shoulders, running my fingernails down his arms and around his waist. I pull him towards me. Instead of pressing inside me, he trails kisses down my body and yanks my legs apart.
His tongue flicks up and down my slit, encouraging my wetness. I moan loudly and grip the bed sheets lifting my head slightly off the pillow. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if he takes any longer. He runs his tongue over my clit, teasing me, pressing gently against the swollen bundle of nerves.
“God, Trav, just fuck me. Take me now,” I demand.
“All in good time, my lady,” he taunts. “All in good time.”
I growl and run my fingers through his hair, pressing his face against my hungry pussy. He laughs between my legs, and the sound waves excite me, driving me crazy. All at once, he devours my core. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I shatter.
I scream so loudly, I think it will alarm the servants. My orgasm throbs and clenches my entire body with mind shattering pleasure. Trav is on top of me, his cock pressed against my opening. He slides inside in one lunge, and I scream again. His teeth grip my neck as he thrusts.
I’m rolling on utter pleasure as Trav sinks his massive shaft into my tight, wet core. I’m coming, over and over. My mind goes blank, and all there is this moment. My whole world is Trav and the feeling of him inside me. As the pleasure rolls through me I suddenly know what I want. I want him.
My dragon growls with longing and release, happy that I gave myself to Trav in this way. I’m more confused than ever, so I choose not to think. I choose to only be my body, the dragon born, with this prince who makes love with me so ecstatically.
He lifts me up on his lap. I’m straddling him as he guides me up and down on his shaft. My breasts bounce in his face, and he sucks my nipples into his mouth, groaning at the sight and taste of them.
He squeezes my ass cheeks, spreading them as he bounces me on his cock. Fingers press against my tight opening. I throw my head back as I feel him coming inside me. My pussy clamps around his shaft, milking the last of his seed.
Finally we stop, panting, our foreheads pressed against together. “Trav,” I say, breathless.
“Shhh, there is no need for words now,” he whispers.
We collapse onto the bed and hold each other under the soft blankets. I snuggle against Trav’s chest and hear his heart beating wildly from me. He kisses the top of my head and strokes my back, tender expressions of affection I never would’ve expected from Trav.
“And now you will choose me,” he says. Now that is Trav, with his overconfidence. The truth is I have no idea who to pick. I adore them both, and I don’t feel capable of choosing between them. If only there were a way I could have them both.
“I just don’t know yet, Trav. I don’t know.”
Chapter Seven
I wake from my deep sleep to the sound of insistent knocking at my door. Trav and I both jump from the bed, but he is faster. He throws his robe around his shoulders and ties the front before opening the door. Gizmel stands in the entrance wringing his hands.
“What is it?” Trav growls at the gnome.
“Your Majesty, you must go quickly to Castle Blackwell. The Orgs are converging on the fortress. Prince Conyac and his troops will not be able to defeat them on their own. He needs assistance immediately.”
I jump to my feet, ignoring my nakedness. I grab my clothes and pull them on. “Let’s go,” I say. Trav opens his mouth in what I expect to be an objection, but I stop him. “I’m going,” I insist.
Gizmel leaves, and Trav helps me into my armor before leaving to put on his own. We meet in the front of the castle with the full moon high overhead and the stars glinting in the heavens. A chill wind blows against my leather and chain armor and ruffles through my hair. I grip my sword. I don’t want to admit how nervous I am. I will have to fly in dragon form, and fight alongside Trav and Conyac. This is my
Skye Malone, Megan Joel Peterson