Immortal Dragons: The First Four: Prequel + Books 1-3 Page 14

  She shouldn’t have doubted it, and didn’t when he positioned her on the bed on hands and knees with both her wrists and ankles bound.

  Subdued, she let herself relax, waiting for his touch again, aching with her face against her soft pillow while her ass and cunt felt the cool breeze from her courtyard. She could only hear him moving around in her room.

  The room illuminated around her gradually, the change increasing her anticipation of whatever he had planned tonight. He hadn’t disappointed her yet. The scent of beeswax was unmistakable when he finally came into her field of vision a little later, his large hand caressing a hot line over the curve of her back.

  “Close your eyes,” he said.

  When she did, every one of her remaining senses came alive. He continued to rub his hand gently up and down her back, the warm caress comforting, but not what she really hoped for. The aroma of the candles he’d lit surrounded her almost as potently as his own spicy musk, and his aura crackled with unspent need as though the entire afternoon had only been a diversion for him.

  Suddenly the idle caress of his fingertips along her back was punctuated with a sharp burn of extreme heat that made her cry out in surprise. The scent of candlewax grew even stronger as the searing line made its way along the length of her spine in a molten path.

  “You like this, don’t you?” Nikhil rumbled, the gravelly sound of his voice betraying his arousal.

  “Yes.” Belah could only whisper, unwilling to disturb the exquisite pleasure she experienced. The hot wax lit up more than the nerves it came into contact with. The heat seared her in the line it made down her spine, but spread out in slow tingles over her entire body.

  Nikhil shifted beside her and her pussy clenched with need and anticipation of whatever he would do to her next. Another hot line made its way down her back, and then another, but each time he let the line stop just above the swell of her ass.

  Nothing he’d done to her before had ever incited such deep need for more. This little game of his was the ultimate tease—inflicting just the right amount of heat that lingered on the edge of pain without going over, but that made her skin ultra-sensitive to the point that even the lightest touch made her shiver with deeper desire.

  A warm breeze blew through her room, carrying the scent of jasmine from her garden and making the wax that coated her back harden and tighten on her skin. She let out a little sigh at the new sensation, but it turned into a fresh cry of pleasure when hot wax suddenly dripped right on top of the swell of one ass cheeks and rivulets of the molten fluid began to trickle down the slope, tickling closer and closer to the center.

  Her muscles were already clenching in anticipation of that hot line making its way further, but it must have hardened before reaching all the way.

  “More, please!” she cried, already panting breathlessly, her cunt a hot bundle and her clit swollen so full that her little scarab rubbed tightly against the sensitive flesh beneath her hood.

  “Shhh,” Nikhil said, his breath hot in her ear. “I have a mind to keep at it until all the candles are spent. Tell me, little beast, what did you enjoy best about today? Being the toy for a roomful of your horny pets?”

  “This,” she said, knowing it was true. “Everything you do to me is my favorite thing. Everything you have yet to do.”

  “Mmm. I do enjoy surprising you.”

  Belah heard the soft pop of a cork and the scent of her sweet oil hit her nostrils, followed by a sudden, hot drizzle directly at the peak of the cleft between her ass cheeks. She cried out, surprised. That he’d had the foresight to heat the oil up should not have surprised her—the man always knew what would please her the most. As the oil’s heat moved, she let out a low moan, again savoring how perfectly the heat of it hit that perfect knife edge of pain of every nerve ending it passed over without actually leaving them deadened in the wake.

  When his fingertip teased around her puckered opening afterward, every part of her came alive. He dipped his fingertip in, coating her with oil, but instead of tease her more with his hands or his cock, instead she felt something a little cooler and slightly textured press at her opening. It was an unfamiliar sensation—not like any of the dildos she kept in her collection, but still rounded at the end and cylindrical in shape. He pushed it in slowly and then stopped, giving her a little tap at the center of her lower back.

  “Hold tight to the candle, or else you’ll set the bed on fire.”

