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He just scowled at me.
“Are you serious right now? You cannot possibly be jealous of a wild dragon!”
“You’re mine!” With that declaration, he snatched me up into his arms, spread his wings wide, right there in the freaking Blackthorn Academy cafeteria, and flew out the door.
The Academy building happens to be a castle, so it has pretty wide hallways, but still, they weren’t built with dragon wingspans in mind, even if the dragonswerein human form.
Elliot made it work, though. He flewus out of the cafeteria to the foyer and up the center of the staircase, all the way up to the fourth floor, where he landed in front of my door, muscled it open and carried me across the threshold.
He slammed the door behind us and tossed me onto the bed.
Before I could even move, he settled on top of me, kissing me voraciously.
I kissed him back and the heat we always generated together swirled through us both.
We rolled across the bed, ripping and tearing at each other’s clothes, desperate to get to each other’s skin.
Finally, we were naked, but instead of impaling me immediately, Elliot sat back on his haunches, hooked my legs over his arms and lifted my hipsoff the bed.
Glaring at me from between my legs, he growled, “Mine,” then lowered his head andfeasted.
He stabbed his wondrous, long tongue inside my channel, scraped it along my inner walls and lashed some internal spot that caused tremors to begin deep inside.
His tongue was like a weapon in and of itself, so powerful and able to move at ridiculous speeds, rubbing and lashing and stroking my passion higher.
He lashed that one spot again, then kept doing it, alternating strokes with lashes at an increasing pace, without any discernible pattern, and dear goddess, I was beginning to break apart.
Two more forceful stabs sent me over the edge as my orgasm slammed into me with the force of a freight train.
My back bowed, I let out a shriek to wake the dead and writhed against his stabbing tongue.
As my tremors died, he slowly extracted his tongue, a look of pure bliss on his face as he savored my taste. He straightened his back, lowered my hips to just the right angle, notched his cock right where I needed it most and rammed forward.
My swollen tissues resisted at first before yielding to his unrelenting penetration.
The ridges of his cock rubbed in all the right places as he sank deep.
We were both gasping for breath when he finally bottomed out.
Wild eyes met mine as he braced himself over me. He leaned over and kissed me ravenously,growling, “Mine,” against my lips, in case I’d missed that declaration the first two times, then pulled back before surging forward again.
That first time was a wild and fast ride, as he plowed through all my defenses and made me scream through orgasm after orgasm.
“Mine,” he roared.
“Yes,” I cried out. “Yes, Elliot. Yours!”
I never did make it to Inner Beast Management that day, nor did we even attempt to pretend we were holding a real tutoring session.
Instead, Elliot pretended to “tutor” me on various sexual positions.
It was an intense afternoon, but also full of laughter and joy.
Most of my days the rest of the semester were like that. Joyful and fullof hope and really great sex.
There were also downsides, of course.
Leslie never did show up, which left me feeling terribly guilty, for I’d failed to notice that she was in crisis the past two years.
