To Be Fated, page 33
“You do know, treasure; tell me.” She shakes her head with her eyes on me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I look back at her with sad eyes before leaning back down to lick and nibble her needy clit. My fingers trace along her folds before I slowly press a finger at her entrance. I keep eye contact with her as I push into her heat. Waiting to hear that fucking word that will stop me, but she doesn’t say it. She’s so fucking tight, I can already imagine how she’ll feel around my cock.
I curve my finger and rub the bundle of nerves that’s bound to set her off. Her eyes go half lidded and her breathing turns to pants. Gorgeous—her flushed skin and her expression with little bouts of pleasure are utterly gorgeous. Her body rocks into my hand. I let her fuck herself on my finger. That’s my good girl. Up until her breathing hitches and her pussy starts to spasm. I quickly pull my hand from her and push her hips onto the bed to keep her still and pinned. Her eyes pop open and she gives me a look that could kill. And that’s the moment it hits her. I can’t help the smirk that lifts my lips up as I stare down at her. Both of our hearts race.
“Sorry, treasure. Not until you answer me.”
“I told you, I don’t know,” she answers this time with spite. I smile at her anger. It reminds me of her strength. My beautiful little treasure can handle this.
She grips the sheets beneath us as I wait a moment and then continue my ministrations.
I run my two fingers teasingly on the outside of her clit and then pinch it lightly. She moans and writhes beneath me. I love that I’m giving her pleasure, but I hate that I won’t be letting her come. No one enjoys being denied. I dip my fingers back into her heat and curve them up, massaging her g-spot. Her chest reddens and her cheeks flush a beautiful hue. My little treasure thinks she’s being smart, trying to hide the fact that she’s going to come. But as soon as I see her fingers trembling, I take my hand away. She shoots daggers at me.
“I’m not lying!” Her voice cracks.
“Tell me why you left, treasure.”
“I don’t know! I was stupid; I’m sorry!” I press my lips into a firm line at her self-deprecation. For now, I ignore it, but I make a mental note of her behavior.
I push two fingers into her heat and repress my groan as the tips of my fingers hit a thin wall. Her hymen. Fuck, my Kara is untouched. I keep my mouth shut and close my eyes as my dick begs me to fuck her. I close my eyes and continue punishing her tight little pussy.
“Tell me why, treasure. Why did you want to leave?” Her deep moan fills the room and as her back arches, I remove my fingers and leave her craving her release. Her pussy clenches around nothing and tears prick her eyes.
“Why are you doing this to me?” My heart breaks at her strangled words. As if this is torture. Torture is watching your only potential mate leave you in the depths of the night. And she will never know that pain.
“You need to tell me treasure.”
“I don’t know!” I dip my fingers back in and press my thumb against her clit. She’s so close. So fucking close that I hardly touch her before her body starts trembling.
I pull away and a sob racks through her. Her orgasm denied once again.
“Please Drago.” Her words sound broken and desperate.
“Just tell me why.”
She shakes her head and wipes her tears from her cheeks. I lean down and suckle her clit while my fingers work her heat. Her pussy starts to spasm almost immediately. Like the prick I am, I deny my little treasure again.
I give her a moment to settle, but not so long that the waves of desperation have stopped making her body tremble with need. “Why did you leave me?” I ask as I push my fingers in and massage ruthlessly against her front wall. “Tell me why you wanted to leave.” I stare into her beautiful hazel eyes as her pussy clamps down on my fingers.
“Because I’m afraid to love you!” she screams at me and then takes ragged breaths as a look of pain flashes in her eyes.
Her words shock me and still my dragon, even though I suspected all along. To hear the words come from her lips, it makes all the difference. I knew she felt something. But love? A fire burns low in my gut and tingles down my spine. I nearly lose control of the beast as he roars forward. The need to claim her is far too strong.
Her breathing is staggered and her wide eyes full of vulnerability as she stares up at me, realizing what she’s just said. What she’s admitted to herself. Whether it’s her heat or something more, there’s an undeniable pull that’s terrifying as much as it is thrilling.
