A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales – B&tB Book 2)

“Listen here, Sir Alpha,” she said in a husky voice dripping sensuality. Lust curled through our insides, throbbing warmth in our core. “You’re mine,” she purred. “So when I need that big cock in my greedy little cunt, I intend to get it.” Our power gushed. This time, she put it all into her command. “Fuck me, dragon. Now.”

Tell him to be gentle, I pleaded quickly. I’d thought I’d wanted it hard and fast, but now, faced with his size and strength, his enormous dick…I was chickening out. It was a moment of cowardice, I couldn’t deny it. Tell him to be easy. He’s huge, and my ex was definitely not. I’ll need to work up to it.

There is no gentle in battle. We’ll take it rough and brutal, and we’ll say thank you when he destroys us with pleasure.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

All the best things. Hang on tight—it’s about to get crazy.

He growled, his eyes hooded, sparking. “As you command.”

He snatched our hair and ripped our head back, taking our lips in a bruising, dominating kiss. Excitement punched through us. He forced his tongue into our mouth and swept it through. His taste fizzed within our senses, decadent and delicious.

He dropped the sword before letting go of our legs and shoving us. She staggered back, about to fall, and then our back hit the nearest tree. She sucked in a startled but excited breath, and our pussy throbbed so badly that she wanted to slink down to the ground, open our legs, and beg him to ravish us.

Fear wormed through my gut at how rough this was starting. How out of control it seemed. But my animal was completely in her element. I’d never felt this sort of arousal pumping through us. It was raw and primal, completely devoid of thought and social niceties. It didn’t rely on mutual respect or feelings or hearts or flowers. It was two beings utterly lost to their need for each other, and not giving a shit about anything in the world except how best to express it. They wanted to fuck, hard and long and without barriers. Without safe words. Without saying die. They wanted to take each other to the extreme and see who could stick it out.

And I was just a passenger. So was Nyfain.

I could either be traumatized by the whole thing, or get behind it and experience it for what it was—carnal, passionate, world-ending sex that would likely leave me a sore, hobbling mess in the morning. So be it.

The dragon in Nyfain’s skin prowled toward us slowly, his movements sleek and agile. His broad shoulders swung with each step, his magnificent display of muscle tightening and loosening as he moved. His power pulsed in heady, dense waves that caressed our skin and turned our bones to liquid.

“Yes, alpha,” my animal said, our voice wanton. “Take what is yours.”

He closed the distance, taking his time. With only about a foot between us, he looked down at my clothes. He traced the line of buttons down our front and then dipped his finger in one of the holes. He ripped down little by little, popping off buttons. He pushed the fabric away and ran his fingers across the top of the waistline, dipping in just a little and tracing it around, identifying what belonged to him.

With a fast movement my animal wasn’t expecting, he grabbed the top of my shirt and tore it the rest of the way. The rest of the buttons popped off. The shirt gaped open. He slowed down again, leaving us gasping for air, our chest heaving against the binding.

He pushed the fabric off our shoulders and down, throwing it to the side as though the garment was beneath us. As though a creature of our stature should only wear finery or nothing at all.

He traced a finger across my binding, finding a nipple and circling it slowly. With his other hand, he pulled the strip of leather on my sword belt taut before loosening it and letting it drop where it lay. Then he grabbed the middle of the binding and ripped it down. Fabric screamed. Seams tore. Our breasts tumbled out, bared to the night air. The chill immediately hardened our sensitive nipples, on display.

A growl of approval rumbled deep in his chest. The effect sent a thrill of pleasure slithering across our heated flesh.

He bent as he unbuttoned my pants, slanting his tongue across a nipple. He enveloped it in his mouth and sucked. A shock of pleasure teased a moan from our parted lips.

He undid the zipper and pushed my pants down, following them to our ankles before sliding them off with my shoes.

He fell to his knees and flung one of our knees over his shoulder. He tasted our inner thigh, licking gently, then skimmed his lips across our wanton flesh, stopping near our apex to harshly suck in sensitive skin.

Her hiss turned into a moan as his fingertip traced down our panty-clad center, morphing the feeling into pleasure. She clutched the tree with our nails.

