Chapter 20

TWENTY

Samantha

I shiver against the cold and feel a blanket being pulled around me. My thoughts are fuzzy, but my eyes open as I feel hands pulling me closer. Hadn’t I gone to bed alone?

Turning on the bed, I see Zane behind me. His pale blue eyes are open, and he smiles when our gazes meet. For a second, I can’t breathe. Wasn’t I just having a very naughty dream about this very thing? This can’t be real.

“Am I still dreaming?” I ask, my voice husky from sleep.

“If you are, so am I,” he whispers, and then leans down and kisses me.

His cold lips on my mouth are a delicious shock. I press myself harder against him, slanting my lips to get closer. When my lips open, his tongue darts inside, stroking my much warmer one in a way that sends heat straight to my core.

I shift my body so I can press against him more easily, and his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me even tighter against him. Suddenly, his erection is there, hard and perfect, pressing against my core, a rod of steel wrapped in velvet.

Unable to help myself, I reach between us and slip into his boxers, then wrap my hand around him. Slowly, I start pumping, and he groans, his body tightening. After just a moment, he shudders and, to my surprise, comes.

The scent of him fills the air, and my body grows hotter, knowing that I got him that excited. His body shakes and shivers, and he breaks from my lips, breathing hard.

“Sorry, it has been a long time.”

I smile. “Don’t be sorry, that was hot.”

“Hot? It’s usually cold.”

I laugh. “I meant sexy. How long will it take you to be ready again?”

“I can be ready now,” he promises, kissing down my throat.

Sighing, my head rolls back, and he sucks his way down my throat with those cold, cold lips of his. I keep pumping him, feeling as he, sure enough, hardens once more. For some reason, it’s a massive turn on knowing he finds me that attractive.

He breaks our kiss and yanks my tank top off, then proceeds to lavish my breasts with his mouth. His cold lips wrap around one of my nipples and he sucks. The coldness combined with the sensation of him sucking leaves my head spinning, and he leans me back on the bed and takes his time moving from one breast to the other.

I feel amazing. I’m lying back with him lavishing my breasts, when I feel his hand slip into my underwear. A moan tears from my lips as he parts me and starts gliding his fingers in my folds. My body jerks, my head spins. I don’t know what to say or do, but I feel amazing. Fucking alive.

Even his fingers are cold. As one slips inside of me, I catch my breath. In and out he moves, slow and steady, and I can hear the sound of my wet body responding to his administrations.

It really is like he’s touched me a thousand times before and knows just what I like. But he’s slower than my fire dragons. More patient. As he sucks on my breasts and strokes my pussy, he doesn’t seem to have a care in the world. Time passes. My body is ready, more than ready for his cock, but he seems content to suck and touch.

Wiggling beneath him, I whisper, “I need you inside me.”

He stiffens, then slowly withdraws his hand from my pussy. Moving down, he uses his teeth to remove my underwear, then slides out of his. I greedily stare down at his massive, erect penis. Big cocks are definitely a dragon thing. There’s no doubt about it now.

But instead of slipping inside me, he spreads my legs further and brings his mouth to my core. My hands dig into the back of his hair as he licks me slowly and thoroughly. My back arches, and stars dance in front of my vision. Still, he licks me. Not fast enough to get me off, just fast enough to drive me crazy.

“Zane, please…” I moan.

Suddenly, he starts licking me faster and faster. I thrust myself against his delicious mouth, feeling my orgasm coming like a damn train, but just as it’s about to hit… he stops.

“What the fuck?” I murmur, fighting the urge to strangle him.

He chuckles. “Not yet.”

Parting my folds, he simply stares between my legs. Not touching. Not tasting. Just staring.

“Seriously, Zane, I’m going to kill you.”

His tongue darts out, and he licks me again. My back arches, I try to grind myself against him, but he won’t let me. Why? I don’t have a fucking clue.

“Zane!”

“Not yet.” Then, he licks me again.