I finally answer her. “Good girl.”
I lower my lips to the shell of her ear and whisper, “Now it’s time for your reward.”
Returning to my position between her legs, I grip her hips tight in my hands and push her back down onto the bed and dive into her heat, feasting on her. Her thighs wrap around my head and she pushes herself onto my tongue. She’s desperate to come and I’m going to make sure she does…again and again until she’s limp and sated beneath me.
Moaning into her with nothing but pleasure and want, I suckle her clit until her back is bowed and her heels dig into the mattress. Just before she comes, I blow a low flame against the swollen, glistening clit and smack my hand down, putting out the flame and making her body convulse as her orgasm tears through her. As she finds her much needed release, I look up at my beautiful little treasure with the taste of her arousal on my tongue. Her mouth is parted and her back is arched. Her blunt nails dig into the sheets as she screams out her climax.
I can’t stand the need to fuck her. I’m all too aware of the need for comfort afterward, the care that she requires as she crashes down from the highest high, but I’m on the edge of doing something I may regret. I push her legs open so they’re wide enough for my shoulders to pass and they fall easily, but as I move, she wraps her hands around my arm and stops me. Her hazel eyes are wide and her breathing is labored.
“Please,” she barely whispers as she tugs me to brace myself on top of her.
I have no idea what she’s asking, but I’m about to lose my mind. All my blood has gone to my dick. “Lie back down, treasure.” My words don’t come out as smooth as I want them to and I silently curse myself.
“Please, Drago.” I stare at her plump lips and imagine taking them with my own.
“Please what?” I ask.
“Please take me.”
Time pauses and my vision blurs with her plea. It’s a heady feeling to be desired like she does now. I swallow thickly as my dick jumps at her words. I want her so bad it hurts. I shake my head and when I open my eyes, I see doubt and agony creep into her expression.
“You don’t want me?” she barely whispers.
“You don’t know what you’re asking.” I try to reason with her. She’s been through a lot today. This would be too much. The hour is late, she hasn’t rested, and she’s been through hell and back. It would be wrong. Just as the thought hits me, so does the scent of her heat.
“I do.” She nods against my chest. “Please, Drago. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“That’s why it needs to wait, my treasure.” I’m practically begging her to stop begging me. I can feel my resolve weakening. The need to rut into her and claim her is primal. My eyes roll back into my head as I imagine ripping into her virginity.
“Please,” she begs me. I can’t take the fact that she’s in desperate need. My dragon roars with the need to claim her. He rages inside of me after what happened with Galen. It feels as though everything is pushing me toward her. I gently pet her thigh and try to will the thoughts of fucking her away.
“I know what to say if I don’t want it.” She takes my hand in both of hers. “Please Drago, haven’t I begged enough? I’ll be good for you. I promise.” My eyes blaze with fire at her words. She’s too good for me. Way too good for me.
Her tongue darts between her lips and she whispers her plea, “Please Drago. I need you.”
And that’s it. I lose all control and flip her onto her knees.
I push the head of my dick against her entrance and groan as I slowly slip into her heat. I could take it slow; I could go easy. But she feels so good, and her pussy is already milking me for more. She’s so close to the edge of her release yet again. My dragon roars and fire burns up my throat as I slam deep inside her. I rip through her virginity and still deep inside her. She’s so wet, so soft from her own climax, I know it won’t hurt her. But still, she cries out a strangled pleasure. Her back arches and it’s my name on her lips. My fingers strum her clit until I feel her get accustomed to my size. I nibble her neck, teasing her with hot licks and open-mouthed kisses. She shivers and mewls with ecstasy.
She feels like heaven and hell. The sweet torture of climbing and the desperate need for wanting more.
“You are mine,” I whisper into her ear, letting my breath tickle her sensitized neck. I take one more nip of her earlobe and pull back. And then I let myself take her exactly how I’ve wanted since I laid eyes on her.