  Belah groaned with understanding and subtle elation at this new game. When the first drip of hot wax made its way down the column of the candle and pooled at its base, she almost couldn’t differentiate it from the hot wetness flooding her pussy. Nikhil spread her open with his fingers, and the even hotter flood of oil covered every swollen inch of her aching folds. He followed up with the cool, smooth weight of the largest dildo in her collection, pushing it slowly into her clenching depths. It was a struggle, then, to keep her ass clenched tightly around the candle while he fucked into her with the thick, round shaft, a toy she’d had carved and polished from jade to mimic the length, heft, and shape of one of her own kind. She rarely used it because it was meant for play when she had another dragon in her bed, which had been rare enough before, and likely would never occur again if she figured out how best to keep the man who currently fucked her with that exquisite toy.

  The dragon dildo spread her pussy wider than she’d ever been stretched in her human form, hitting every single nerve ending inside her with its varied ridges and carved veins. He continued fucking it in and out of her, driving her to distraction when she sensed him move and his hands brushed against her nipples where their scarabs barely brushed the bedclothes beneath her. He teased her only briefly and when his hand moved away to rest on her shoulder, heavy weights stretched suddenly at her breasts, pulling her nipples taught and sending fresh pain through her.

  She let out a sharp cry, confused by the new sensation until she opened her eyes to glance beneath her. Hanging from each little loop of her scarabs on golden hooks were two heavy globes, deceptively weighty for their small size.

  “You can endure the pain, or give yourself relief. Your choice, little beast.”

  The pain, for all its newness, was likely to send her over the edge, and she wasn’t quite ready for that. Not until he told her he was ready for her to climax. Belah pressed her cheek and shoulders into the bed to give her breasts enough relief. The heat accumulating around her ass was slowing, the more the wax built up and cooled, protecting her heated skin from more direct contact—at least until Nikhil discovered it and peeled the warm layer away. The removal of the wax from her skin was a sensation all its own, particularly from the sensitive flesh of her ass, and nearly set off a chain reaction. Her vaginal walls clenched tightly around the dildo, the bulbous end of it meant to represent testicles rubbed against her clit when it sank deep, and Belah almost lost it completely.

  “Not yet, my love,” Nikhil whispered in response to her desperate whimper. “Not until this candle is spent.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Belah lost track of time, engrossed as she was in the effort to stave off the orgasm that loomed. She was only aware of the increasing frequency of the hot wax around her anus accumulating, and then being removed by Nikhil, as well as every unbearably delicious sensation that accompanied that process. He fucked her so thoroughly with the dildo she could almost imagine the huge thing was a part of him, and her pussy milked it hard with every slick plunge inside.

  Her juices flowed down her thighs and her entire body shook with the need to come. Finally, the weight of the candle dwindled and just as the heat of the flame grew so warm it must be close to the end, Nikhil blew with a sharp gust of breath to extinguish the flame. Instantly, he tugged the candle stub out of her and poured cool oil around her heated opening, shocking her with the sudden shift in temperature. Before she could acclimate to the change, the tip of his cock pressed
into her and he shoved in so slowly, every nerve in her body came alight again from the exquisite friction of his entire length sheathing in her tight, stretched opening.

  The huge dildo remained buried in her pussy, her muscles clasped so tight around it that there was no way it would slide out without help, and now his balls must be pressed against the end of it. He covered her back, bowing over her as he thrust deep into her ass. He cupped her breasts, making her nipples scream from the sudden renewed pain of the weights that dangled from their tips.

  The weights disappeared, thumping down to the bed with little swipes of his thumbs to release them. Above her head, she saw him reach around to untie her wrists, and then his hands were cupping her breasts again and pulling her back up so that her back was flush against his chest and her ass sinking down onto his cock. He slipped one of his hands back down to resume control of the massive jade cock that was held captive inside her tight channel, and with one fresh thrust, she feared she’d fly over the edge yet again.

