My mouth falls open. It’s a high stakes betting game and Cyrus’s favorite. He rarely allows for it to be played at his pub these days because it ends up in fights.
“You didn’t.”
He snorts. “I did.”
“You introduced an entire city of your kin to an entirely new vice.”
“I mean, is it that surprising?”
I laugh and he holds me close, nibbling my ear.
“Let’s go back to our room,” he whispers.
A thrill sweeps through me at the thought of having my mate, my husband, all to myself again. He’s so deliciously naughty and sweet and kind. I will never get enough of him, so I don’t argue against this idea of his.
When the boat docks, we bid everyone goodbye for now, making plans to meet for dinner later.
At the inn,a large structure with more rooms than our little Acorn Inn back home could ever dream of, Cyrus carries me over our threshold and sets me on the bed.
“You know that’s only a tradition for the wedding night, right?” I ask. “We have been married for almost a month.”
“You’ll be carried and you’ll like it, human,” he says, grinning and pinning me on the bed.
I laugh and struggle in vain. I don’t really want to escape, of course. This is just our game.
The room is already lit by numerous pillar candles set into pewter holders shaped like the mountains that surround thecity. The bed is a four poster with velvet hangings and rich coverings. It’s sumptuous. Not what I would choose for every day, but perfect for a fine honeymoon. The employees at the inn have followed all of Cyrus’s detailed instructions. The fire is stoked, and multiple trays of bread, cheese, nuts, and dried fruits sit around the room amid pitchers of wine and fresh water.
“So what will you do with me this afternoon, my menace?” I ask, kissing his knuckles and then the gold ring I put on his finger the day we wed.
A low growl rumbles from his chest and throat, and he flips me onto my stomach. He begins tearing off my clothing, piece by piece, and dropping rough nips and kisses over my calves, toes, the backs of my thighs, and my arse. Once I’m liberated from all thought of body-covering fabric, he takes his time with more kissing, touching, and fondling. His hand snakes around my waist and dives low. His talon gently nudges its way through my folds to caress the area right around my bud. I set my teeth into his upper arm and he growls against the nape of my neck.
“Mine. My mate,” he snarls quietly.
I am already incredibly wet from his delightful treatment. He knows exactly what I like somehow. Is it because we were friends for so long and my likes and dislikes outside the bedroom helped him understand my desires with him like this?
His teeth bite down on my arse cheek and he hums with appreciation.
“So lovely. So round.”
He crawls up to lie on me, his cock like a brand between us. He rocks forward once and grunts.
“Oh, Kaya. You are almost too much for me.”
I whimper and tilt my hips for more contact and he slides a hand under my hip to help me along. His cock slides between my legs and notches at my entrance, hot and hard and exactly what I want. He moves a fraction of an inch and I moan into thebedcovers, knowing he will tease me forever before giving me everything. With painfully slow movements, he does just that, edging forward and back, never entering, only teasing. Then he rises up suddenly and rolls me to my back. He is on his knees, lifted up and looming over me.
I take a moment to appreciate the sheer beauty of my mate. His scales glitter in the candlelight and his tail moves gracefully behind him, the spines sharp and dangerous-looking. His taloned fingers are loose at his sides and his wings are spread half-way. Absolutely the most handsome male in the world, no doubt about it.
“On your knees, mate,” he commands.
I do as he asks and wait for my next order. I love not having to think. I can just be and feel and do. It’s incredibly freeing.
“I want your pretty mouth on me. Now.”
He grabs a handful of my hair and guides me to his cock. Even though we play at him being rough, and indeed he often is, he is still gentle when it counts and I always feel completely safe. I part my lips and take his length into my mouth as best I can.
Keeping a firm grip on my hair, he moves my head closer. “Relax for me, sweetness.” He smoothes his thumb over my chin and along my jaw. “Relax.”
I exhale around him and let my jaw go slack. He pushes into my mouth a bit more and he groans loudly. His body shudders and his talons pinch at my scalp. I’m about to come just from how virile and sexy he is. I love it when he takes firm charge of everything.