He curled his fingers under the strip of fabric covering our pussy. With a harsh movement, he yanked it away. Fabric tore. He tossed it aside. His mouth worked inward, his tongue licking just beside our folds before he moved to our center and inhaled deeply.

What is he doing? I thought, the equivalent of a whisper.

He’s savoring the scent of our arousal. Just shh and enjoy it.

I internally grimaced, trying not to get weirded out by the animality of it, and then mentally took a deep breath and sank back into the moment.

His tongue delved through our slick folds. Our body jolted like we’d been struck by lightning.

Her moan of delight rippled through us. He licked and tasted his way up to our clit before sucking it in, pulsing the suction. His fingers trailed along the inside of our thigh before finding our entrance and dipping inside, still exploring, now figuring out what made us tick.

This. This fucking made us tick. Her, me, it didn’t matter. This would make anyone tick!

She groaned and pushed our pussy harder into his face, but he backed off, looking up at us with a devilish smile. He made three tsking noises consecutively, telling her not to be so eager. He’d fuck us when he was ready.

My animal was deciphering all of this, of course. Reading his body language, understanding his unspoken assertions. I was just along for the ride. So far the ride was fucking amazing, and we hadn’t even done anything yet.

He sucked harder, still pulsing. His fingers plunged through our wetness, hitting the exact right spot. She melted against the tree, groaning and tilting our head back. Those fingers. Those glorious fingers. We built quickly, breathing hard as our body gyrated against his mouth.

He stopped sucking and worked his tongue with broad, thick strokes. His fingers picked up intensity, his knuckles pounding against our folds. Our body tightened now, gulping for air as pleasure filled us like a vessel—caged, boiling, building, ready to explode.

He pulled his fingers out and backed off, that devilish look back. The rim of that wicked mouth shiny with our juices.

She whimpered in displeasure. We’d been right on the edge. Another couple seconds, and we would’ve found the goal line.

He pushed our knee off his shoulder and rose gracefully. With a large, scarred hand, he grabbed our shoulder and spun us before shoving. We fell forward, palms against the rough bark. His fingers whispered across our back and then the remnants of my binding fell loose, dropping to our feet. His fingers now spread across our skin, starting from our shoulders and kneading down to our waist. His lips followed, skimming, as though he were trying to familiarize himself with every single inch of our body.

His touch, his attentions, his slow movements and silence—the sensuality of this moment was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I was in rapture to see what would happen next, quaking with fear because of his ability for unbridled brutality, and anticipating the pleasure I knew we’d find inside of it.

His palm flattened against the center of our back, and he pushed, bending us farther forward. His lips skimmed lower, kissing and licking down each cheek before moving in. He spread our cheeks then, and his tongue traced along the outside of our asshole before feathering in the middle. Our mouth dropped open with these unexpected sensations, strangely ticklish and erotic. He prodded a bit, wetting the area, before dipping to taste our folds again. His thumb didn’t leave that other hole, though, applying pressure before dipping in, a strange yet not unpleasant feeling, hinting at a level of fullness that we might hate or love, depending on the player.

He kissed our thighs, back to our cheeks, and rose behind us, two of his fingers dipping into our pussy and pumping. He added another finger, stretching to the point of pain. He pushed up harder, getting us ready. He seemed to realize he wouldn’t easily fit, though. Not right away.

“Turn,” he barked.

She made a sound like “Oohhhmmm,” as the force of that command ripped through us. It danced on our nerve endings and whispered across our flesh.

I wanted to say, “Yes, sir,” but thankfully she wouldn’t let me. I was not in my right mind anymore. He’d blotted out reality and created his own world where he was the god and I was happy to learn how to worship him. Thank the goddess for my animal, who knew how to play these games without losing herself to them.

We stood naked before him, our six feet dwarfed by his size, his height a head taller and his breadth not even comparable. His frame rippled with muscle, hard-won from and continually conditioned by his nightly battles. His gaze roamed down our body, unhurried. He lightly traced each scar he found, old wounds too intimately placed for me to ask Hannon to treat them.

