Stop Dragon My Heart Around World, page 7
His words pushed her over the edge of culmination and left Keren panting as her pussy milked his cock. The pleasure didn’t end there because Zarek didn’t end. He continued to thrust into her, sending blinding pleasure rippling throughout her body. Keren clung to the back of the sofa as Zarek drilled into her body. He moved his free hand around and played with her clit, tweaking it just right, keeping her on the verge of coming but not quite letting her. He pulled his fingers from her ass and she mourned the loss of them.
She countered his thrusts, silently encouraging him to be more aggressive. He listened. The wet slapping sounds of sex filled the room and when Keren realized she was crying out, she did her best to quiet down. Zarek didn’t seem to mind the noise. In fact, he was grunting and making a good deal of his own noise as well.
Glancing over her shoulder, Keren watched as Zarek’s golden eyes swirled. The look he gave her was carnal, feral, exciting. “Your cunt feels so good, Keren. I shall never get enough of you.”
Her jaw dropped and she could merely nod as the feel of his large cock ramming into her and his fingers rubbing her clit left her speechless. Zarek withdrew and pressed the head of his cock to her ass. Her ring of muscle didn’t want to allow him in and Keren’s entire body tightened.
“Easy, I would never harm you,” he whispered, his voice soothing and his caresses comforting. “I need to fuck your ass. I need to feel that tight hole wrapped around my cock. Allow me this.”
Keren did as he instructed, giving him the opportunity to insert his shaft further into her body. Her cheeks flushed with feverous delight and she couldn’t help but feel empowered by her own wanton behavior. Letting him in, letting him fuck her so completely left Keren on the verge of exploding yet again. She bore down as he pumped in and out of her ass.
“Oh, yes.”
“Ah, yes,” he panted. “So tight. Take all of it. That’s it—every inch of my cock.” He pulled out before pummeling into her ass again, causing a fire to ignite within her.
It was too much. Pleasure that was just this side of pain consumed her, stimulating her body, making her muscles tighten around his shaft. He rode her body like a deprived man, claiming every hole, allowing Keren no room to question who she belonged to. She was Zarek’s and always would be.
Zarek swatted her ass cheek, causing tingles to run through her inner thighs. He rubbed the spot he’d slapped before delivering another love tap to the fleshy part of her cheek. Heat continued to build until Keren thought she might explode. His cock kept drilling into her ass, taking her without restraint as Zarek continued to spank her playfully. The pressure gave way, opening the flood to her orgasm.
“Oh gods, Zarek! I’m coming again.”
He spoke in his dragon tongue, asking her if she liked what he was doing to her.
Clutching onto the back of the sofa, her brow furrowed as she stared back at her husband.
He smiled. “I asked if you like this?”
Keren came with a start. Her entire body had a spasm tear through it, causing her body to clamp down on his cock. Zarek growled out, rooted himself in her and came in a wave, spilling his seed into her ass.
“Never mind,” he whispered, planting a kiss on her shoulder while staying locked in her. “I think I got my answer, ma’ aphania.”
“You’ve been calling me that since we met. What does it mean?”
“It means ‘my love’.” He kissed her shoulder again.
“How do you say I love you?” she asked, standing slowly but keeping his cock in her.
“Aphanio.” Zarek held her to him, making her feel so safe, so loved. “In our case, it is more like aphanio de la visum—love at first sight.”
She laughed. “Or love at first strike.”
Zarek threw his head back and laughed. “Only I would be lucky enough to have a wife who not only can knock me out, but has no qualms reminding me of that.”
“Zarek?”
“Yes.”
“Aphanio,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at him.
His golden eyes swirled again. “I love you too, ma’ aphania.”
Epilogue
Zarek held his baby daughter to his chest and cradled her head in his hand. A slight tugging on his pants leg drew his attention and he glanced down to see his middle son, Jace, watching him through golden eyes. “Daddy, I thought you said I was getting a baby brother.”
The slight pout the four-year-old wore left Zarek biting back a smile. Jace was correct—Zarek and Keren had assumed she was carrying another boy child. Females weren’t exactly common among the Dracodomus. In fact, children were scarce period, boy or girl.
He kissed the top of his daughter’s head gently and nodded at Jace. “I am as surprised as you, little one.”
Zarek’s eldest sons, Lex and Thanos, exchanged hushed laughs, doing as twins often did, communicating in ways others could not understand. He arched a brow. “What is so amusing?”
The eight-year-olds glanced at one another, their golden eyes full of mischief. Lex, the spokesman of the pair, smiled. “You always tell us that Mom’s temper comes from her having green eyes. We’re just wondering how bad Philomena’s temper is going to be. She looks just like Mom.”
