20. Zoldryn

20

ZOLDRYN

I stride over to Lyra, my heart pounding in my chest. She looks up at me with wide eyes, her lips parted in surprise. I can't help but grin as I lean down and claim her lips in a passionate kiss.

She responds eagerly, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pulls me closer. I can feel the heat of her body against mine, and it sends a jolt of desire through me.

As we kiss, her hand slides up my chest until it finds the amulet. She tugs it gently and murmurs, "For safekeeping."

I chuckle, amused by her slyness, but let her pull it over my head. "Oh, is that so," I say, pulling back and looking down at her.

She grins up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I was only letting you borrow it," she says, tucking the pendant between her full breasts.

I look around the throne room, taking in the destruction that has been wrought. The Elder's body lies in a heap on the floor, his obsidian scaled skin charred and blackened. Nindre's lackeys are nothing more than piles of ash, and the rest of the dragon shifters are cowering in fear.

"The Elder is dead, and I am your new leader. Inform the others of my victory, and make sure they know that I will not tolerate any dissent."

The dragon shifters nod their heads in submission, their eyes downcast. "Yes, my lord," they murmur in unison.

I turn back to Lyra and take her hand, pulling her close. "And as for you," I say, my voice filled with amusement. "Do you think that you will get away with your betrayal?"

Her expression twists into a defiant pout. "You betrayed me first, Zoldryn."

I grab her by the ass and lift her into my arms, smacking her cheek swiftly and smirking at the echoing sound of her yelp.

"That's 'my lord' to you, woman," I command as I carry her toward the throne. "You deserve to be punished."

"Then so do you," she shoots back.

I grip Lyra tighter, her defiance stoking the fire within me. "You will learn your place," I growl, my voice a low rumble that vibrates through us both.

With a swift motion, I bend her over the throne, the cold stone a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from her skin. The dress she wears is no match for my strength, and with one sharp tug, I rip it open, baring her to me. The sight of her, the scent of her arousal, it's intoxicating.

"Look at you," I murmur, my fingers tracing the curve of her spine, eliciting a shiver from her. "Already so wet for me."

I don't wait for a response. I can't. My need for her is too great. I slide two fingers into her slick heat, groaning at the tightness that envelops them. She gasps, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into my touch.

"You are mine," I assert, the possessiveness in my voice undeniable. I tear the clothing from my body, freeing my painfully hard length.

"I want to be free," she retorts, her words laced with a fire that only makes me want her more.

I lean over her, aligning myself with her entrance. "No, you don't," I say, my voice thick with lust. "You want this. You want me."

And then I push into her, hard and deep, claiming her as mine. She cries out, her body arching against me, and I still, giving her a moment to adjust to my size. But she's having none of it. She pushes back against me, demanding more, and I oblige, setting a brutal pace that has the throne beneath us creaking in protest.

Our bodies slap together, the sound echoing off the stone walls, mixing with our ragged breaths and groans of pleasure. I can feel her tightening around me, her climax building, and I know she's close. I reach around, finding her sensitive nub and rubbing it in time with my movements.

"Zoldryn!" she cries out. "Oh, Gods…"

I grab Lyra and lift her up, settling her onto my lap as I sit on the throne. She gasps as I slide into her again, her body yielding to me with ease. She begins to ride me, her breasts shaking with each roll of my hips and the amulet slapping against them. The sight of her, so wild and untamed, sends a surge of desire through me.

"I've wanted to fuck you for too long, Lyra."

"So fuck me," she whines, needy.

I grab her waist, meeting her movements with animalistic power. My hand moves to wrap around her neck, holding her in place as I claim her mouth in a possessive kiss. She leans into it, her body trembling with pleasure.

I can feel her tightening around me, her climax building. I push deeper, harder, my need for her consuming me. She cries out, her body convulsing as she comes apart in my arms. I follow her over the edge, my own release crashing through me like a wave.

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies entwined and our breaths mingling. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, and I know that mine is beating just as fast.

Slowly, I pull away from her, my gaze meeting hers. She looks up at me with a dazed expression, her eyes glazed with pleasure. I can't help but smile at the sight of her, my heart swelling with a feeling I can't quite name.

"You are mine," I murmur, my voice low and possessive. "And I am yours."

She nods, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "Always," she whispers.