His head cocked to the side and his eyes drifted away, like he was listening. “I will take the time I need and no more. If demons followed her, we’ll deal with them easily. Now shut up and let me get acquainted with my goddess. You’ve had all the fun. Without them able to shift, I have been left in the dark.”

His focus back on us, he traced the little cleft in our chin with his thumb before running it along our jaw. He looked at our lips, the tiny freckles I knew were splashed across our cheeks, and then lingered on our blue eyes. Something in our middle stirred within that intense, focused gaze. It was like he was reaching through a window and peering down into our soul, shedding light on all the dark places and weighing what he found. In a moment his lips tilted upward, and pride lit his golden gaze.

“You are truly a remarkable specimen, Finley. The goddess sang when she made you. You are perfect in every way. You will never want for a home or protection. We will provide it, always. This I swear. The man has his own agenda, but it will never come between me and my oath to you.”

He bent forward and kissed us lightly on the lips, an oath sealed.

“Now,” he said when he pulled back. “Drop down to your knees. I want to see how deeply you can take my cock.”

Excitement flurried within her, and a little bit of fear fanned higher within me.

We lowered gracefully to the ground, our hands sliding down his large thighs and then up, cupping his balls and taking his large cock in hand. He bent his knees a little, to make sure we weren’t straining to reach, and then ran his fingers along our temple before tangling them in our hair.

This time my excitement matched my animal’s, with no reservations. I’d done this before. I’d taken his monstrous cock all the way in and chin-bumped his balls. I’d liked the rough treatment. I’d known I could handle it.

Bring on the face fucking—I was all in. Which was good, since I wasn’t actually the one in control.

She licked around the tip and flicked our tongue across the slit, lifting the precum and swallowing it down. He groaned in approval. She sucked in the tip as she massaged his balls, swirling our tongue around the tip again as she backed off. Then she blew softly, the opposite of what he was surely expecting.

His body went taut. That mighty form stood above us, hands in our hair, braced to fuck, one solid wall of muscle. His fingers slowly gripped, a hard, immovable hold, taking our face prisoner. His hips inched forward a little, rubbing against our closed lips.

“Hmm, yes,” he breathed as she let him in oh so slowly, building up the anticipation, and then squeezing his balls tightly for some reason to make him suck in a pained breath and back off. His chuckle was dark and approving. “My alpha,” he said. “My princess.”

He wasn’t using the name the way Nyfain the man used to, with condescension. The dragon’s tone was reverent.

He pushed in harder, though she slightly resisted, forcing his way in, scraped by our teeth for his efforts. He must’ve known it would happen but obviously didn’t care. He growled with feeling but didn’t stop, hitting the back of our throat. She squeezed his balls, then twisted to force him back out.

“Fuck,” he bit out.

What the fuck are you two doing? I said, bewildered. You want to suck his dick. We both do. Why are you biting and twisting his balls? This is weird.

It is a dance. He wants the pain. Because of his cock size and your relative inexperience, he knows he’ll hurt us when he penetrates our pussy. He doesn’t plan to give any pain that he won’t readily take himself, my animal explained, and given what he was forcing on himself, that didn’t make me feel any better. He is a dragon of honor. We’ve chosen well.

What’s this we stuff? I didn’t choose a damn thing.

Don’t be dumb.

I intended to keep arguing, but the dragon pumped forward again, his cock scraping down through our teeth to the back of our throat. My animal still didn’t let him through, backing him off again, sucking as she did. I watched in horror as she twisted his balls in a hard grip. Most men would’ve started singing in soprano, but he kept on, taking it.

He released the pressure on our head, giving us a chance to do this properly (finally, for fuck’s sake!). She took the base of his cock and sucked him down, massaging his balls instead of cutting off his baby supply. He hit the back of our throat, and she loosened up, gagging around that huge cock and continuing on anyway. Out and back she took him, getting into the rhythm. Feeling our lust rise as his sounds of pleasure drifted down around us.

She pulled our hands off his cock and balls and ran them up his outer thighs before curving around to grab his muscular butt. I didn’t need to speak shifter to know what that meant. I geared up for it, excitement and desire running through me, remembering doing this with Nyfain. Remembering how much I fucking loved drawing out his pleasure.

