He explores my shoulders and collarbones, kisses along the mounds of my breasts, and only then latches onto my nipple. And holy fuck, the things he does with that tongue of his. A part of me wants to beg him already, but he sucks me so fine I can only think of floating in this pleasure forever. Zaki’s fingers never falter. There’s no such thing as stamina for him, and the moment he senses I’m wet enough, he kicks it up a notch. His hand moves so fast it’s almost as if it was a vibrator on the maximum setting. I sink my nails onto his shoulders, and the orgasm that comes hurtling toward me has no way to be stopped.
Throwing my head back, I cry out his name when I come apart. Pleasure rocks my body, and I find myself bucking against his hand and begging and begging.
“Zaki! Please, please, more!”
He pops my nipple free and kisses my mouth again. I’m breathless, shaky when his cock lines up with my entrance. Still, he massages my clit, unwilling to let me go with only one orgasm. Something cold slides against my warm folds, and I try to look down at him, but can’t. His kisses are all-devouring, mind-consuming.
“What’s that?” I breathe against him.
“Piercings,” he breathes back, his voice as ragged as mine. He opens a small space for me to peek, his cock hovering over my hood.
Holy shit. I have to do a double take, even amid the pleasure. His member is as gorgeous as expected. Thick, veiny, pointing straight at me. And he’s pierced. There’s a small metal ball right beneath the head, and several small ones to each side of his length. That must have hurt.
“I can tell you all about Jacob’s Ladder and apadravya later, but now, I need to be inside you,” he says in a breathy voice, his yellow eyes finding mine. His tail swishes behind him, latching onto my ankle, tightening.
“Okay, okay,” I murmur, drinking from his kiss again. His moans rise to meet mine, my fingers exploring his back, his shimmering tattoos, up his neck to his scaly horns. He’s so much different from every other man I’ve ever had, but it still feels so fucking amazing when he touches me like I belong to him.
His cockhead teases at my entrance, and even when he’s so big, I’m too wet to offer resistance. Zaki grips onto me, then bucks, his member popping inside me. The two of us gasp in unison as I tighten myself around him. He slides another inch inside, his forehead pressing to mine, our breaths mingling.
“Fuck,” he roars as he slides to the hilt.
“Fuuuck,” I repeat in a drawn-out moan that shakes me to my bones. Those piercings will be the end of me. The ones down his shaft massage me like a powered-up dildo, dragging deliciously every time he moves, but the one at the tip? “Oh, shit shit shit.”
“You... alright?” he murmurs, eyes on me.
I nod feverishly. “Fuck me, fuck me.”
Zaki flashes me a smirk, then starts to move. Every thrust makes the piercing on his tip hit my G-spot. My jaw drops as I feel another orgasm coming fast. Zaki grips at the shreds of the dress around me, throwing them away so he can sling both arms around my waist. He holds me so close I can’t tell where he ends and where I begin. My chest is flush against his, our lips brushing together, my ankles hooked behind his back.
He keeps my back off the ground, even when we’re covered in dust and blood, and then he fucks me. Every sharp pound of his hips is a statement. He wants me to remember this. He wants me to know how fucking amazingly we fit together. My body responds to him, nerves buzzing at the surface of my skin. Every cell in my body pinpoints at the pleasure, at the absurd pleasure that is his body against mine.
And he’s not even using his powers.
Zaki kisses me, hips moving like a piston as his piercings drag against my insides. Lust uncoils, another orgasm crashing over like a tsunami. I come apart again, and again, and again, every time his piercing hits my G-spot. My mind goes blank, my voice rasping from screaming too loud. I’m about to pass out when Zaki puts me down, reaches between us, and flicks my clit again. He does it at the exact time he comes inside me.
It’s a lightning bolt to my chest, it’s like grabbing an exposed wire with both hands. My entire body is electrocuted, shaking, quivering hard as the aftershocks take me almost as hard as some orgasms I’ve had. Zaki’s come is something warm inside, and it almost feels bubbly. It makes me feel good even after he’s slipped out of me.
I stay there, stretched on the ground, covered in blood and dust. My limbs are too heavy to move, my heart beating too fast. I float in that climax, my eyelids fluttering shut as I’m unable to feel anything else. The world could come down on my head right now, and I wouldn’t manage to run.
Zaki kisses the corner of my mouth. “How am I going to walk away from you now, little moth?”
CHAPTER29
REN
Flying while clutched in the talons of a dragon is quite high in my list of things I don’t ever want to do again. Once was enough for me to learn I hate the experience. Every flap of wings is a jerk toward the sky, my heart leaping in my chest as I wonder if this time we’re falling. I keep my eyes shut most of the time, even when I’m not afraid of heights. Every jerk of Apollo’s talons makes the razor-like nails dig into my ribs, and I fear being ripped apart before we land.
I don’t see the others, and we fly for a long time. The wind breezes past me too fast, and I can’t tell the scents in it. I don’t know if any of them have survived. I don’t know if my sister is okay, if she managed to stay afloat. For all that I know, she might have fallen from too high up, and Apollo didn’t see her. By the time we land, she could be dead.
Clenching my teeth, I force myself to put this all behind. There’s nothing to do now but wait. I can’t even communicate my fears to Apollo.
We fly into the night, over trees, past the outskirts of a small town, then into more woods. Apollo descends. I descry a large clearing up ahead, a pause in the endless tapestry of trees. That must be where he’s heading. He must have seen it from farther back.
My paws, hanging awkwardly, hit the copse of trees. I pull them back, but it happens again and again until they’re hitting my belly. I cry out to Apollo, but before I can get hurt, we’re into the clearing. He swoops in a circle, dropping me. I roll once, then get to my feet. Oh, goddess, blessed be the ground. I would kiss it if I had lips. My wolf shakes the dirt off, then we glance up after the others.
Apollo swoops in for a second time, his black dragon stretching its legs. The moment before his feet touch the ground, the dragon peels away, and it’s Apollo who lands, stumbling once before he finds his balance. His hand folds around his ribs and he winces, but he faces me with those ever-worried eyes.
“You alright?” he asks, giving me a once-over. He doesn’t wait for an answer, though. The second he sees I’m in one piece, he looks up.