34. Adrianna

34

ADRIANNA

" I can change it back if you like," he rasps, the emotions swirling in the room merging from the both of us.

I'm lost in the moment, running my fingers over the pointed tips that sit on either side of my face as tears burn in my eyes and leave my cheeks damp. I can't put into words or even a thought what this means to me.

Opening my eyes will take away from this moment and I want to cling to it forever. My skin tingles from head to toe, but this time, it's for an entirely different reason; no fated mate magic necessary. I feel hot all over, drenched in emotions I can't even fathom as the quiet dragon sits patiently for me once again.

I should look at him and show my gratitude, but I don't know where to begin.

I sense the warmth from him as he lingers close to me, but I can also feel the uncertainty rising in him, and I can't put him through that. Especially when it's completely unnecessary.

"Thank you," I whisper, prying my eyes open, and his shoulders sag in relief.

"Are you sure?"

I nod, a watery smile spreading across my face before I launch myself into his arms. He catches me, and it's a miracle we don't go tumbling to the floor as he wraps me up in his grasp and turns us so I'm in his lap, thighs on either side of his as I hide my face in his neck.

A thought suddenly sinks in my gut. "Will people know about you? If they see my ears? I don't want to put you in any danger. I?—"

"Princess, even if it did, I would still do it a thousand times over to see that look on your face. Besides, we can say it's from the fated mates spell or something," he offers, melting me even more as I tighten my hold around his neck.

He holds me, rocking gently from side to side as my emotions slowly settle. Finally, I lean back to look him in the eye, but before I can speak, he lifts his palm to my cheek, a stunning smile spreading across his face.

"You were beautiful before, Addi, but now? Wow, just wow," he breathes, making me shake my head in disbelief.

There are no words in my brain that can give him anything even remotely as special as this, so I do the only thing I can think of and fuse my lips to his. It's gentle, whimsical, and full of love as I brush my lips over his again and again.

He remains still, letting me take the lead as his fingers dance over my waist. My hands move from around his neck to cup his cheeks as I deepen our connection. His groan vibrates against my lips, a sound that only serves to fuel my own fire, and I instinctively grind down on him to feel his cock hard beneath me.

Fuck.

I lean back, startled. I don't want to repay something so wonderful with sex. I don't want him to think this is what I'm comparing it to because it's so far from the truth it's not even real.

"Fuck, Addi. Don't stop. I can feel it in here," he explains, tapping his finger against my chest, right where my heart is nestled beneath my ribcage. "Give that to me," he breathes, eliminating the distance between our mouths once again as I do just that.

My lips grow firmer and firmer against his until his tongue slips out, dragging along my mouth, and I gasp. "Holy shit," I rasp, my body on fire for an entirely different reason as I curl my fingers in his hair, tugging desperately as our kiss deepens.

His hands shift down to my hips, dragging me along his cock, which sets me alight, even with the layers of clothing between us.

I don't know how to say the affectionate words he seems to know resonate inside me, so I show him the only way I can; with how my body craves his. Tugging at his t-shirt, it tears beneath my grasp before he can aid me and the material is quickly discarded.

A second barely passes before my t-shirt finds the same fate, but he's quicker than me, bucking up in the air to turn us both and splay me out on the sheets beneath him as he tugs at my pants. When I'm left in nothing but lace underwear, he looms over me with a satisfied grin on his lips and desire in his eyes.

He reaches for my ankle, ready to bring his lips to my flesh, but I'm not done playing for control yet. Yanking my ankle from his grasp, I wrap my legs around his waist and use my wolf speed to spin us again. We tumble to the floor in the madness, the thud echoing around us as I settle on top of him.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," he murmurs, squeezing my waist in the most delicious way possible before I'm tossed in the air.

My back hits the wall with enough force to make me gasp. Kryll towers over me, his body pressed to mine from head to toe, forcing me to tilt my head back so I can see into his eyes.

"You like the fact that I have to strain so much to look up at you like this," I state, running my hand over the seam of his pants where his thick cock is enclosed, and he groans, nodding with delight. "What if I like it when you look up at me?" I challenge, taking a deep breath before I push off the wall, spiraling us both back toward the bed.

He hits the mattress with a grin, confirming that he's not putting up much of a fight here, but the grin quickly drops when I continue up the length of him, bypassing his lap as I settle my thighs on either side of his face instead.

"Just. Like. That," I rasp, desire tingling over my limbs as he brings his hands down on my bare thighs, squeezing for good measure.

Before I can even bask in my fake triumph, his hands shift to my ass, bringing me closer to his mouth and raking his teeth over my core.

"Oh, fuck," I groan, my head falling back as I rock against his face.

My bones are already tingling, the desire coating my veins is impossible to deny as the whisper of an orgasm already skates across my skin. But when the moment ecstasy coils in my core, he stops.

I gape down at him as he pushes me back an inch, but before I can utter a single word to him, we're moving again. I feel his fingers dig into my thighs as we spin, my back colliding with the wall once again, only this time, his face is between my thighs.

