Put a baby in me.
The shame of even thinking that makes this whole thing hotter. I don’t want that. I truly don’t. But the threat of it only makes me wetter.
Sol loses his battle first. He surges into me and, god, I love this moment more than anything else we do. I feel him cumming, his cock swelling inside me, his seed filling me and then overfilling me, bursting out to drip down my thighs. “More!”
Sol jerks out of me and then arranges me on his second cock. We should stop, but the damage is already done. “Fill me up.” I moan. “Please, Sol. Fill me up and make me cum again.”
Three strokes are all I take to lose it. I cum so hard, every muscle in my body locks up painfully. Sol jerks inside me, filling me a second time. Only then does he unclench his jaw and slump back with me in his lap. His cock twitches inside me, and I writhe, which makes him curse. “Enough.”
“I can’t…” He lifts me off him, drawing a whimper from my lips.
Sol wraps his arms around me, almost too tight, and holds me to him. I cling to his grasp as our bodies cool and our heartbeats return to normal. His seed is still dripping from me, a distinct reminder of the risk we just took.
The risk I just took.
After all, Sol wants a child. That’s the whole reason I’m here to begin with.
“Briar.”
I close my eyes. I don’t want his apologies, but I’m not ready to face the potential consequences for what we just did. I chose this, but that doesn’t mean I’m not filled with a conflicting swirl of regret and desire. “I would rather not talk about it.”
Sol’s silent for a beat, and then two. Finally, he says, “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” It’s not quite the truth. My pussy is one big throbbing ache, though it’s not entirely unpleasant. I’m also bleeding in various places from his bites, though as I look down, they’re just little rivulets from the pinprick points of his teeth. I should not find the sight sexy, but there’s little logic in how I am with Sol. “I’m fine.”
“Liar.” He rises slowly to his feet but doesn’t set me down. “I’m carrying you back. Do not argue with me.” There’s something simmering in his tone, something deep and almost angry. I can’t tell if it’s directed at me or not, and when I look up at his face, I’m still unsure.
It’s a fight not to hunch into myself, to make my body a smaller target. Rationally I know he won’t hurt me, but some instincts aren’t so easy to reroute. Sol’s never been angry with me before.
I think I’ve just fucked up.
Chapter 23
Sol
I don’t bother to go back to the lake to collect my pants. There’s no one to witness this angry trip through the forest back to the keep. We’re alone, me and my quivering bride. I can taste her fear on my tongue, and it makes me crazed. My instincts are still in the driver’s seat, demanding I mark her, protect her, breed her.
I should have known that chasing Briar would mean I’d lose control. There wasn’t a single thought in my head except catching her, biting off that damn pendant, and then fucking her until she admitted she was mine in every way that matters.
Two out of three feels like a hollow victory.
I should speak, should find the words to put her at ease. I have none. I want to promise her that if she’d told me to stop, I wouldn’t have snapped off that pendant and tossed it away. I want to tell her that I wouldn’t have fucked her without that protection if she hadn’t run from me a second time.
I want to…but I’m not certain it’s the truth.
For the first time in a long time, I wish my parents were still alive to give me advice. They had me late in life and passed from this world together in peace a few years ago. After over forty years with them, I thought they’d taught me everything I’d need. I made my peace with missing them, but that’s a normal part of moving into adulthood.
We dragons don’t live forever, after all.
But I don’t know what this is. I hardly recognize myself right now. My arms shake around Briar, and as I stride away from the trees toward the keep, I’m not certain if it’s to deposit her in our bedroom and get some distance…or to lock us in together until she stops withholding herself from me.
No. Goddess, no.
She chose what we just did, for better or worse. She might hate me for it once the endorphins wear off completely, but she’s too fair to blame me when it took both of us to get there. At least, I think she is.