Where his hands wrapped around my ankles, opening them wide, I was transfixed as I watched his tattoo pulse with his desire.
I followed his hand down, mystified by the show of veins that popped up all over his arms.
His chest was glistening with sweat from his exertion, and likely my own as well.
His abs bunched and relaxed with each thrust of his hips, and the happy trail of hair that led down to his cock was captivating.
It was his cock, though, that had me transfixed.
Each time he pulled his length from me it was glistening with my juices, and I had the crazy urge to have him in my mouth.
It was insane because of the way his cock felt as it entered me, but I couldn’t shake the desire.
His wants, however, won out.
When I moved my hand between us to feel my opening, stretched wide to accommodate him, to feel his length as it disappeared inside of me, he went wild.
Moving his hands from my ankles to just behind my knees, he folded me like an accordion until my knees were resting just beside my ears, allowing my ass to point to the ceiling.
My ass and half my back was held off the ground by the position, and I suddenly felt Keifer’s cock enter me and not stop until he was forced to by something deep inside of me.
Probably my spine.
But at that point, I was beyond caring because my orgasm knocked me out, stunning me with its arrival and intensity.
My hands met his thighs where my fingers dug in deep.
I could feel my nails puncturing his skin, but I was unable to stop myself. I literally had no control over my body. All of that belonged to Keifer. Every last bit.
Coming, to me, before Keifer, was just a release of some stress. It was a way to make myself feel good and get to sleep at night.
Coming with Keifer was something completely different.
Gone were my inhibitions.
For instance, I yelled so loud I didn’t care whether his brothers, his neighbors or his dragon could hear me. Fuck, but I didn’t care if his mother heard me all the way back at the sanctuary.
Gone was my breath.
I didn’t care about that, either.
I knew Keifer wouldn’t let me die by orgasm. He’d revive me later once he was done.
Gone was my pride. I’d do anything for him. Anything. Crawl. Beg. Steal. Die.
If he wanted me to, I’d do it.
But the thing about Keifer was, I knew that he wouldn’t make me.
Looking up into his eyes as he looked down into my own, something passed between us.
It was as if I saw his soul, and he saw mine. Pieces of our separate lives melded into one whole life.
And I realized what it was to be a dragon rider’s mate.
To be utterly and completely his.
Because that was what I was now, his. And that was what he was, too. Mine.Chapter 12
Due to unfortunate circumstances, I am awake.-Coffee CupBlythe
It was a month after I mated with Keifer, and in that month, I’d completed my last clinical. I’d taken my final test, and I’d finished my final nursing class.
Today was the day that I would be ‘pinned,’ after which I would walk across the stage to receive my diploma.
I lay in the grass with three sleeping dragons at my sides.
The blue beauties, as I’d started calling the three young dragons that persuaded me to play with them each time I stepped foot outside, were surrounding my prone form.
Juno, my teacher I’d acquired after pissing Kiefer off for the last time, sat at my side.
“Try again,” he ordered.
I opened one eye and glared at him. “I’ve already done it four times. I’m tired of doing it.”
Juno narrowed his eyes at me.
“The reason we’re doing it over and over again is to help you prepare. You’ve begged Prince Keifer to go out by yourself, and the only way you can do that is if he’s satisfied that you’re the best that you can be. You’re good, I’ll give you that, but you wouldn’t stand a chance against a man with a gun,” Juno said patiently.
Groaning, but knowing it was inevitable, I sat up.
“What do you want me to do it on this time?” I asked impatiently.
“Try to reach out to your friend, what’s her name,” he ordered.
I rolled my eyes.
In the time Juno had been working with me, I’d also learned that I was pretty darn good at telepathy.
So good, in fact, that I was considered better than Keifer, which was impressive.
“What I want you to do is concentrate on her in your mind. The way she smells, the way she sounds when you’re talking to her. And once you have the picture of her cemented in your mind, I want you to talk to her,” he instructed.
Grimacing, because I knew it wouldn’t even happen, like it hadn’t the first four times I’d done this, I laid back down and closed my eyes.