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

Sol withdraws his mouth, his teeth dragging lightly across my skin. They catch my pendant, pulling the cord taut. It stretches out between us. But he doesn’t snap it. Instead, he holds perfectly still.

Waiting for me to tell him no.

I should.

But the game has me in its clutches, and I can’t do anything but stare in silent challenge. I can’t tell him yes…but I won’t tell him no, either. Sol hisses and then jerks back. The pendant snaps and flings off into the distance.

We stare at each other for several beats. Then Sol moves back onto his knees, jerking his fingers from me and gripping me about the waist. He uses one arm around my waist to lift me into the air upside down. My legs fall open in surprise, and then his mouth is on me, teeth once against pressing to my skin as his tongue delves into my pussy.

I cry out and writhe. Every time he does this, it unravels me entirely. I’m fighting it this time, but all the fight does it remind me how little control I have. He’s still got my wrists pinned together against one thigh, and with my hair hanging in a curtain around my head, I’m all but cut off from the greater world.

If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to cum again.

I look down to his two cocks, which are so hard, they seem painful. Sol chooses that moment to make his tongue roll inside me, seeking my G-spot. Oh god. That will never, ever get old. I writhe harder, and Sol bends a little, just enough that I can reach his cocks with my mouth. He’s far too big to take, but that doesn’t stop me from licking and nipping at him in a frenzy. In response, he only seems more intent to make me cum all over his face.

If I just had my hands…

But it’s hotter that I don’t. That he’s holding me immobile. That I’m having to fight to reach as much of his cocks as possible. That he keeps fucking me with his tongue even as his teeth create little pinpricks of pain against my lower stomach and ass.

He eases his tongue out of me and presses it to my clit, pulsing there even as I sob. “Sol, please.” It’s too much and not enough, and I’m shivering on the brink.

He doesn’t leave me there. He never does. Sol strokes me just how I need to send me hurtling into an orgasm that curls my toes. On and on it goes until the finally gentles his touches and lowers me to the ground.

I blink up at him, dazed and punch drunk off pleasure. Now’s the moment when he’ll fuck me. The thought thrills me down to my very bones. I have very carefully colored within the lines for my entire life. Only since I’ve been with Sol have I started to understand that there’s nothing forbidden when the people involved are on the same page.

This has higher consequences that anything you’ve ever done.

I don’t care.

I don’t want to stop.

Except Sol is easing back. His gaze is still downright feral, but he’s holding himself restrained in a way I recognize from that first day, and again the first time we had sex. If left to his own devices, he won’t give either of us what we want out of a desire not to push me.

He’s probably right. In fact, I know he’s right.

That doesn’t stop me from wobbling to my feet and taking a staggering step back from him. Sol tenses, his claws digging into the ground. “If you run,” he grinds out. “If you run, bride, I’m going to fuck you right here in the dirt.”

Desire thrills through me so intensely, I weave on my feet. I hold his gaze and take another step back, and then another. He’s creating deep furrows in the ground, obviously thinking I’m trying to ease away from him.

I turn and run.

Or at least I try. My legs still aren’t working properly and so I manage three stumbling steps before Sol takes me to the ground. This time he doesn’t give me a chance to brace. He loops an arm beneath my hips, lifting them as he shoves one cock into me. I shriek. My body has learned the shape of him, but usually he gives me more time to adjust to his size.

Not today.

His jaws close around the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, and he lifts my hips higher until my knees leave the ground. I’m wrapped up in him again, helpless to do anything but take his cock as he slams into me. I try to scramble, my toes digging into the dirt, but it’s no use.

So I stop fighting. It feels too good to keep it up. Instead, I reach down and press my hands to his upper cock, creating a delicious friction for both of us between my hands and body. In response, Sol hisses against my skin and fucks me harder. He fills me to the point of near pain, but my wires have long since been crossed for whatever we do together. I shudder in his arms, the coming orgasm even stronger than the first two. “Sol!”