Page 63 of Veiled Flames (Destiny of Dragons #1)

Forty-Five

Rosomon

I can’t believe how good it feels to be touched by Tynan. Touched everywhere, over and over and over.

Earlier, it was me who was impatient to touch him, and also eager to have him rut inside me again, but I’m happy now to let him deliver whatever new pleasures he has planned.

Having my hands bound is proving a bonus. Beyond slight movements of my lower body, and squeezing to hold in the heavy trainers, I’m unable to do a thing, leaving my mind free from decisions and able to concentrate on the delicious sensations.

He rises to look into my eyes, and I become lost in their depths, unable to focus on anything beyond what I see there. In Tynan’s green eyes, I see his confidence, his power and his kindness, his lust, and even better, his pride and admiration for me.

His fingers slide between my legs, and every time he touches the ends of the trainers, my body contracts around them. Even though it’s not him inside me, my body’s instant reactions when he nudges the marble, makes me feel connected to this man, to this prince, to this rider of dragons.

Reaching behind me, he tugs on the handle of the trainer in my backside. I moan as he plays with it, and then he pulls it right out.

I gasp. My back hole feels as if it’s still moving, as if it’s calling out to the trainer, wondering where its friend went. Our eye contact breaks for a moment as he sets the trainer down, and then his hand returns to tease the larger marble inside my cunny.

He plays with it again, pulling at it and pushing it deeper, like he did when I was on the bed. The thick part stimulates me beyond compare. And as he continues, he kisses me, gently, and I’m starting to enjoy his tender kisses as much as the ones more ferocious.

Suddenly, he breaks our kiss. He holds my head cupped in one hand and looks deeply into my eyes. “Ready?” he asks.

Before I can respond, he tugs on the trainer, and the bulge pops out of my cunny. I gasp at the sharp pain as the thick portion exits.

“That’s it,” he coos. “That’s a good girl. Well done.” He continues to penetrate me with the slender part of the trainer, and I gasp each time the bulge meets my skin. He presses it forward with some of his movements, so the now heated bulge grazes my sensitive button. My body shakes in response.

Then he pulls the trainer right out, and it clatters on the floor. His hand returns to my cleft instantly, stroking me, soothing me, perhaps testing to see how sensitive and sore I’ve become.

I am both of those things, but neither to the extent that I don’t welcome more. I very much welcome more of whatever Tynan plans to give.

He sucks in a sharp intake of air, and I realize his other hand is now grasping his cock. Then he bends his legs, and the welcome heat and tension of his rod pushes against my entrance. Will he penetrate me while I’m standing? Is such a thing even possible?

One of his hands scoops under my thigh, lifting my leg, and my question is answered. His bent legs straighten as he thrusts, fully invading my cunny and lifting me onto my toes.

I gasp, and my body throbs from the penetration. But this time it’s even better, because I can see his pleasure too, beyond apparent in the flashing greens of his eyes.

“Your cunny feels so good around me.” He starts moving, gently sliding inside me.

“I can tell.”

He grins, then his expression darkens, and his eyes become less focused as he moves more rhythmically.

His motions remain slow and gentle, but his depth becomes deeper and deeper and deeper.

Cupping my bottom, he uses his large hand to oppose the motions of his hips, as his other hand continues to hold the back of my head.

His speed and vigor increase, and I realize he placed his hands to protect me. To keep my back and head from slamming into the wall with each of his hard thrusts. Again, Tynan is revealing his nature. The kindness his family failed to beat out of him. The tenderness he works very hard to hide.

“I’m too close,” he says, his voice tight. “I need to slow down.”

I’m not sure what he means. I lick my lips, planning to ask, but I’m unable to form words at the moment. By close, I can only guess that he is about to shoot his seed. I’m not ready for this to end, and so I’m happy for him to do whatever he needs to do to prolong it.

He pulls out, and our foreheads press together as we both struggle to regain control of our breathing and heartbeats.

“Can you turn around for me, Rose?” he asks. “I want to feel you come while I’m deep inside you.”

I’m not sure what he means by come, but I nod. Even though, with my hands bound, I’m not certain how I can fulfill the commitment.

But he unhooks the drying cloth and turns me to face the wall. I brace my still bound hands against the wooden panels as his fingers slide over my hot and sensitive damp places. I spread my legs wider, readying myself for impalement.

His finger slides over my nub, and I cry out, bucking back at the contact. He chooses that moment to drive back inside me.

“That’s it,” he says, as he wraps an arm tightly around me and pumps.

“Good girl. You take me in so well.” His strokes come slowly at first. Sometimes he pauses, either fully inside or almost outside me.

Sometimes he leaves several seconds between some of his movements, other times he drives rapidly, but no matter their speed, each thrust goes so deep it lifts me onto my toes as my hands slide against the wall.

“Well done.” He slams in so far that I feel the slap of his stones. “You’re taking in every bit of me.” His fingers slide over my belly, stroking his encouragement. “So brave. So strong. Good girl.” Each bit of his praise comes with another hard thrust.

He continues his slowly paced deep drives, and the whole time his finger sporadically teases my breasts or my nub, lifting my pleasure so high I wonder if I should announce that it’s me who’s now close.

But before I can form the warning, my body explodes. I shake as he slides even more forcefully inside me, continuing to play with my button as I shatter, and my arms collapse against the wall.

“Good girl.” He growls against my ear. “Your cunny is so tight and powerful around me. You make me feel so good.”

My pride rises at his praise, and my contractions squeeze uncontrollably around him, as he continues to slowly drive against them, offering more praise as he delivers each thrust.

