Chapter 28

Stars glinted across the midnight canvas of the clear sky. Inhaling deeply, I rubbed my fingertips on the rough slats of the roof. The moon beamed across the slanted platform.

The ladder creaked as someone climbed up.

“I’ll head to bed in a minute,” I called, swiping the back of my hand across my damp cheeks.

“It’s been a few hours already.”

“Were you voted to drag me to bed, Enzo?” I smiled up at the sky. Cotton fell over me, blocking my sight.

“No, but I don’t want you to turn into an icicle.”

“You know that’s impossible, right?”

Enzo grunted.

“And it doesn’t bother me,” I added.

“It bothers me.”

Yanking the blanket off, I rolled my head to the side. He crouched. He was so big that it seemed like he would fall off.

“Let’s go inside. You need to feed.”

“In a minute,” I repeated, putting force behind it.

The muscle in his jaw jumped. His hazel eyes slitted.

“You’re going to be difficult then.” Enzo’s knees dropped to the slat with a dull thump. The vibration shook the roof. Irritation flashed across his expression and warmth flooded my chest, spilling across my veins. Such a lovable fucking dragon. “You know I don’t fuck around, you need to feed, so I’m going to feed you.” He unbuttoned his jeans; the zipper echoed.

I smacked his hand away. His eyebrows furrowed until they almost melded together. I crawled the few feet toward him, but he kept backing up. Lunging at him, I forced him to his back.

“Maya.” His eyes widened, the fringes of his eyelashes fluttering with his quick blinks.

I kneeled between his parted legs with my hands on his chest. Smiling smugly, I inched my fingers down, caressing his clothed chest.

His nostrils flared.

I slowly freed his dick then peeked at him. His expression hadn’t changed; his shoulders remained stiff. But not as stiff as his cock.

Liquid gathered on the mushroom tip. The flesh strained, red and twitching. My body reacted, and I clenched my thighs. This was about Enzo.

I ran my fingertip over the thick vein on the side of his cock. Smoke plumed from his nose.

Leaning down, I didn’t break eye contact.

His eyelids drooped, lips parting. I licked the precum clean, but more kept coming.

“Maya.”

He repeated my name with a soft intonation. A shiver slid down my spine.

I wanted him in my mouth, so I popped him between my lips. Swirling my tongue, I swallowed every bit of the salty, smokey taste he offered. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock to cover what I couldn’t take in my mouth, but due to his thickness, my fingertips didn’t meet. The warm cock twitched under my touch.

His head tilted back, and his neck bulged.

I dipped back down, feeding more of his member in my mouth and then returned to the tip. I repeated the motion while turning my hand on his base.

“Fuck,” he growled. In a swift move, he grabbed my neck, flipped us, and pinned me under him. His shoulders shuddered.

Now that the moon was behind him, his face was shadowed. His hair fell onto his forehead, hanging around his eyebrows. I inhaled his firewood scent, closing my eyes as the elastic of my leggings tugged and tore.

And in the next moment, he slammed his cock inside me.

I sucked in a breath.