The Dragon's Bride (A Deal With a Demon 1)

“Briar.”

I drag my gaze back up to meet his. His features may not be human, but his eyes are easy enough to read now that I’ve spent a little time with him. They’re practically burning with need. I press my palm to the pendant that hangs between my breasts, and he follows the movement with a slight jerk that’s more reptilian than human. “The spell will work. You’re protected.”

Even now, he’s reassuring me that I’m safe. Protected. The pendant feels nearly as warm against my skin as his body does. I look down at his cocks again and swallow hard. “How do I do this?”

Sol hisses in what sounds like agony. “Take the bottom. Rub yourself on the top.”

He’s done this before, I remind myself. The thought pricks like needles in my skin. He’s taken care of others before me. Ensured they felt good and safe and… No reason for me to feel jealous of some faceless human who’s had him before. Even if they were more experienced and probably didn’t need to be handled with kid gloves the way he’s treating me right now. I bet he fucked them instead of lying there and letting them fumble their way through the process.

“Briar.”

Every time he says my name, it’s as if he reaches right into the heart of me and strokes something soft and sinful. I drag in a breath and lift myself up until I’m able to notch his massive cock at my entrance. “You’re too big.”

He curses, his voice strained and sibilant. “Relax. Let your body and gravity do the work.”

Relax? I’m about to be torn in half. I give a half-hysterical laugh. “I don’t know who you were having sex with before, but they must be better at this than me. I can’t take you.”

He grabs my hips. His hands are so big, they encompass me entirely. Sol bends up and flicks his tongue over my nipples. “You can take me, bride.” He presses me down, the broad head of his cock breaching me. “You were made for me.”

I can’t think past the sheer invasion of him. I shift my hips, but he doesn’t let me escape. He doesn’t shove up into me or try to rush things, but I can’t escape him. My breath sobs out. “It’s too much.”

He pauses. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” The denial comes quick and harsh. This whole experience is overwhelming, but it’s not bad. Not even a little bit.

“Then take my other cock in your hand,” he commands.

I obey immediately. He feels just as absurdly large against my palm as he does in my pussy. I look down and give a harsh laugh. “You’re barely inside me.”

“I’m aware,” he grits out.

“It’s—”

“Rub my cock on that hungry little clit, Briar. Do it now.”

I jolt at the harsh command in his voice, which makes me sink a little farther down his length. He still feels impossibly large. I tentatively press his other cock to my clit, feeling silly. What is this? “Oh.” He’s so soft here. I knew that, of course. I had my hands and mouth on him a short time ago. But the hardness is what has me shivering as if I’m having an out-of-body experience. I squeeze his cock as I press him back to my clit again.

It feels good, but I need…

I move my hips a little. Yes. That’s what I need. Friction. I press him harder to my clit and roll my hips. Distantly, I’m aware of the fact that I’m sinking farther down his cock with each stroke, but all I feel is pleasure in the midst of overwhelming fullness.

“There you go.” Sol’s voice is distorted. “Take me, bride. Make yourself feel good.”

“It’s too much,” I whisper. But my body knows what my mind doesn’t. There’s no hesitation. I ride him slowly, working myself down until I can’t take any more of him.

His grip shifts down to cup my ass. I barely register what he’s doing until he tenses, and then suddenly my weight is in the palm of his hands. I start to protest, but he lifts me, easing me nearly off his cock. “No! I need it.”

Sol’s hissing laugh makes my pussy flutter. “I’ll give you what you need.” He lowers me, one agonizingly slow inch at a time. “You need to cum all over this cock.”

I can hardly reconcile this filthy-speaking lover with the courteous—if blunt—dragon I’ve been getting to know. I don’t know what it says about me that I like the scandalous words he spills. I like that he moves me around like… “Make me. Fill me up.” I don’t mean to say the words out loud, but it’s a habit I’m developing with Sol that I don’t know how to stop.

“What?” Sol says slowly.

This isn’t real, I think dazedly. Nothing I say matters. This is out of time, out of space. It’s all pretend. If it’s all pretend…then maybe I can say the sinful, unforgivable words bubbling up behind my lips. I can’t stop shaking. I’m so close, I feel feverish. “I want you to fuck me, Sol. I want you to fill me up with your seed, just like you promised. I—” I swallow hard. The words are crass and taking things too far. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it’s like I can’t stop. I should be ashamed. I want to be valued and cherished and yet… “Make me feel good.”