Zarek let out a deep chuckle. “I do believe the two of you were reading my mind earlier.” He winked at them all and motioned toward the master bedroom door. “Your mother wants to see you all. She fears I have destroyed all her hard work while she was having your sister.”
Lex wrinkled his nose. “We won’t tell her you burnt our toast every morning.”
“Or that you almost forgot to take me to my soccer game,” Jace said, still clutching onto Zarek’s pant leg.
He looked at Thanos. “Have you anything to complain about?”
“No. You were smart enough to order pizza instead of trying to cook dinner, so I’m fine.”
Zarek couldn’t suppress his laughter. Of all the boys, Thanos was the one who had Keren’s personality and wit. “You know, prior to meeting your mother, I did just fine on my own.”
His sons shared a look that said how very much they doubted his claim. In truth, they were right. He didn’t do fine on his own. For almost six hundred years, he’d lived without his soul mate. The last nine years had proven to him how right the Fates were in pairing him with Keren. She was the one, his everything, his soul. She had given him four beautiful children and was as eager as he was to try for more. Keren had also given him the gift of her love. He would never want for anything more.
Pushing the door open, he glanced at his sons, each as eager as the next to see their mother. She’d spent the last two days in labor with Philomena and threatened Zarek’s life so many times he’d lost count. Now that she was showered, had rested and eaten a bit, she was back to being herself. He reached up and touched his jaw line where she’d delivered a rather wicked punch during the height of her labor. It had instantly reminded him of the night he’d met her. Her right hook was still as vicious as ever, but he knew at the end of the day, Keren was his and would remain that way forever.
“Hey you guys,” Keren said softly from her seated position on the bed.
Zarek stood rooted in the doorway, staring at his wife.
Her brow furrowed. “Zarek, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, ma’ aphania. You are so very beautiful. Saghapo.”
Keren’s checks tinged pink as she glanced at the floor. It still amazed him how deliciously sweet his demon-slaying wife could be. His eldest sons made gagging noises and he shot them a pointed look. “One day, you will both know what it is like for a woman to own your heart and when that day comes, I truly hope I am there to see it.”
Thanos and Lex rolled their eyes, not looking the least bit concerned by the idea of finding their mates. Zarek silently prayed that his sons would not have to wait six hundred years to find their mates. Though Keren was not a shifter, the boys had all been born as if they were full Dracodomus males, each capable of shifting and breathing fire. Jace had proven exceptionally talented at this and left both Zarek and Keren teetering on the edge of sanity through his terrible twos. Thankfully, he had grown out of it. When they hit puberty they would develop the glands needed to produce risbrosius and he’d already warned them that not all women were responsive to the natural aphrodisiac. Though Zarek had referred to it as breath freshener, not wanting to have to explain what an aphrodisiac was to his young sons. Keren had mumbled about it being more like onions and garlic mixed with something that had long since died as he tried his best to explain it to the boys.
Jace tugged on his pant leg. “Will I grow up and have a woman own my heart too?”
“If I have any say in the matter, then yes.” Zarek ruffled Jace’s dark hair. “You are smiling. Does this please you?”
Jace gave an enthusiastic nod. “Oh, yes. I love Mommy and think she’s beautiful too. I think she owns my heart.”
Zarek laughed and looked up to find Keren on the verge of tears. “Ah, little one, I believe you own hers as well. You all do.”
Philomena cooed and squirmed a bit. Zarek kissed her temple. “And you, green-eyed one, I fear will age me rapidly, worrying about the boys who will try to come into your life.”
“Zarek,” Keren said between tears. “She’s less than a day old. Don’t start worrying about her getting married anytime soon.”
“Ah, but, ma’ aphania, you forget. I know her mother well. If I am not worrying about dating, I will be worried about what she might try to slay.”
Keren flashed him a smile and her eyes lit with amusement. “Did you see the tiny mark on her ankle?”
Pulling back the pink blanket that covered his infant daughter, Zarek checked her ankle. His eyes widened as he found a black mark that looked similar to a tattoo. It was the shape of a dragon, with its wings spread wide. His gaze locked on his wife. Keren had developed a similar marking right after they’d conceived Philomena. He’d called his brother and his wife for assistance. In the end, they’d all concluded that it was the markings from the Brandt family crest yet altered enough to include the Dracodomus one as well.
“Does this mean she is as you are?” Zarek asked, hopeful that his baby girl would indeed grow to be a powerful slayer.
“You seem pleased.”
He nodded. “Yes, ma’ aphania, if she is capable of beating the boys away on her own, it would make my life much easier.”
“Zarek.” Keren bit her lower lip and looked as if she were trying not to laugh at him. “I love you and all your over-protectiveness.”
“I love you too, ma’ aphania.”
The End
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