I rut into her, pounding into her tight, needy pussy as she spasms around my dick. Her head pushes into the pillow as she screams out her orgasm. I fist the flesh of her hips and continue pounding into her heat as she comes. Her pussy clamps down hard on my dick. Her arousal drips down her thighs and onto me. The wet sound of me ruthlessly fucking her mixed with her cries of pleasure fuel my need to find my own release. My balls tighten and rise as a low tingling sensation threatens to overwhelm me. My toes curl and I breathe out a flame of fire as I slam into her and find my own release. I grip her hips tight and push deeper into her. She screams my name as I pump slow, shallow thrusts into her until every bit of my orgasm has left me. It’s only then that I can catch my breath and realize what I’ve done.
As I loosen my grip on her, I have to catch her small body and gently lay her down. She falls easily to the bed, and I make sure to kiss her on the crook of her neck. It's still slightly colored from the flames earlier. A beautiful pink. And then I pet her back gently as I pull the covers over her body. All the while my heart rages.
I lie next to her, holding her small body close to mine and kiss her neck as she quickly drifts to sleep. Her exhaustion wins out. I continue to hold her though, long enough to admire her beauty and learn the sound of her calm breath. It soothes me.
I move off the bed and see a small spot of pinkish red on the bed. Fear and anxiety overwhelm me for only a moment, remembering she is only human, and I wasn’t gentle in the least. And then I remember her virginity. I watch her for a moment, waiting to see if she's in pain. But she only seems to nestle herself deeper under the covers. No signs of pain. In the morning she'll be sore, I'm sure.
The reality of the situation hits me with a force not meant to be denied. I walk quickly and quietly around the room, blowing out the candles and trying my best not to get too pissed at myself for my lack of control. I blow the last flame out and crawl back into bed. I lie next to her, to my treasure, my Kara, and pull her small body to mine.
My mind races with the potential consequences of what I’ve done.
DRAGO
With the early morning light filtering in the etched glass panes, I wake drowsily and then grin when I feel Kara lying next to me. Her naked body is a glorious sight. Ever so gently, I push her hair off her face and run my thumb along her jaw, careful not to wake her but unable to keep my hands off her.
Her expression is nearly angelic; she is so calm and at peace in her sleep. I clench my jaw remembering last night, the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.
I’ve never had a woman attempt to leave me before. I’ve also never wanted to keep one as much as I do Kara.
If ever there was a line, I’m certain I crossed it last night. I wouldn’t take it back though, not for a single second. She’s mine. In every way, this woman is mine.
That fact doesn’t lighten the burden that weighs heavily on my shoulders though. The consequences of what I’ve done. I sigh heavily and run the hand that’s free down my face, stopping at the rough stubble of my jaw. Kara is soundly sleeping on my other arm, with her face buried into my chest. The sheet hardly hides her body from me. The curve of her waist and lush ass tempt me and I’m all too aware of my hardening cock.
Still sleeping, Kara stretches catlike against my body. Her breasts brush against my chest and I stifle a groan. Her leg pushes over mine as she yawns and twists to stretch her limbs. I watch her, waiting for her to realize where she is. I smirk at her as her eyes pop open and she stills against me. Her heart hammers and her eyes widen.
“Good morning treasure.” She quickly moves the covers up her body and slowly lies down next to me so that she’s barely touching me.
As her gaze looks me up and down, slight fear flashing in her eyes, I remind myself that it’s expected. That all of this is new to her. And yet, I fucking hate it. Yesterday morning, she didn’t know I existed.
It takes everything in me to maintain my composure. Slowly, she seems to remember every moment, and a warmth colors her cheeks.
A low growl of approval rises in my chest as I readjust under the sheets, my dragon stirring and wanting more. Wanting her naked again. Wanting to spoil her, to have my hands on her.
Although I’m sure she’s sore from last night’s events, the thought makes my dick stiffen further. I made that pussy sore. I could lick it to make it better.
“Good morning, Sir.” She answers, but I don’t think she realizes that her use of sir is an indication that she wants to play. I’m certainly up for it, but I have a feeling it wasn’t her intention.
