‘Together As One-Simul Ut Unum’
Amaya
“My den, my lair. All my secrets, all my treasure. Everything I have is ye’re’s Mo Chridhe.”
I peered around in amazement. The cave was huge, big enough for Rí to shift and stand tall. Right in the centre sat a nest of sorts. Many throws and different sized cushions were scattered in a circle. I grinned up at him as he placed me on my feet. “You like purple” I said, noting the plum colour once more.
Huge paintings of dragons and people were lined up everywhere, golden vases and chalices piled in boxes, golden coins piled high. Crowns and tiarasmounted the walls like trophies. Sconces lined the walls, creating a warm glow in the darker parts of the cave.
“Where did you get all this?” I breathed in wonder. It seemed my dragon liked to collect his gold.
“My family were old; dragons age differently to witches and most shifters. By the time the portal closed I had already secured most of my family treasures tha’ had been lost over time. When the war ended, I spent my free time searching the entire of Wisteria for anything tha’ remained of them.”
Wait…how old was Rí? I’d assumed he was around twenty-five, but if the war was eighteen years ago and he had already secured most of this…had he said thousands of years earlier? That he was going to live thousands of years.
“How old are you?” I asked with narrowed eyes.
He grinned at me and ignored my question. I would get him to answer eventually. I couldn’t believe how much stuff was in this cave. All neatly in its places. Each item would hold a memory, a story of the people it belonged to before.
I trailed my hand down one painting containing a young boy. He sat dwarfed by a huge throne. His red glowing eyes grumpy as his large crown hung tilted of the side of his head. His messy dark brown curls flopped onto his tan forehead whilst his chubby cheeks were smushed against his small fist.
A baby Rí.
I grinned wide as a warmth filled my chest.
“You were always grumpy then?”
“Possibly. But never with you.” He tilted my chin up with his finger whilst searching for something in mygaze. Whatever he was looking for he must have found. He leaned down and pressed his lips to my own.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist, knowing he would catch me. He walked backwards until we were by the nest of throws and pillows. Lowering me to the floor he stared down at me with such intensity that I shivered. I lifted my arms above my head as Rí lifted my top, leaving me in my black leggings, boots and black lace bra. I’d never worn such a sexy bra before; thank God for the wardrobe full of clothing at the castle. I wasn't shy. I had no nerves. Why would I? Rí was mine.
I was beginning to be thankful to these so-called Fates Above.
Ever so slowly, my dragon ran his finger from my shoulder, across my collar bone and between my breasts. A small flame burnt the small piece of material between each cup, releasing my aching breasts to his waiting hands. I moved back before I laid myself down on his soft throws, my arms stretched above my head. Dropping to his knees he pulled my boots from my feet, pressing a small kiss to each ankle before he slid my leggings down, leaving me in only a small pair of lace panties.
His hand ran up my leg before circling my thigh in a tight grip, his thumbs indenting into my skin as he pulled me down to him. His leg spread my own, and I wrapped them around his waist as our mouths met in a slow, possessive tangle. His heavy weight caused delicious tingles to spread throughout my body. My core throbbed, dripped and begged for his attention.
I moaned low as his lips trained down my neck, stopping to lap at the beads of sweat on my collar bone, before placing open mouthed kisses along the swell of my breasts. My back arched up when he wrapped his warm wet lips around my aching nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before gently biting down.
His hard cock pressed into me through his jeans, I wanted the material gone, I needed his heated flesh against my own.
And just as I wished for it, the slide of his skin against my own had us both pulling back slightly and looking down.
Had I done that?
“Ye’ magic is going to come in handy.” He smirked as he left open-mouthed kisses down my stomach, causing goosebumps to appear in his wake. I was so wet, so needy for this man I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t even think about the fact my magic appeared at random times. The feel of his warmth against my cold skin was clouding all other thoughts.
The wet slide of his tongue along the top of my panties pulled a needy moan from me. Lifting his red eyes to my own, he gripped the material and ripped them from my body. My hips jerked as the cool cave air met my dripping pussy.
His deep rumbling breath exhaled on my exposed skin as he growled “Ye’ smell fuckingdelectable,” before he dived on me like a starved man. His tongue licked up my dripping juices before circling my pulsing bud. He ate me like I was his last meal, like I was a cold ice-cream on a hot summer’s day.
His hands gripped my inner thighs in an unbreakable hold as he devoured me. The elation of finally having his hands, his mouth on me fully, was bringing me closer to the edge in a matter of minutes. I needed more.
My entrance clenched, begging to be filled, so I gripped his hand in my hands and pulled his head from me. His dragon looked at me through his red eyes and growled like I took his food away.
“I want to touch you,” I panted.
I was going to combust just from the look on his face alone.
