Stop, Mhal demands. Stop worrying. You feel good under me. He rocks slowly against me, his hands digging into my hips, and I lean into the motion, loving how it feels. If you cannot come like this, you just need more encouragement. There is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect.
He leans forward, his hand reaching underneath our joined bodies, and then I feel his fingertips brush against my clit.
It's like electricity, that single touch. It changes how everything feels. The moment he touches my clit, everything amplifies. I make a choked sound, pressing my face to the concrete as he touches my clit then thrusts deep again. I've gone from enjoyment to on the edge in one stroke, and I need more. Mhal growls aloud, and the sound just makes me even hotter. He fucks me hard, and his movements force his hand to rub against my clit as he does, and I cry out, everything tensing inside me. I'm going to come again, so damn hard, I realize, panting. It feels so good. So good.
When my orgasm rips through me, I cry out again, the world flaring with color. Mhal's mind is there, pressing against mine, his thoughts flooding my own. He loves the ripple of my walls as I come, loves the way I squeeze him tight, and it sets off a chain reaction. He comes too, his seed bursting forth as he thrusts wildly into me.
He's giving me his fires all over again, my scent changing. The thought is filled with intense pride, and I realize it must be Mhal's thoughts bleeding into my own. Me, I'm having a hard time remembering my own name as he drills into me, his movements erratic as he works through his orgasm. He continues to rock into me, his seed spilling down my thighs as he comes. It feels hot, too, hotter than my skin, but not so hot that I feel as if I'm being burned alive. Instead, it's a comforting sort of warmth, which is strange to think about.
Mhal drives into me one last time and then rolls onto his side, taking me with him. Oh, okay. We're doing that, I guess.
We are.
He wraps his arms around me, his legs twining with mine, and I squirm a little, because he's still parked inside me. I'm not sure if that's a thing that is done, or if he's waiting for something.
Perhaps I just like possessing my mate? He nuzzles at my neck. Stop worrying. Why do you stress over silly things so much?
Because you're a dragon and I'm human? Aside from that, I'm just glad all of our parts are compatible? And I don't want you to lose your mind again and I worry something's going to send you over the edge?
I am drakoni, he corrects in that imperious mental tone of his. And I do not “lose” my mind. It is always mine. It is just that sometimes someone else sits atop it and smothers my thoughts. His mind goes dark, and instead of the pleasant waves I feel from his mind, things turn jagged and dark, full of shadows. Evil Salorian.
"Hey, hey, hey," I say, patting his arm. "This is what I'm talking about. You falling off the edge on me."
There is no edge. But his thoughts remain as black and jagged as before.
He needs a distraction. Sex is probably my best bet. "Here. Squeeze one of these." I put his hand on my boob and honk it. "They're fun."
Mhal's thoughts immediately turn lighter and confused, but he strokes my breast, and when his fingertips glide over my nipple, my body clenches in response. That gets his attention, and then his thoughts are flowing like gentle waves again. Have I not touched these yet?
"Nope, and they are sorely feeling the lack." He teases my nipple and I squirm, because it's making me ache right in my core. My slightly sore, still occupied, very happy core.
I shall make that up to them next time. His tongue grazes my neck and then moves up to my ear. For now, you should rest. Are you hungry? Thirsty? What do you need from your mate?
His thoughts press against mine again, eager to please, and it's a little distracting. That, and the fact that he's utterly entwined around me. If I were a different sort, this level of connection with another person might freak me out. But I've been alone for so long that I love his attention. I want to bask in it. I want this in my head constantly, because it makes me feel safe. It makes me feel comfortable.
I'm no longer alone, no longer left behind.
You are mine, Mhal agrees. You belong to me and I belong to you. His hand moves over my breast. I will protect you, and you will keep me anchored in this disastrous world of yours.