He growled and slammed his hips forward. She clutched his ass, taking his onslaught deep. He pulled out as she sucked, then drove in again, picking up the pace. He angled our head and thrust downward, his balls slapping against our chin. Tears dripped from our eyes as she worked, sucking and gagging and owning his cock, knowing at any moment she could clamp our teeth down and severely ruin his life.

His pelvis crashed against our face as he fucked our mouth with hard, greedy thrusts. She reached down with one hand and fingered our pussy, adding to the pleasure of the rough, dominating treatment.

With a snarl, he ripped himself away, breathing heavily, the tip of his dick leaking just a little. He’d gone to the edge and stopped, tit for tat. He’d done it to us, and so he’d accepted the hardship for himself as well.

“Stand,” he growled, still breathing hard, his fists clenched. He gritted his teeth, clearly fighting for control so that he didn’t come.

She rose just as gracefully as she’d lowered, slinky and sexy. Our breasts jutted, eager to be licked and sucked. Our fingers still played between our thighs, rubbing our clit and eliciting soft moans.

He took a step forward and ripped our hand away. “If you need pleasure, you come to me. I will make sure you are sated and happy at all times.”

Yeah, right, as if that’s feasible, I thought as arousal licked higher.

Just go with it. The dragon is trying to figure out his duty to us. The man will sort all that out. Let’s just agree with everything so I can get that big cock in me.

He stepped closer still, his fingers taking over for hers, rubbing at exactly the right firmness and speed. Exactly like she’d been doing.

I’m now on board for hoping it’s feasible… I thought desperately, sinking into the decadence of his ministrations.

He bent and kissed our lips softly, his fingers moving to our wetness and pushing inside, stroking as his thumb moved against our clit. She whimpered, running our hands up his arms and over his shoulders. He angled his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting in time with his fingers. His thumb moving.

She tightened her hold around his neck. Stood on tiptoes to get more of that kiss. Our toes curled within the divine sensation; we were lost to the feel of his lips. His fingers. His heat. I wished Nyfain and I were in charge, not our animals. I wanted to take him like this, to lose myself in his body. I didn’t care about the consequences right now. Our stations hadn’t changed, but right now I didn’t care about being a royal side piece. I doubted either of us would ever get a chance to settle down with someone else anyway. My fate would likely be dark, as would his. I wanted a little slice of light before the world started burning.

Something in our middle clicked, like a key turning in a lock. It tugged before sending a shot of hot magma running from him to us. It thrummed within us, and she closed our eyes in utter ecstasy.

His kiss deepened still. One hand gripped the back of our neck and the other moved from between our legs and smoothed down our back and to our butt, pulling us against his hard cock. He ground into us, no room between our bodies for us to grab it and stroke. He walked us backward toward the tree, his lower hand slipping down and cupping our cunt before lifting, two of his fingers dipping inside as he hoisted us up to his waist.

“Such a dainty little thing,” he murmured against our lips, and it was the first time in my entire life I’d ever been called that.

He rammed our back against the tree before leaning in. The bark scratched, fading into the background as his fingers rubbed.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He reached farther, getting our clit and massaging, his kiss dominating.

She groaned into his mouth. Rolled our hips against him.

“Fuck me, Nyfain,” we said, her or I, I didn’t know. It didn’t matter anymore. I was on board with this, and I no longer cared who was leading the charge. It might hurt at first, but he had shown he wouldn’t take it for granted. “Fuck me, now,” my animal said.

“As you command,” he said.

He pulled back, dragging that dull tip through our slick folds. His tongue thrust between our lips as he rocked his hips.

My world stopped turning as his plunge seared into our wet depths. The dull ache competed with the explosion of pleasure. He stretched us full until we couldn’t take any more, not able for his size.

She gripped his shoulders to stop him for a moment, whimpering with the onslaught. All the sensations around us heightened. The rough bark rubbing against our back, his smooth hips under our knees, our tingling lips swollen from his kisses, and the soft, chilled night moving around us. Our body became pliant, our arms looping around his neck.

“You need to take more of me,” he growled, pulling out before thrusting again, working in deeper. “Take all of me, my princess. Take it all.”