  “Nikhil, please,” she whimpered, so inundated with hot, slippery need she thought she’d lose her mind if he didn’t command her to find her release soon.

  “No words, beast,” he growled, and the hand at her breast slid up to clasp around her throat. “If you want to come, you must tell me the truth, do you understand?” The juncture of his thumb and forefinger pressed harder against her windpipe, her airway closing bit by bit. Nikhil’s hand was so large he nearly reached entirely around her neck and the power he displayed now made her believe he could snap her neck with just a squeeze, if he chose to.

  She had no idea what “truth” he wished for, but the illusion of a mortal threat he held over her now thrilled her so completely it made her begin to tremble from the pent up desire to finally let go. Still, she only wished to please him and she let out a harshly whispered “yes.”

  He pulled the huge dildo out of her and plunged it back in, sending a fresh ripple of pleasure through her.

  “Is this what your brother’s cock feels like when he fucks you with it, ‘Iilahatan? Is that what you so love about him? How many times did he make you his whore before you found me?”

  Nikhil squeezed her throat tighter, his hips bucking hard against her ass as he plunged his cock over and over into her abused backside. He continued fucking her with the dildo with slow, hard thrusts that kept tempo with the throb of her pulse in her ears as her vision dimmed from lack of air to her lungs.

  The blackness threatened to overtake her, but as she hovered at the edge of it, she found herself staring into the brightest light, the culmination of every ounce of pleasure he’d given her and the promise of peace if she let herself go. But he hadn’t given her leave to let go just yet. She stayed there, unable to speak or move or even think for all the confounding convergence of sensations—pain and pleasure both, and the promise of a tumble into an abyss she had only ever wished for but never come so perfectly close to reaching in her life—her tragically unending life of having to endure loss and shame along with all her power and responsibility for thousands of years.

  She found herself losing grip, not on her orgasm but on consciousness entirely, and reveled in that moment, willing him to tell her to come, but succumbing to darkness instead.

  “Belah!”

  Consciousness came rushing back to her and she gasped loudly. All movements had stopped and Nikhil’s arms wrapped around her in a tight hug. His rough apologies filtered through the haze of need that still blanketed her so thickly she wasn’t quite sure where she was.

  Finally, a glimmer of his words seeped back into her half-conscious mind and she said, “Let me come and I will tell you everything.”

  She grabbed his hand in hers, nearly crushing it with the power of her need and pressed it back to her throat.

  “No, ‘Iilahatan, I can’t…” He gasped out the words as though filled with fear, and his aura shimmered around him reflecting as much.

  “Nikhil, I need this. Please don’t hold back. Tighter, please. Take me to the end like this.”

  He let out a surprised grunt into her ear. “Did he never please you this way… the way I do?”

  Belah shook her head. “No man has ever pleased me the way you do. I need you more than you know. Love you more than life. You master me as no other could. Please.” Tears streaked her cheeks and he raised his hand from her throat to brush at the wetness.

  With a rough, desperate groan, he resumed fucking her. First came the delicious slide of his cock from her ass and the sudden, violent thrust as he pounded back into her. He pulled the dildo out of her and tossed it aside, replacing it with his fingers, first cupping her soaked cunt and rubbing his palm against her clit before dipping four of his fingers into her clenching channel.

  “Need to feel you around me when you come, little beast,” he rasped in her ear and his aura flared wildly when her muscles tightened around his hand. The blazing red-black of it enveloped her, cocooning her in his need while her own aura surged again to the point of bursting, her energy twining with his.

  His hand went back to her throat and squeezed, and at the same moment he sank his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder while he fucked her with renewed vigor, his cock and fingers inside both stretched openings while his hand slowly constricted her breathing again.

  “Come for me, my ‘Iilahatan. My beast. Mine,” he whispered in her ear, pressing warm, strong fingers harder and harder into her throat until the edge loomed again and the comforting blackness lay beyond, waiting for her to fall into it.