As my waves of contractions subside, he strokes my body between each long slow drive, and each time he hits deeply he continues to praise me, to tell me how good I’m making him feel, and how proud and pleased he is that my body is able to accept in so much of his.

In the past, the only compliments I’ve ever received were for my appearance—my silvery skin, my eyes, my lips, my long pink hair that’s now shorn. And on the rare occasions my behavior was praised, it was for doing things I did not wish to do.

Tynan likes that I’m strong. He likes that I have ambitions beyond becoming a dutiful wife and mother. And he most certainly loves thrusting his long cock inside me.

He slips out. Then he kisses me as he turns my body back to face his, capturing my lips with more fervor this time.

I become so lost in his kiss and his touch that I only become aware that my hands are unbound when I discover they’re traveling over his back, exploring his shape and loving how his muscles flex and slide under my fingers and palms.

Breaking away from our kiss, Tynan lifts me.

Pressing me back against the wall, he enters me again, slipping in so easily I barely feel the initial penetration.

But I certainly feel him as he starts to move.

Holding me against the wall, he rocks forward, and I wrap my legs around him, locking my heels, hoping it helps him hold me up.

But I needn’t worry about that. Each of his drives lifts me higher on the wall, and when I slide back down I’m met with another hard thrust of his hips, their force lifting my pleasure to even greater heights.

He pulls me away from the wall, and staying inside, he strides back toward the bed, and I love how each of his steps feels like a thrust even though he remains fully seated.

He lays me down, slowly pumping even as he positions us and finds a pillow to put under my head.

And then, looking deeply into my eyes with near reverence, Tynan continues to glide slowly and even more gently inside me, filling my heart and my soul with joy, in the same way he’s filling my cunny.

I wake with Tynan tangled around me.

His long limbs encase me, like the constricting snakes of Sidonia I’ve read of in books. But while he’s holding me firmly, he’s not trying to kill me like one of those snakes, and I feel warm and relaxed in his arms.

Sighing contentedly, I listen to his sleeping breaths.

My body is sore inside. But not in a painful way.

It’s more a welcome, aching reminder of the fullness and friction I enjoyed for so many hours last night, as Tynan introduced me to new ways of performing the act of sex.

Performing the act of love. I now understand what people mean by that.

I felt close to him when he told me about the cruelty he suffered in his childhood, but that closeness deepened when he was inside me and looking into my eyes.

Studying his sleeping face, I admire his fierce beauty, so gentle in slumber. At times, he was astoundingly gentle last night. Other times nearly brutal. But he seemed to enjoy discovering what gave me the most pleasure, prioritizing it over his own.

His eyes flutter open, and a massive smile spreads across his face. “Good morn, my dearest of roses.”

I grin at his new variation on his nickname for me.

“How did you sleep?” he asks.

“Deeply.” I run my fingers through the hairs that carve a line down the middle of his chest to separate the solid discs of muscle. “As deeply as you drove inside me.”

His eyes flash with pride and hunger.

“And you?” I ask.

“Never better.” His fingers trail down my spine, and one of his legs that’s draped over me shifts.

I drag my fingers over the ridges of the muscles forming his belly.

He covers my hand with his. “If you keep doing that, I’ll have no choice. I’ll have to fuck you again.”

“You make that sound like a burden.”

He chuckles. “Hardly. But I should creep back to my room before everyone at camp is up to bear witness.” He plants a soft kiss on my lips. “As I recall, you were not pleased when I kissed you in public.”

“I think that ship has sailed.” Leaning my head on his chest, I consider my options. I hate that my fate is now up to the dragon masters. Saxon is most certainly against me. Treacher is too. Roule is my only hope, and I can’t allow those men to take away all that I want.

And, as supportive as he seemed last night, I don’t even trust that Tynan won’t try to stop me if I reveal my plan to head for the dragon enclaves this morn.

Turning my head, I look up to find him staring down, admiration and warmth in his eyes. “Before you leave,” I say, “can you help me get past the guards?”

His eyebrows rise, but his expression shows interest in the idea. At least I hope that’s what I see. “What’s your plan?”

“I want to talk to Saxon.”

He winces but quickly wipes that expression away. “Why?”

“I want to make a final appeal. Saxon knows me better than Treacher or Roule. He may even have… tender feelings toward me. Before they exile me from camp, I’d like a chance to plead my case.

” I hate misleading Tynan like this, but what I’m saying isn’t a lie.

Not exactly. I would like to plead my case with Saxon and the others; I’m just hoping to avoid it.

Tynan sits, pulling me up with him. “I’m not certain Saxon can be swayed.” His lips shift to the side, as he thinks. “Perhaps it’s better if I speak to him on your behalf.” His chest expands. “I saved Saxon’s life yesterday.”

Tynan told me how he slayed his first demon, and how the demon had been chasing Saxon and Surath. But Saxon has been a dragon rider for five and twenty years and must have slain thousands of demons. I’m not certain he’d see what happened in the same light as Tynan.

“I appreciate your offer.” I smile at him. “But I’d like to make my own appeal.”

Tynan’s eyes cloud. “Does your appeal strategy with Saxon include fucking him?”

I shake my head. Both annoyed that Tynan thought I might do that, but also oddly pleased that he cares. “No. That would be giving in. Saxon wants me to become his courtesan. He wants to push me out of the program, so I’ll land on his cock.”

The clouds in Tynan’s eyes turn to storms. “In that case, I’m doubly glad to help. I’ll do anything to help keep you at camp, and out of his bed.” The storms clear and his eyes twinkle with mischief. “I can easily distract your guards long enough to secure your escape.”