Our eyes fluttered closed as she let our head fall back against the tree, relaxing around him. Willing our body to accept his size.

He reached between us and massaged our clit, small movements now, pushing in deeper. Unsatisfied until we’d taken all he had to give and then some. The dull, burning ache morphed into a building pleasure. He kept going, working faster now, working deeper. Nearly fully sheathed.

“That’s right, princess.” He leaned forward, pushing us harder against the tree. His hips moved rhythmically now, rocking forward in steady, firm thrusts. He caged us in, keeping our body put. We couldn’t get away from the burning, delicious onslaught. We didn’t try. “Take it all.”

He held us tightly as he gave one last hard thrust. She cried out, squeezing our eyes shut against the pain.

“There you go,” he cooed, pulling us away from the tree and lowering to the ground. He sat, firmly lodged within us and cradling us on his lap, our legs to either side. He held our face in his hands, gazing into our eyes. “Are you ready?”

My animal purred and rolled in anticipation, and suddenly I knew what he meant. He was asking if she was ready to be claimed by the dragon.

No, no, no, no! I shouted at her. I clawed at her, trying to yank her away. Trying to stop it.

A smile curled his lips. “The man does not want us to do this, my princess. What do you think?”

“Neither does the woman. Very short-sighted, then, to leave us in charge of their skin…”

Nyfain—the dragon—laughed darkly. “Yes, I think you’re right. But I do not wish to break her trust in you. You are newly experiencing each other in troubled times. It would be wrong to damage your soul-bond as it is forming. Besides, it will be much more explosive when they agree to it as well. Maybe we’ll wait until they are further along. We have extended the soul-bond into the foursome. That is enough for now, don’t you agree?”

She made a disgruntled sound, and he nuzzled our neck. He kissed and sucked gently, tickling and enticing, working her back into a good mood and me into some sort of fervor I didn’t understand. Our body was so hot that I could barely stand it. Our pulse raced, shared with Nyfain and his dragon. The strong connection in our chest—apparently that was the soul-bond—pumped power and euphoria and pleasure, making me want to smile so big it cracked my face. His cock burned within us but in the best of ways, deep and raw and consuming.

“You are mine,” the dragon told us. “Nothing will change that. The two legs will come around. They’ll have to. I’ll want to be in you every chance I get, and I’ll force the issue if the man won’t agree.”

She made a pleased sound, and he kissed us, deepening it until it stole all our focus and made the world drop away around us.

“How is the ache?” he asked. “Subdued? It is taking all my power to keep from pounding into that tight little cunt.”

“Since you won’t claim me…” She rose slowly, dragging his cock out of our pussy and wrapping our arms around his shoulders. He shuddered and groaned, his hands splayed across our back. “Does that mean I can join the sex parties and fuck everyone in the castle?”

He yanked our hair and thrust upward from the ground, banging that cock back fully inside of us before dragging us back down to sit firmly on his lap again. The tightness sent shivering pleasure racing across our heated flesh. Our eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned.

“Only if you want a trail of dead bodies in your wake.”

“Hmm,” she said with pleasure, and I was torn between wanting to claw my control back so they wouldn’t keep inciting each other and doing nothing so that they would keep inciting each other. It felt fucking amazing having him inside of me. It felt better than I could’ve possibly (and had) imagined.

She moved our hips in a circle and then lowered back down, grinding down onto him. Back up, nice and slow, and down, working him in until all the ache was gone.

He leaned back on his hands, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

“What are you doing?” Our voice was husky.

“I am hanging on to every spare shred of control that I possess while you play and get comfortable. It is not easy. You feel so good, my princess. So good. I have been waiting my whole life for you. Use me. Use me however you want. Take what you need from me. I will stay strong until you are ready to get destroyed by my cock.”

She smiled with his rough words, liking it. Liking how he mixed sex with violence, violence with gentle words and pet names. It was like his torso, cut up with scars and inked with tattoos. It didn’t diminish the perfectly sculpted abs and mouth-watering pecs. If anything, it made the whole package hotter.