I feel like I’m going out of my mind. Releasing his head, I rub my hands against my face, trying to calm myself down. It doesn’t work. I’m buzzing like a live wire. I need this release.

He goes back to slowly licking me. I tangle my hands into the sheets, trying to reach my orgasm, and failing. The bastard seems to know exactly what to do to make sure I can’t get off.

Finally, he climbs up my body and stares at me, eyes dark. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” Grabbing my legs, he pushes them up until my knees are on each side of my head. “And you deserve to be pleasured well.”

I wait, holding my breath.

His tip presses into my entrance. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” slips from my lips.

Of course I’m ready. I feel like I was ready the first time I saw him.

I watch him, his long white-blonde and blue hair falling around his face, his pale blue eyes locked onto me. Inch by inch he eases himself inside of me, while I try to remember to breathe. The fit is tight. Almost impossibly tight. But luckily for me, I have some experience taking guys about as long as telephone poles and as thick as the trunk of an old tree.

When he reaches his hilt, we’re both breathing hard, never losing eye contact. He pulls back out, then slams back in, and I cry out. Then, he pulls back out, and slams back in.

My hands are tangled in the sheets again. Every drop of willpower is gone, while my body burns with a desire to get off, and get off hard. I wonder if he’ll let me come. If he’ll ever let me come.

He sure as fuck better.

Then, he starts to take me hard and deep, over and over again. Faster and faster. Building my desire until I’m right at the cliff again.

And he stops.

“You fucking ice dragon better let me come, or I’m going to break your God damn dick!” I shout.

He chuckles, a dark erotic sound. “Trust me.”

For a few minutes, he just stays still inside of me, and then he begins to pound into me once more. I chant his name. I close my eyes and ride the waves of my desire.

And he stops.

“Fucking Zane!!!!!”

This time he isn’t laughing. He looks like he’s fighting his own desire, and an idea occurs to me. He might have an effect on me, but I have an effect on him too.

“That’s okay, don’t give it to me,” I whisper, then tighten my inner muscles around him. His eyes widen, but I just keep going. “I don’t need your big cock to come inside me, I can find Aydan or Evander, and they’ll be glad to give me their cum. They’ll be glad to push their long, thick cocks inside of me and make me–”

He groans and starts pounding into me once more, his movements as wild as his eyes. I tell myself this is it. This is the time. Because if he pulls back again… and then, he does.

I go wild, shoving him off of me and onto his back onto the bed. Climbing on top of him, I don’t hesitate. I put that hard cock back inside me and I ride him like the sex toy his dick is to me right now.

He tries to slow me down, but I pin his arms over his head and bite his neck, knowing damn well that he’s strong enough to push me off. And also knowing damn well he won’t, because this is some kind of game to him.

I bite and suck my way down his entire neck while I take him harder and faster. When my orgasm hits, it’s with a blinding intensity that’s shocking. The build up was just too much. It’s like my body doesn’t know what to do.

I’m soaking wet, riding him as the waves sweep me under over and over again. He comes, and the strength of his cold, crisp scent washing over me makes me orgasm all over again, when I’m damn sure I wasn’t even finished the first time.

He groans, and I ride him harder and harder as I get myself off on his perfect dick, before I feel him coming again. Before I even understand what’s happening, I feel him swelling inside of me, and I know. His damn knot. He’s knotting inside of me.

I look down at him, and he grins at me. “We are far from done.”

I shiver and decide to fuck that grin right off his face, which I do, very quickly. Hours pass, and we just keep fucking. His cum inside of me feels amazing. His scent is everywhere around me.

When his knot finally softens, I collapse on top of him, feeling exhausted.

“That was nice,” he tells me, kissing the top of my head. “It will be better when Aydan and Evander can watch.”

I groan. Evander and Aydan!

“They are not going to be happy about this.”

I can feel his smile against the top of my hair. “Let me handle the fire dragons.”