Page 18 of Wild for the Wyvern
The wyvern roars and he pulls free of me. Gripping my waist he turns me onto my back and pushes my legs apart before filling me again.
Bending my knees, I tip my pelvis to take more of his enormous shaft and scream as the beginning of another orgasm vibrates inside me. Each thrust rubs against my already super-sensitive clit. “Oh. Yes. I’m so close.”
Harder and faster, he fills me. His mouth captures mine and he makes love to my lips and tongue in time with how his cock fills my pussy.
My body erupts with pleasure, and I break the kiss, my screams filling the room.
Something shifts inside me as Drayce howls and fills me with warm seed. His shaft grows, tightening the connection, and it’s as if there are barbs latching into the soft tissue of my sheath. I come again immediately.
Lowering his head to the crook of my neck, I catch a glimpse of long pointed teeth before he sinks them into my flesh.
I come again and again. Screaming and calling his name, one orgasm rolls into the next and I can’t catch my breath before more rapture takes me. “Oh, god.”
Laving the spot where he bit me, Drayce growls against my throat and rolls us to our sides. “I’m sorry. I should have been gentler.”
Still locked together, I ease one leg over his and clutch his neck. A wave of pleasure assaults me. “No. It’s perfect, my wyvern. So good.”
He kisses my cheek and combs my hair from my face. “You’re perfect. Nothing can ever compare to this, here, with you.” He jerks forward and comes again.
As his cum fills me, another orgasm rocks me. I hold onto him tighter and moan against his neck. “How long does this last?I mean, I’m not complaining. It’s only, how much pleasure can one woman take?”
Adjusting to bring me closer causes him to come again and I go with him, rolling immediately into another. He roars. “I don’t know.” He sounds pained. “I’ll try not to move. Maybe if we’re still we can ease apart. I’m sorry, my love.”
He’s worried about me being uncomfortable. He thinks I’m unhappy. Pushing on his chest, I roll him to his back and straddle him. Pleasure swamps me. “Don’t you dare apologize or think I’m not loving this.” The knot is too tight to rise, but I can move my hips forward and back.
His seed fills me, and he growls and swells inside me.
“This is meant to be enjoyed, my monster.” Another wave and I scream before collapsing on his chest with his arms wrapped around me.
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Drayce
Thirty minutes later, the knot releases and neither one of us can move as exhaustion takes over. Sleeping with Kori in my arms is the second most wonderful feeling in my life. I never dreamed I would find a mate, and then when I did, I was sure she would choose her life in the city over the bucolic Catskills.
My brain has not caught up with my heart as I think about how she chose to come back on her own. After she left, I thought of running after her. A dozen times, I dreamed of searching New York City or showing up at her work. Each time, I decided to remain in my woods and let her live a normal life without me.
“Are you hungry?” I kiss her soft hair.
“No. I’m happy.” She sighs and snuggles against me.
A wave of warmth flows over and through me. “I’m not sure one thing has anything to do with the other.” I draw her into my arms and carry her into the living room. “I’ll fix us a snack.”
Heading for the kitchen, she follows and opens my tall cabinet pantry doors. She scans, then closes it. She skirts past me and looks in the refrigerator and then the freezer. “Do you have white wine?”
“I do.” I study her. “What are we making?”
Her smile makes my heart beat faster. Taking a package of chicken thighs from the fridge, she puts them on the counter before grabbing an onion, garlic, and canned white beans from the pantry. Gathering some other ingredients, she adds herbs and frozen spinach with the rest. “Tuscan chicken and white beans.”
“Sounds wonderful. What can I do?” I admire how she lines all the ingredients up and searches through my cupboards for her other needs. She finds a Dutch oven and knives.
Shaking her head at my knives, she continues familiarizing herself with my kitchen. “You can bring me a bottle of white wine and then chop up some garlic if you want.”
Doing as I’m told, I mostly admire seeing her in her element as she cooks for us. Once the chicken is browned, she turns on my oven, then starts cooking onions and garlic.
Every once in a while, she smiles at me. “You’re staring.”
“I love watching you cook. I had no idea how beautiful you’d be doing what you love.” I’m completely smitten, and it’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before. Kori is everything.