She traced a nipple with our thumb and slowly rose, our body loose and tight at the same time. Coiling but languid. New points of pleasure sparked and then soaked in, building. Ever building, but slowly. Thankfully, my animal had listened to me, and she was warming us up. Or maybe she realized with the first thrust that we weren’t ready to be pounded yet. We weren’t ready to let the alpha out of his cage and see what destruction he could do. After he was done, I knew we’d be sore as fuck for a while. We needed to do the delicate work now.

She rolled our hips while massaging our clit. Liking the feeling, she slowly rocked back and forth, working him inside of us. Feeling the brutal torment of teasing up the gloriously slow build.

He moaned softly. “Yes,” he breathed out. His whole body was flexed, his legs shaking. We were driving him to the brink.

My animal grinned wickedly.

Shit. Here came the games.

“Because of all the stress to get you inside of me,” she purred, rocking forward and massaging our clit, “I’m going to come on your cock, and you’re just going to sit there and take it.”

He laughed softly, his abs shaking. She traced them with our fingertips.

“I take it back,” he murmured. “It wasn’t the goddess who made you—it was her evil twin.”

“Watch me, Nyfain.”

His eyes opened slowly, hooded and soaked with lust. They slid down our front, taking in every inch. Every detail. His gaze lingered on our fingers massaging our clit and our hips rolling slowly, taking him in deep before releasing him. His cock shone with our wetness, disappearing once again into our tightly stretched pussy.

He sucked in a tortured breath. His fingers curled into fists.

“I can’t… I…” His jaw clenched, and my animal laughed, delighted.

“Ladies go first. Didn’t the man tell you? He must’ve learned that from the books he just read.”

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, rolling his head. His hips bucked, searing into us. Pleasure blistered. We moaned, running our hands down our front and lightly pinching our sensitive nipples.

“Watch me, Nyfain,” she whispered. “I like when you watch me.”

“Fuck,” he murmured, glowing eyes blinking back open. “You will pay for this.”

“I hope so.” She smiled languidly, because she held all the power right now.

She worked a nipple as she moved on his cock. Up slowly, tantalizing, then grinding back down. His hips gave little thrusts he clearly couldn’t control. We had him on the absolute edge, and it was driving us insane with raw lust.

She breathed hard now, working faster. She rose on his cock and then crashed back down, a tiny bit of pain morphing into the sort of pleasure that couldn’t be put into words or sung about in songs. It was pleasure gifted by the goddess for which mortals would endure the trials and tribulations of mundane life. A pleasure the demons tried to mimic and got completely wrong.

“Suck on my nipples, Nyfain,” she said, rolling and bucking, massaging our clit. The pressure was incredible, filling every inch of our body and burning hot in our core. Every sensation pushed us higher. Every movement sent a vibrating blend of incredible bliss rolling through us. “Now.”

Nyfain’s mouth enveloped our nipple and sucked aggressively. The world slid sideways.

“Oh shit!” She drove down onto him, suddenly out of control. She bucked and labored, on fire with pleasure. She gripped his hair tightly and pushed our breasts at him, holding him to our right nipple. “Bite a little.”

His teeth pinched just perfectly. His hands held our waist, his fingers digging into our flesh, trying to hold on for dear life. He’d said he’d stay strong, and she was taking him at his word. Pushing him to see if he’d break. Hoping he didn’t.

She rode him hard now, lifting and dropping down with all our weight. The dull ache was back, but fuck, it was glorious. He rolled his tongue around our nipple then bit again.

We exploded with the orgasm, crying out our pleasure. She yanked his head back and kissed him, hard and needy, out of breath. Broken. Everything in us had fractured, and now we needed him to put the pieces back together.

He caught us as we melted around him, boneless and in ecstasy.

He didn’t speak for a long moment, and it occurred to me that he was holding his breath. He sucked in air, holding us tightly, obviously still trying for control.

“I have never, in my life,” he whispered hoarsely, “received a command that was as hard to follow as that one. You better prepare that little pussy, my evil goddess. I’m about to unload all my frustration.”

He yanked our hair back and thrust with all the force and power that we knew he was capable of. His cock slammed home. We cried out, not expecting the delicious brutality—and liking it.