  With his body filling hers, claiming her, encompassing her, Belah let herself go. The release was so exquisite, so utterly complete, she wasn’t sure where her orgasm ended and the plunge into that abyss began, but in that moment they were one and the same, and Nikhil had been the only one to ever take her there.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Belah found herself blessed with weightlessness more effortless than being carried on the winds. Nothing but light surrounded her, light of every color, as though she’d fallen into a well filled with the magic of generations of her kind. In this place, this wonder of a sanctuary she never believed she’d see, she knew peace for the first time in her centuries-long life. She basked in the absolute lack of burden.

  Gravity gradually sank back into her, at first with a tickle, then an itch. The reminder of her one truth made her want to cry out in frustration. She could not die. As often as she wished for it, it could never be. Yet now she knew she could find a respite from the onus of her life, and Nikhil would be there to give it to her.

  Except he wouldn’t… not forever. Not unless she marked him and made him her slave. What could she do? Lose him to death eventually, or extinguish the spark of sheer dominant will in him that made her love him so much? Give him up to be mated to a lesser beast than she?

  Even with the daily infusions of her energy that bonded him to her, he would eventually grow old. Even with the doses of her breath, his Blessing would eventually cause him to lose his mind in other ways. Her race was thousands of years old, yet no one in their history had ever approached her or her siblings with a problem as complicated as this.

  But then most dragons were not like her. Most—if not all—preferred being dominant over their human mates or pets.

  She still refused to mark him. With a silent, tearful sigh she resolved to never mark him, nor let another have that privilege. She would simply have him for as long as she could, and once the Blessing’s power began to overcome his sanity, she would be there to put him down. It would be a gamble which demise he found first—death from old age, or death by her hand.

  Slowly she became cognizant of her name being repeated over and over in an urgent whisper close to her ear. Two voices spoke to her now, one was Nikhil’s unmistakably male voice, deep and raspy with anguish. The other was her physician, Meri, in a concerned, maternal tone.

  Belah forced herself to fu
ll consciousness and inhaled sharply at the same instant she opened her eyes.

  “’Iilahatan! Oh, by all the gods, I thought I’d killed you. Please, please forgive me for everything—the things I said before—the things I did.”

  Belah turned her head to look up into his worried face, so beautiful with its strong angles and long, dark hair. His face, however, was not the same face she’d gone to bed with—the face she looked at now was unshaven, with deep lines of worry and dark circles under his eyes.

  “How long was I unconscious?” she asked, dimly aware that her voice came out as barely a whisper.

  “Mistress, you were more than unconscious,” Meri said gravely from her other side. “Your heartbeat ceased for almost a full day.” She glanced over Belah’s prone form to Nikhil, whose relief was almost palpable. “It was all I could do to calm the man—he was sure he’d murdered you, as if that were even possible.”

  Belah lifted a hand to Nikhil’s scruffy cheek and caressed him gently. “My love, I have too many things to tell you.” To Meri, she said, “Please leave us. I will be fine soon enough.”

  When her physician closed the door behind her, she tugged at Nikhil’s tunic, urgent to see to the first order of business before talking.

  “Make love to me. Now.”

  His reverent stare immediately disappeared, replaced by the rough, primal urgency of the man she knew he truly was. He may have been the most devout man in existence, considering how he worshiped her wholeheartedly as a goddess in the moments when that was called for, but easily became the powerful creature she required who could subdue her own inner beast with a simple touch.

  When he covered her with his body, he was too careful, however. Belah needed his energy too much to object. She was only just wet enough for him when he buried himself inside her, and it wasn’t until he whispered in her ear, “My fingers itch to wrap around your throat again, ‘Iilahatan,” that the urgent lust surged through her and her muscles clenched hard around him. The memory of that moment just before she’d descended into the darkness would forever be etched into her mind and his whispered words brought it all back in sharp detail.