A sharp nip of teeth at my neck, and I tilted my head instinctively, giving him more access. Anything he wanted.
His other cock slid through the crease of my ass in time with his slow, steady thrusts, all slick and hot and thick, parting my cheeks and gliding over rarely touched nerve endings. So naughty and forbidden and delicious.
I wiggled my hips as much as this position allowed. “You can put it in my ass.” I’d been exploring by myself ever since I saw his dicks, and I was looking forward to trying this.
He made a strangled sound, hands digging in tight enough that his claws pricked my skin. “I’ll hurt you.”
“I’ll tell you if it hurts.” Another insistent roll of my hips pushed me closer to orgasm, heat and pleasure gathering at my center.
His arms turned to steel bands around me. “Arum.” He palmed my ass, his cock fitting more neatly into the crease, but not where I wanted it to go. I shivered as the increased contact stimulated sensitive flesh.
“Fuck,Arum.” He thrust against me once more, imitating the dirty deed I’d asked for. “I want to see your face when I take you like this.”
“Please.” I reached one hand down to strum my clit.
“Next time,” he bit out.
Before I could protest, he banded one arm around my hips and started a deep, intense rhythm that had me seeing stars. Between one cock pounding into me, the other sliding through my crease across sensitive nerves, and my fingers on my clit, I catapulted into another orgasm.
As I shuddered and moaned, his thrusts became erratic, until I felt a hot gush both inside and out and he bellowed, clutching me to his chest, face buried in my neck. Pinpricks scraped my skin where my shoulder met my neck.
When we caught our breath and I turned to face him, his scales turned dark red. “I was too rough with you.”
“What?” I stretched, feeling delicious and languid.
“Your hip.”
A few dark marks were visible along the side of my hip. I squinted at them, tilting my head. They must have been from where his fingers had dug in.
I poked one of the faint marks. “It’ll heal in a day or two.” He hadn’t broken the skin.
Az reached out a hand, then snatched it back. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
“No. I’m fine, really.” I reached for a bottle of shampoo.
Az glanced around, took a deep breath. “Please forgive me.”
I stepped to him. “There’s nothing to forgive. It’s a love mark, nothing more. The dragon equivalent of a hickey. Now help me wash my hair.” No way in hell would I let him get in his head about getting a little rough when I’d loved every second of it.
“What’s a hickey?” He took the bottle of shampoo.
“A little bruise, like the one you just gave me, usually from kissing and sucking on the neck.”
His hands brushed my scalp, growing more confident as I spoke.
“You would allow this? A temporary mark on your neck?” His eyes gleamed.
I shrugged. “Only if I can hide it.”
He frowned. “What’s the point if no one sees? Dragon mating marks are high on the neck so everyone can see.” He touched a spot near where my neck met my jaw.
“What do you mean,dragon mating marks?”
“I’ll get you an engagement ring, too, if you prefer.” The slits that served as his nose wrinkled. “Though I don’t know why you’d limit yourself toonering.”
“Back up. You want to bite my neck?”
“It’s the dragon way. It won’t hurt.” He turned off the water. “I’ll do it while I’m deep inside you. I’ve been told it feels good.” His face tightened with lust. “Something to do with lingering dragon magic.”
