She bites my tongue, mixing my blood with our kiss, and it makes her wild. “Too full,” she moans into my mouth.
“You will fucking take it,” I order, gripping her chin as I pull back and slam back in, forcing her to accept me.
She nods, her eyes on me as I fuck her tight, little pussy. I can feel another orgasm rising within her, those little noises driving me wild as we find a rhythm. Just before she can come, I pull out and she whines.
“Nyre!” she yells, trying to push back to get my cock into her.
Gripping her hip with one hand, I spank her cheek, leaving a red imprint. She gasps, stilling her movements, and I rub my palm across the mark, taking away the sting. “You get me when I’m ready,” I warn, but she moans and pushes back again, so I slap her ass twice more, one on each cheek.
Admiring the red handprints staining the plush globes, I lean down and lick along them, loving the salty taste of her skin.
“Please, Nyre,” she begs, trying to sit up, but I place my palm flat on her back and push her head down.
Spanking her again and again, I listen as she cries out, loving the pain. “If you carry on, you won’t be able to sit down for a week,” I caution, rubbing the sting of my hits away.
With my cock nice and wet, I press it to her other hole, loving how she whimpers but keeps still for me. Pushing in slowly, I stop every few inches and let her breathe, pushing through the tightness until eventually, I’m buried balls deep in her ass. She pushes back, forcing me deeper, but I still her movements.
“Nyre,” she demands, her voice breathless. “If you don’t fucking move, I’m going to—” She gasps as I pull out and drive back into her.
Holding on to both hips, I push into her hard and fast, forcing her to take my brutal thrusts. She does, pushing back, begging for more.
“Mi cielo, I can feel you around my cock, so tight, so perfect,” I praise, letting go of my restraints, knowing I can’t hurt her. She would just heal herself.
“Yes, Nyre, God, yes,” she begs, pushing back as I fuck her wildly.
My fingers cut into her hips, almost denting them as I power into her again and again. Growling, I let go of her hip and grab her throat, hauling her up so her back meets my chest, never stopping my thrusts. She moans and I grip her throat, biting at her again to hold her still as I fuck her. She bucks against me and whimpers come from the back of her throat.
She screams as she comes and I shove her back down again, chasing my building release.
“Nyre, please, fuck, I want to feel you come inside me,” she pleads.
With a roar, I pound into her twice more before stilling, my come filling her ass as she moans. I grin as I let Mishal have control again, feeling his impatience to mark and play with his mate.
She is made for us, she is perfect, I tell him, before I curl back up inside him, satisfied and sleepy.
Mishal
Nyre has fucked her good. She is limp on the floor, panting while I am still buried deep in her, with her cream dripping down her shaking thighs just begging me to lick it clean. He might have got to have his fun, but now it’s my turn and I plan to mark her just like he did. Pulling from her ass enough to let my come trickle down her cheeks to her wet pussy, I push all the way back in. My cock still hard for her, it has been since the moment she was thrown in here. Rubbing my fingers in my come, I thrust them into her waiting pussy. She cries out, pressing back into me as I lay over her back.
“I’m going to fill you with my come, can you feel me fucking your sweet little pussy with it, little one?” I ask, licking her shoulder where Nyre bit her as she mewls like a kitten and presses back into my cock and fingers.
“Mishal,” she cries. I don’t know how she knew it was me without looking, but I grin, loving that she did.
“That big old dragon marked you, little one, and I am going to as well. You will carry them both because you own us both,” I whisper against her skin.
I know her nipples are rubbing along the floor with every thrust of my fingers and cock and when I pull one out, I thrust the other back in, wringing another orgasm from her. “I can’t, I can’t!” she yells.
“You can and you will,” I demand and she screams, tightening around my cock and fingers. As soon as she comes, I bite down on her shoulder, sending her screaming again as I mark her, tasting her blood in my mouth and finishing our mating.
We both collapse to the floor, spent, and I make sure to move to the side slightly so I’m not crushing her with my weight.
“I love your weight, it makes me feel safe,” she says softly, her voice lazy and slow.
Little one, can you hear me?
“Yes?” she answers out loud, confused.
I’m not speaking, I point out with a laugh, and she turns to look at me with a shocked expression.
I can hear your thoughts, she projects into my head, louder than she needs to, but she will get the hang of it.
Sorry. She winces, her voice quieter this time.
You’re my mate, we have an unbreakable bond. I am betting you could even call to Nyre like this.
Really?
Try it, I encourage.
She closes her eyes and I rub her lips, watching her lashes fan on her cheeks and her eyes scrunch up in concentration. It’s adorable, especially when she wrinkles her nose.
Nyre?
Mi cielo?
The usual grumpy dragon sounds beyond overjoyed, even somewhat soft.
Her eyes pop open as a grin splits her face. “I can hear him!” she whoops.
“Can you hear everything I think?” she questions, blushing suddenly.
“Why, trying to keep secrets from me, little one?” I tease.
She grins, still embarrassed. “Just didn’t want you to listen to my dirty thoughts about you all the time.”
“Oh really? Do tell me about them. In fact, feel free to share them with me and I will be honoured to make them a reality,” I say softly, weaving our hands together as she lays hers over my heart.
“Like you need any more ideas,” she grumbles, making me laugh. “Mishal, what does mi cielo mean?”
Grinning, I drop a kiss on her lips. “It is a way of showing love from a dragon, it means my sky. Dragons value sky and freedom more than anything, so calling you that means you are his reason to live,” I explain. Nyre huffs at my fumbled expression but curls back up inside.
I gather her to my chest and she sighs in contentment. “The events that brought me here might have been horrible and life-altering, but maybe, just maybe, it happened for a reason,” she murmurs.
“You were always meant for me, little one. Whether it had been now or later, I would have found you. A dragon always finds his mate and when he does, he keeps her forever,” I vow.
I just need to figure out how to do that. It feels like I have been waiting my whole life for this woman, even if I didn’t know it. Maybe there is a reason I was brought here, that I was in this place and time when she needed me the most. Fate is a fickle bitch, she never gives you what you ask for in the way you ask, but she does give it to you eventually. We are never tested beyond what we can’t endure, and I would endure a thousand years locked in a cell being tortured to meet this woman in my arms.
Shaking my head, I send a fuck you and a thank you to the fates, knowing they will be watching. I just wish my little one didn’t have to sacrifice to find me, but I will make sure the rest of her life is the best it can be to make up for what she lost to gain me.