Page 61 of Veiled Flames (Destiny of Dragons #1)

He lifts his head from my dampness. “Lie back,” he says sternly. “Fold your arms behind your head and let me do this without interruption.” His gaze softens. “We agreed. We’re doing it my way this time?”

His voice rises asking for confirmation, and so I nod and do as I’m told, lying back and folding my arms to tuck my hands behind my head so I’m less tempted to use them.

His mouth returns where it was, and his tongue flicks the sensitive nub where both his and Saxon’s fingers have delivered such pleasure.

His tongue feels even better than a finger—so wet, so soft and firm all at once—and I moan and squirm, as he changes the pressure and techniques of his approach.

At times, his tongue’s flat surface strokes me, and at others he forms it into a sharp point to circle the perimeter of my button or to flick right over its top.

It all feels so good, and he switches his tactics so many times it’s all I can do to keep my body down on the bed.

Then he latches his mouth around my button and sucks on it—hard.

Crying out, I arch up, certain no point between my toes and the crown of my head is touching the mattress.

In fact, if Tynan’s arms weren’t holding me in place, I’d be up on the ceiling.

Every muscle in my body is clenching, trying to figure out what I’m feeling.

Trying to process the idea of having his mouth between my legs.

Trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do.

When my spine drops back down, he strokes my belly with one hand and lifts his mouth from me for a moment. “Relax, my sweet Rose. Don’t think. Don’t do anything. Just let me taste you. Let me discover what your body most craves.”

His lips return to my sex, and he softly sucks my button while flicking it with the point of his tongue.

Without warning, my body explodes. Stars burst beneath my eyelids and blast out through my body.

My channel rapidly contracts, even though there’s nothing inside it, and my body thrashes in reaction to the multitude of explosions.

Every time I’m certain my pleasure is subsiding, his lips suck, or his tongue flicks, and my contractions start up anew. My body is shaking now; every muscle spent from exertion. This isn’t my first time reaching a sexual climax, but it might be my favorite to date.

Mercifully, his tongue and lips give me a break.

“I forgot about this.” He tugs on the trainer inside me. “Shall I remove it?”

“Oh. I?—”

He twists it, and I realize he wasn’t asking.

Not asking me, anyway. Although if I answer, I’m sure he’d consider my opinion.

But I’m barely capable of thought right now and have no idea what I want anymore.

Not much more than an hour ago, I never imagined such an object would go inside that part of me, or that a man’s lips and tongue could feel so good between my legs.

And now I know how it feels to have both at the same time.

Tynan said he planned to discover what my body craves, and right now I trust his judgement on that front, far more than my own.

Tynan bends my legs up toward my chest and leans against one to hold it in place. My other leg flops limply to the side as Tynan continues to play with the trainer, twisting it, pushing it, tugging it. And then, just as I start to get used to all these new feelings, he pulls the trainer right out.

I gasp. The exit brings on a sharp pinching pain, instantly replaced by a wave of pleasurable relief. But before I can even process the change, he presses the hard object straight back inside me. My body pulses in response, shaking and confused by so many conflicting sensations so close together.

“You enjoyed that,” he says without a hint of a question. And before I can even think of responding, he does it again, pulling the trainer right out and pushing it back in. My bum hole is burning and throbbing now, as if my heart is beating down there.

He jumps off the bed, returning with the tin of bear grease, and he adds more to the trainer the next time he pulls it out. It’s more slippery now and feels even better as he works the trainer inside me, again and again, without any predictable pattern.

Tynan toys with the marble, toys with me. He tugs it partially out and pushes it back in; then he pulls it all the way out. I never know exactly when he’ll fully extract it, or how long he’ll poke the narrow end gently into my pulsing entrance before forcing the thick part back inside.

His other hand rests low on my belly, stroking me, sometimes pressing down while the trainer is inside, and it makes my body feel the fullness with even more intensity.

His fingertips skirt through my triangle of hair, making me shudder, but he hasn’t yet returned to my button nor my cleft.

All of his attention is focused on the trainer and my belly, and he continues to demonstrate all the ways he can deliver me pleasure.

A kind of pleasure I never imagined before tonight.

I’m lost now. Unable to speak or to move. I stare at the stars painted on the ceiling, but my eyes don’t truly see. Every sense, every part of my mind and my body is engaged in reacting to what Tynan is doing with the trainer, and how his hand is teasing my belly and the hair below it.

“I’ve got an idea.” His bright eyes make contact with mine. “Don’t move.”

As if I could.

Leaving the trainer inside me, Tynan leaps off the bed, retrieves something from his jacket and then lands kneeling between my bent and widely spread knees. His stiff member bounces, but he barely seems to notice, and I wonder how he manages to function with such an unwieldy protuberance.

I lift my gaze from his rod as he pulls a white marble trainer from a velvet pouch.

“What? No!” I retract on the bed and my body clenches around the trainer already inside. “That thing is far too big. I only just started my sphincter training.”

“Oh, my sweet and innocent Rose.” He grins. “I don’t plan to use this trainer back here.” He toys with the marble orb inside my bottom.

“But…” I shake my head back and forth, confused. “What do you mean to do with it?”

His fingers slide through my folds, and I squirm and moan in response, no ability to control my body’s reactions.

“Before I fuck you with this—” Tynan bucks his hips, and his rod bounces “—I’m going to fuck you with this.” Making a circle with his thumb and forefinger, he runs it over the shape of the trainer, mimicking penetration.

