27. Twenty-seven

twenty-seven

You know the phrase, be careful what you ask for? In this case it was bullshit. I got exactly what I asked for, and every second was glorious.

As soon as the words left my mouth it was like a tether snapped on Drym's control. He shoved inside me with one rough jerk on my shoulders. As he withdrew, I felt the spikes along his shaft scrape against me in the most delicious way.

My eyes rolled back in my head and my orgasm hit with an intensity that had my entire body shaking. My limbs went limp, but almost immediately I was spinning up again as he pounded into me with powerful strokes.

Every time he bottomed out, his knot hit my clit and sent a fresh wave of ecstasy through my veins. I moaned as a second orgasm hit with even greater force. My blood rushed through my ears and every nerve in my body was on fire and it was too much and not enough all at once.

His forearms wrapped beneath me, cushioning me from the hard ground. One hand wrapped around my shoulder and the other gripping the globe of my ass. I felt the tiny pinpricks of his claws as they bit into my flesh and the pain spiked another round of pleasure.

His rhythm became jerky and his pauses while buried deep inside of me longer and I knew he was close.

His long, forked tongue swept across my lips, and I opened for him. His tongue swept into my mouth, curling around mine and sliding backwards in the wyrfang's version of a kiss.

I felt his tail curling around my calf and sliding up my leg. I gasped when it wrapped around where we were joined and then again when I felt it press into my small hole. The tip pushed inside and I felt so full my mind shattered. His tongue was down my throat, his tail in my ass, and his cock plundered my pussy. He owned me, body and soul.

My third orgasm left me wrecked. Wrung out and boneless. I couldn't even hold my arms around him as he filled me completely. He howled when he came, the sound one of triumph and joy.

He kept us joined when he rolled onto his back.

I couldn't move. I was aware we were both panting to catch our breath, that his cum leaked from me and coated our bellies, but beyond the bubble of our bodies nothing existed.

I think I fell asleep. The sun was high in the sky when he chased me, and now it was low enough to dim the forest to a magical gloom.

"Sunset approaches."

I made an incoherent noise.

He shifted me like a baby, carrying me against his chest as he made his way to a lake. He carried me straight into the water, his body heat keeping the worst of the chill at bay. He cleaned us with his hands without ever putting me down.

He supported my weight as he dressed me, then carried me to the cave. I only perked up when I realized he intended to take me to his room.

"The meeting is in the main cavern." I sounded sleepy, but I wasn't.

"You need to rest."

"What I need," I said as I grabbed his muzzle to force him to look at me, "is to be at that meeting."

His eyes closed, the twin golden glow winking out. It was several breaths before they reopened and he turned toward the large room. Without thinking, I patted his chest and said, "Good boy."

He snorted. "If you expect my tail to wag and thump against the floor, you'll be disappointed."

I giggled.

We rounded a bend and stepped into the chamber. Eight sets of eyes turned to stare this time. Zeus and Bull quickly returned their gaze to the laptop, but Bacon—who sat cross-legged on the table—whistled.

She looked at the wyrfangs—actually; she looked at their crotches. "I don't know where they're hiding them, but they must know how to use them."

She hopped off the table and came around, holding her palm over her head.

I laughed and pushed against Drym until he set me down. "Is it that obvious?"

"Maybe not to everybody, but the energy rolling off you two is sexy times on steroids."

I high-fived the diminutive witch and we both dissolved into laughter.

"I don't know what y'all are going on about, but there's no bugs in this cave. I was promised cave bugs." Meanosaurus squawked her displeasure at the lack of insects and strutted under the table.

Bacon and I fell into another fit of giggles.

I think I was sex drunk. Was that a thing? Could you get drunk from multiple, earth-shattering, muscle melting orgasms?

It had to be a thing.

Mate bond or not, I was ruined for anyone but Drym.

We'd hash out the details later, but there was no way I was leaving him. Being together would be hard, but not as hard as tracking two sets of bad guys and fighting against a possibly corrupt system.

When Bacon and I sobered I turned to the wyrfangs spread around the table. "What have you told them so far?"

Kragen answered. "Nothing. They've just arrived."

I nodded and waited for someone to speak. Anyone. For several long minutes we all just stared at each other. I wasn't sure what was happening, but it was awkward as hell. All the ‘fangs were bowed up and tense, almost posturing.

Bacon broke the tension. "If y'all need to whip ‘em out and measure, get on with it. Otherwise, there are things we should talk about instead of staring at each other wondering whose dick is bigger."

I laughed and caught Kragen and Zeus both smiling.

"It is difficult for us to accept others in our space. I apologize," Kragen addressed Bacon.

She just waved. "Noted. Get on with it."

"Kendal said you had new information to share that couldn't wait." Zeus tilted his head toward Bull and his laptop. "We've found a few things as well."

Kragen nodded. "It's possible the director of BioSynth is one of Kendal's hunters. After going through the binders Bacon provided, we've caught mentions of a Mr. Blue associated with your council. Mr. Blue is one of the primaries in the group who abducted and hunted Kendal. It seems too coincidental for there to be two Mr. Blues operating in the area."

Zeus was shaking his head. "If that's true, then at least one council member surely knows what he was up to. I don't want to believe any of them would condone such a thing, but Society isn't above cruelty any more than normals."

Bacon was rummaging through her large pack, her hand shoved inside to the shoulder. She eventually emerged with a small notebook, which she flipped through until landing on a page near the middle.

She looked up when she realized everyone had gone silent. "Right. So I might track the council members for various reasons, none of which I can talk about outside Jackal Division, so don't ask. A man, commonly referred to as Mr. Blue because he always has something blue in his outfit, has been linked with the fae council member."

"Why would the fae be interested in creating a were/dragon hybrid?"

Drym moved to my other side as he spoke, unconsciously closing ranks with his brothers.

Bacon, Zeus, and Bull all shared a look before Bacon answered. "Because the fae have always felt like they should be in charge."