His hips crashed against ours. He rolled us, his arms around us to stop our back from grinding into the hard dirt. He rammed his hips forward mercilessly, pounding his cock into our body. His kiss tore us away from this world and thrust us into a different plane altogether, where the only thing that existed was his presence. A dozen hard, brutal plunges, and he was up again, swinging us around.

She clung on for dear life, stretched around him, trapped in his arms. He slammed us against a smooth-barked tree, pulled out, spun us around, and shoved us forward. Our palms slapped the tree trunk. She barely had enough time to suck in a startled breath before he thrust again from behind. His cock pushed deeper into our hot depths, hitting new heights. She cried out, full beyond belief. We couldn’t take all of him. We couldn’t take all of this.

“Nyfain…” my animal whimpered.

This was a terrible time for me to say, “I told you so.”

He yanked us back by our hair and licked along the shell of our ear. We shivered, bearing down against the onslaught. Struggling to hang on.

“Fight back,” he growled. “Use me.”

I had no idea what he meant.

My animal didn’t need to be told twice.

Fire roared through our veins. Power pulsed, her sucking it from him, then pulsed harder, fueling us. Invigorating us. The pain dimmed. His hard thrusting wasn’t so overwhelming. She pushed back onto it. His skin slapped ours. Our harried breathing echoed each other. The connection within us sparked and boiled, turning to flame. It burned hotly, and within it, we could feel the dragon and the man’s longing for us. Their desire. There was something else, too. It was so strong and potent that I couldn’t even put a name to it. It vibrated within their whole being, like a heartbeat that took up ninety percent of their body. The dragon might be expressing his desire for us, body and soul, but the man felt it as well. If I’d had any doubt, that feeling would’ve put it to rest.

He kept at it like a rutting animal, completely without reason. Without thought. He pounded our cunt, claiming ownership in action if not in title. He slid in easily now that we were so wet, the sound of our rough sex slick and wild.

I fucking loved it.

She shoved off against the tree, still in control of our body, knocking him back. She stepped forward and off his cock and turned, launching at him. He caught us without skipping a beat, and she wrapped our legs around his middle. He growled his approval, an ass cheek in each of his large hands, and moved us up and down his cock.

She raked our fingers down the sides of his back, over the scars from his wings. He hissed, gripping us tightly, falling with us against the tree. Our back hit, and she reached around and gripped the trunk to keep from sliding down to the ground. He pulled his arms from around us and braced them against the trunk. His chuckle was dark and vicious.

“Well done, my princess. It takes an alpha to know an alpha. The divine goddess has chosen well. Do it again. Harder.”

She raked our fingers down his scars again, using nails this time. His tortured groan set our core to blazing, my animal loving pushing him to his limits. His cock worked us. His hipbones would leave bruises on our battered flesh.

She left our fingers against that sensitive area and kissed him, the world going taut between us. Our body was so keyed up we couldn’t stand it. It was too much. The battering. The incredible pleasure without release. The—

She cried out our climax, the waves of bliss vibrating through us, leaving us utterly speechless. The orgasm lasted and lasted, wave after intense wave hammering us with exquisite pleasure. He groaned and shuddered, emptying inside us, giving a few final thrusts as he came.

He fell forward, breathing the same air. He put his hand behind our head and kissed us, delicious and full of feeling. Our new bond sparkled between us, between all of us, and we could feel his supreme satisfaction.

“That was incredible,” he said softly, not pulling out yet. He crushed us to the tree, and we didn’t mind.

He put his hand against our cheek, his gaze delving into ours.

“I have to allow the man his skin back. He is eager to attend to business. I will see you again, my princess,” he said reverently. “One day I will help you through your first shift, and I will finally get to see you in your true form.”

His eyes fluttered, closing for a moment. When they opened, the pupils contracted. Anger.

Nyfain was back.

That’s my cue, my animal thought. Enjoy the fallout.

It felt like I was putting on a skin suit as I stepped back into the ownership role. The world tilted and righted, and Nyfain’s cock was still inside of me. His chest brushing against my nipples. His heat bracketing my skin.

His eyebrows sank, and he pulled his hand away from my face. Without a word, he pushed off the tree, yanking his body from mine and leaving behind a feeling of emptiness.