This second trainer is so much longer than the one inside me.

It’s less of a tear drop, and looks more like a cock, except that its surface is smoother—lacking veins and ridges—and there is a significant bulge a few finger spans above its base.

I’d think the bulge was the handle, but there is more length and then an obvious handle below that.

The bulge looks as thick, perhaps thicker, than the girth of Saxon’s hardened cock.

Fear grips me.

“If you don’t enjoy it.” Tynan pulls me back to the moment. “I promise I’ll stop.” He licks his upper lip. “But I think you might find this pleasurable. Quite pleasurable.”

“I found your rod quite pleasurable.”

He laughs. “All in good time, my beautiful Rose. All in good time. But I plan to serve up several more courses before your dessert.”

I can’t help but laugh at his metaphor, or how he equates delivering his cock as the sweetest treat of the meal, but I’m curious about what these promised courses could possibly be. And my speculation only increases my excitement and arousal. Tynan is surprising me in so many ways.

“First,” he says. “Let me assure you, this trainer has been boiled since its last use. And…” His confident expression falters for a second. “And I know well that it fits inside a cunny.”

“A cunny?”

“A cunt. Your lady channel.”

“Oh. Cunny .” I repeat the word. “I like that better than cleft.” Then I frown. “How do you know it will fit?” I realize the answer before my question is fully out. “You’ve put this trainer inside other cunnies.”

“Yes.” He nods. “Not this one, but ones like it.”

I absorb the information. What does it matter? Tynan either knows, or strongly suspects, that I’ve had sex with Saxon. It doesn’t seem to bother him.

Saxon admitted to having many lovers before me, and although he’s much younger, I’m sure Tynan has too. Why should it matter if he’s used a trainer on a woman before?

As I watch him gauge my reaction, I realize that while his past doesn’t matter to me, his future does. Going forward, I very much do not want Tynan to pleasure any woman but me. Not ever.

I shake myself out of that notion. It’s petty jealousy, and absurd to lay any claim over Tynan, but my impulse to do so is fierce.

As Tynan patiently waits, I set aside the fictional future, returning to the more immediate one. “Do you plan to leave the other trainer inside me?”

He grins, clearly realizing that, by asking the question, I’ve indirectly given him permission to do what he wants.

“Yes.” He swallows, hard. “Unless it hurts, of course. Then I’ll stop, or pull the other one out. Either way, we’ll take this slow.”

“I trust you.” My own words shock me as they come through my lips, but I realize they’re true. I do trust him.

“This trainer.” He drags the large one through my cleft, and it feels heavy and cold. “The thick part mimics a dragon’s knot.”

I nod as if he’s delivering a lecture, and the stone starts to warm as he strokes the polished marble through my folds.

“What is a knot?” The dragon masters haven’t mentioned this yet.

His eyes haze over with wonder and joy. “The knotting…” He draws a long breath. “I’d heard it described, of course, but…” He shakes his head. “No words can do it justice.” Pressing the tip of the trainer against my opening, he twists it, reawakening all the sensitivity housed there.

My breaths become shallow, more rapid as I absorb the pleasure and anticipate what I’m sure will be a modicum of pain when he pushes that very hard thing inside me.

“Can you…can you try to explain a knot?” Regardless of what the dragon masters decide, I’m going to mount a dragon—or try to. Since I may be barred from further classes, I need to learn as much as I can.

“Once a dragon’s pommel is inside.” Tynan tugs on the trainer in my bum hole then presses it firmly back in. “Once it’s inside, its base expands.”

“Oh!”

He pushes the tip of the bigger trainer into my cunny, and my exclamation is as much in response to his words as his action. The trainer doesn’t feel as good as his cock, but the added pressure and stimulation is highly pleasurable.

“The knotting,” Tynan continues speaking as he works the trainer, twisting it to press around the sides of my cunny as he works it in further and further. “The knot is what solidifies your mental connection with your dragon.” He pushes the trainer even further.

I gasp. The marble rod is still cool, and the bulging section is pressing against my entrance, fighting to stretch it open.

“Does a dragon’s knot hurt?” My voice reveals the discomfort I’m trying to hide as the bulge tries to gain entry.

“At first. A bit. But the benefits far outweigh the brief moment of pain.” Tynan looks deep into my eyes and then pushes hard against the trainer.

I cry out as the bulge stretches me beyond what seems possible, but it gains entrance, and I pant in relief. Now that it’s inside, the wide section feels fine. It feels better than fine. And Tynan mercifully stops moving it, allowing me a chance to recover.

“That’s it, my Rose. Good girl. Look at you. You took the knot in.” The pride in his expression, his words of praise, penetrate my emotions more fully than the marble orbs are penetrating my body.

“Can you tell me more about the knotting?” My voice comes out tight and breathy.

“It’s what creates the mental connection between rider and beast.” He starts moving the trainer inside me, changing its depth and angle, and the movement shifts the one inside my bottom.

Tynan is pressing his fingers against the base of that one, holding it firmly inside, and the fullness of both trainers is almost too much to handle.

“The knotting makes the rider secure.” He tugs the new trainer out slightly, so that the thick part is threatening to escape.

The pressure on my entrance is intense, but then he pushes it back in, and I exhale in pleasure and relief.

He pumps the large trainer inside my cunny, and the bulging section strokes over very sensitive places, stealing my ability to breathe.

“Once the knotting is complete, you can’t fall from your dragon. Not unless one or both of you dies.”