He snags at my panties, the lace fluttering to the ground on a forgotten whisper as he feasts on my pussy. My palms press flush against the wall, desperately seeking something to hold on to, but I come up empty, leaving his hair as my only option.

I hold on for dear life as he rakes his teeth over my clit, swirling his tongue in my core and lapping at my folds like a starved man. The tingles grow tighter, my thighs clenching uncontrollably around his face as he hums against my flesh.

I slump back against the wall, no longer able to put up a fight as euphoria climbs through my body. Once again, I'm just a vessel, but it's with pleasure this time. I fall apart, tearing at the seams as his tongue delves into me repeatedly.

Even when I'm spent, he doesn't relent, coaxing my body to life despite the exhaustion that threatens to overtake my limbs. I'm on the verge of begging him to stop when he nips at my clit, his teeth on the brink of pain, and it ignites my need once again.

Determined to regain some control, I twist my fingers tighter in his hair, his name all but a breath on my lips, but it's enough for him to pause long enough to look up at me.

I don't think, I just act, tipping my body forward before I launch toward the floor. Even with my wolf speed, I manage to gather myself enough to soften his fall to the floor before I catch my footing. I'm a mess of limbs, spinning so my pussy is still in his face while I can stare down at the length of his cock.

"That was some fucking move, Princess," he grunts, splayed out on the floor beneath me. I preen at his compliment, but I don't waste any time as I seek out what I want. Ripping at the button of his pants, they spring open, revealing his thick length draped in his black boxers. The color is fitting for this room, but I still claw at them until his cock glistens under my watchful gaze.

Precum shimmers at his tip and I lean forward, running my tongue over the salty essence that leaves me eager for more. As my tongue swoops over his cock for a second pass, he presses two fingers at my center, teasing me with the remnants of my first release.

Desperate for the upper hand, I take a deep breath and swallow as much of his cock as possible. It's embarrassing how little I actually take, but it's not my fault the quiet dragon was built with the most enormous cock in all of existence.

Breathing through my nose, I try again and again until he's so far down my throat it's physically impossible to move another inch. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he fucks me with his fingers, taking everything I have to offer as I suck at his cock like I'm preparing for the afterlife.

I feel his pulse quicken against my tongue and excitement coils through my veins, but before I can bask in the release I'm desperate for him to give me, he lifts me in the air. I'm helpless in his hold, letting him move me like a puppet set for his entertainment.

He settles me on top of him still, enjoying his view from the floor, but now I'm facing him.

"Ride me, Princess."

Fuck.

My core clenches as I press my feet into the floor, lifting my ass enough for him to line his cock with my entrance.

"I want to see your tits bounce with every move."

Fuck.

He offers me his hands, lacing our fingers together as I use his strength as leverage before I impale myself on his cock.

"Oh my…" My words fall off the cliff I'm dangling over, the room spinning as he fills me completely. He gives me a beat, a whole ass second to succumb to the size of him, before he snickers.

"I don't see any bouncing, Addi. Do you need me to assist?" he breathes, his words raking over me like a sultry caress as I shake my head.

Finding a response to him is impossible, I do the only thing I can as words betray me yet again.

I ride him.

It's different. Immediately, I know it's more.

Our eyes are locked and our fingers are intertwined as our skin slaps repeatedly.

I can't breathe, I can barely see, and all I can feel is him. Not just at my core, but everywhere.

"Fuck, Princess. That's it. You're so fucking beautiful," he breathes, his words leaving me lightheaded as I somehow up my pace.

It's close to torture, dragging my pussy off his cock, but the excitement of him slamming back inside me makes it all worthwhile.

My orgasm is close. I can feel it. My moves turn ragged, my breaths coming in short pants as he grabs my hips and thrusts up into me.

Slam after slam after slam.

It's not long before I feel his fingers bite into my hips and his cock twitch in my core, detonating me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as stars burst in my field of vision like swirling galaxies being born before my very eyes.

I feel so much, not just with my body but also with my mind, and instead of burying it down, I embrace it. Feeling everything is bliss, like I'm floating in the afterglow.

The first sign I notice we've moved is the soft touch of sheets beneath me as I blink up at the man who changed everything for me. A soft smile floats across my lips as I touch the sides of my face again, confirming the reality that is now mine.

He looks down at me in what I hope is a mirror of how I'm looking at him because it's beautiful.

It's love.

Even if I don't know how to say it.

It's there.

He strokes a hand over my cheek and I lean into the touch as the door bursts open, breaking the moment.

"Holy fuck, you two," Brody says, panting for breath with blazing eyes. "You just made me cum," he adds, pointing down at his pants, where you can just about make out the outline of a wet patch.

Holy. Fuck.

Kryll laughs first, his head dropping between his shoulders as he shakes his head in disbelief. "Fuck off, Brody," he grunts, peering up through his lashes at me as I chuckle.

"I think you've done enough fucking for the both of us." I laugh louder, basking in the madness that is my life, when his chuckle comes to a halt. I peer at him, confused at the sudden shift. When my eyes latch on to his, a smile transforms his face and I can feel a blush creeping over my cheeks immediately at the understanding of what has his attention. Then he speaks and my heart soars. "Your ears are beautiful, Dagger."