pressed down on the mattress, and then I enter her pussy in one easy thrust.

“I don’t want to talk about Hannah or anyone else.” I kiss her as I start thrusting into her tight heat. “I don’t want to talk at all,” I say against her mouth before deepening the kiss.

I only wish I could stay here forever.