“You want to play treasure?” Her eyes fly to mine as I question her.
Her wide eyes, still full of sleep, peer into mine, “Now?”
“You addressed me as Sir,” I offer an explanation.
She shakes her head gently, “I don’t think so…I, um…” She swallows as she pulls the sheets closer. Rather than allowing her to fumble through thoughts and explanations, I grant her mercy.
“I didn’t think you wanted to, either. Calling me Sir is the way to get me to play if you want to, though.” She looks at me with uncertainty and clears her throat but doesn’t speak.
Her naivety is evident, and she has my sympathy. Which I hope will only aid me in my endeavors. “You can call me Drago.”
She smiles but remains quiet. I don’t care for her uneasiness, but again I remind myself that it’s to be expected. She is human and last night did not go as planned.
“Are you still mad at me?” she asks while holding the sheet to her chest. The insecurity in her voice is worrisome and I loathe it.
“I’m not mad, Kara.” With deliberate movements, I grip her chin and tilt her head to look at me and say, “I may have to tie you up before bed though.” She clenches her thighs at my words and then lets out a small whimper. Fuck, that soft feminine noise is everything. I allow a grin to pull at my lips and when her gaze falls to it, she offers me a semblance of a simper. Curiosity and even desire flash in her eyes, although I don’t scent her heat in the least.
With my voice low, I contain my own desire long enough to ask, “How are you feeling?”
“Fine,” she answers in a whisper and then bites her lip.
“Are you sore?” Her cheeks flush a deep crimson red. It takes a lot of work to keep the smirk off my face. “Part your legs for me.”
She looks back at me with wide eyes full of insecurities. “I haven’t showered or anything,” she says in a hushed tone while tucking her golden locks behind her ear.
The image of her naked body dripping wet comes to mind instantly. We could start the morning with a hot shower, and I could lap the water from her soft skin. It would be far better than the bath. It’s an open stall with several shower heads, river rock on the floor, and sleek granite on the walls. It’s large and the bench in it would be perfect for her little ass to sit on while I take care of her.
“I know.” I stare back at her, waiting for her to obey. “I’d like you not to question my orders.” There’s a small hint of warning in my voice. She’s still getting used to this relationship and power dynamic, so I don’t push too much. It’s all a part of the play after all.
I fucking love that all of this is new to her. That I have the honor of training and teasing her and breaking her in. My cock twitches once again and on cue, she obeys.
She keeps her eyes on me as she bends her knees and parts her legs. I lean over and brush my fingers along her pussy and open her up for me. Her lips are a bit red and swollen slightly. Hmm. She shivers at my touch and as I slip my fingers up to her clit, she presses herself into my touch.
I take my hand away and rub her thigh intent on rewarding her. “Good girl. I’ll take care of you in the shower.” She blushes, her legs still spread, and the scent of her arousal tempts me to take her right here once again. Before I can act on it, I command her. “Go now, I don’t want to have to wait.”
“Oh!” She pops off the bed with a fire lit under her ass and leaves for the shower. With the sheet left behind, her naked body is on display for me and I love it. I crave every inch of her.
Before I join her, I text Sage to make sure she’ll have all of Kara’s things for her when we get out of the shower. She’ll lay them out nicely on the bed and then my little treasure can choose what she’d like. Except for the collar. That is my only must-wear item. I need everyone to know she belongs to me. No one would ever dare hurt her again knowing she’s mine.
Whether or not we are mates. Whether or not we will ever be what I crave most is irrelevant. She is mine. And they will never touch her again. I’ll kill them if they do.
I crack my neck as I walk to the door to unlock it for the servants and then make my way to the bathroom. Kara sits perched on the bench in the shower, she’s completely dry and just has her hand under the stream. The steam billows around her and the warmth has already made her chest flush with a gorgeous warmth to it. When I get to the opening of the stall, her eyes meet mine and the blush returns to her cheeks. She turns her body slightly, trying to hide her curves. I tisk her as I close the door behind me.
