Page 51 of Tears of Gold

Erritt’s fingers caress my hip in a silent reminder to be tender, and I love him for it. He knows the most about the feral side of dragons. Ava clings around my neck, holding herself off the bed to kiss me, just as desperate for connection as I am.

I slide my fingers against her pussy, brushing across her clit until she moans softly. Her legs flex open, and I sink two fingers deep inside, moaning at the steaming heat and dampness that greets me. A gasp shudders through her whole body, clenching her insides tighter against my touch.

Her hands scramble, one sweeping over Erritt’s scarred chest and dropping to his belly. He grips her hair, watching the twists of pleasure on her face. Somewhere, our lower legs touch, and I can feel his excitement building.

Their combined cravings make the blood roar in my ears. I drive my hand into her again and again. Her body arches against me, and she whimpers with need. Her hand flexes against the sheets, so I trap it on the bed, enjoying the pulse of her muscles in my grip. She gasps and writhes her pussy against my hand, begging for more even as her first small orgasm breaks.

This gorgeous woman creams so eagerly under my touch; it’s a little humbling.

Ava quivers as she slips her free hand down Erritt’s body and into his pants. That’s my wonderful girl. Not leaving anyone out, and it’s so instinctive and unplanned. Erritt grunts as he slips his trousers down, exposing his rigid cock to her grasp.

Tingles run through me as Ava wraps her dainty fingers around the waving length of his hard on, leaving just the flared head peeking over her fist. My own cock leaks at the picture they paint as she spasms against my fingers writhing inside her.

Dragon Stars! They are the most perfect pair in existence. Even though I have to clamp down on my aggressive instincts, I’ve still never felt such swelling inside with another lover—as if we truly belong. Her rising desire rings through our skin contact with a pressure that feels like a foreign but powerful qi.

Ava’s voice rises, full of delicious moans, and Erritt’s breathing comes faster. Belatedly, I snap up a barrier around the bed, just in case Vanrey’s in the next room.

“Shit, Skye!” Ava pants and calls my name again, the wet, needy sound pouring oil on my lust. I don’t want to hurt her, but it’s so fucking hard to contain myself. Pulling out my hand, I insert three fingers back into the burning vortex. Ava screams and bears down, filling my palm with her sweet incense.

Her straining and writhing sets my dick on fire. She trembles on her way down from ecstasy, and I know this is just the beginning. I can’t wait any longer. I draw out, rewarded with another gasp. Shuffling on the bed, I slip out of my pants. I’m hard as a rock and engorged with need.

I straddle my girl, watching her breasts pulse with her jagged breathing as I fist my cock a few times. I’m so fucking hard for her. “Let me know if I’m hurting you,” I murmur thickly. I’ll know if she’s in pain, but I want her to feel safe and loved.

She nods and spreads her knees in invitation. I groan. Shit, this girl has me wound round her spindle. Her every movement—offering herself to me so willingly—sparks electricity through my core.

The being that is my true dragon-self growls, and a possessiveness I’ve never felt before floods my animal instincts.

Mine.

It’s like I’m looking down from a different dimension, myself and yet not quite the me I know. A yearning fervor swells through me. I part the dark pink lips of her slick pussy and guide my cock inside, rocking slowly to tease her body into accepting my girth.

Ava’s whimpers send shivers through my being. Her flood of satisfaction feeds my own hunger. This girl belongs to us, and I want her to be certain of it. I nudge back and forward slowly while her tight pussy stretches to receive me.

The first few thrusts do hurt her, but she never says anything. I consider stopping, but she notices my hesitation and pushes herself up against me, easing me deeper inside while she grasps my hip. She angles herself on the bed, seeking a better position to keep her steady attack on Erritt’s rigid dick going. There’s never been a more beautiful sight since the world was created.

Fuck me!

A fraction of my control slips and I buck my hips, sinking half way in. She groans and pants like she’s short of breath, then lifts her hips for more. This fucking beautiful goddess is undoing all my control! I moan, a tremor running through my chest.

Erritt looks over at where Ava and I join and gasps. I rest one hand on his knee, checking that he’s okay. The swells of his libido and our combined experiences crowd out the throbbing pain of his internal injuries.

Good.

They look so good together. I lean over Ava. “Do you want more of him?” My growl comes out rougher than I intended.

She nods, eyes widening. “And you,” she pants. I barely hang onto my human form as her burning desire arcs between our skin.

Pulling out, I manhandle her until she’s leaning over Erritt’s crotch. She takes his dick straight into her mouth without hesitation, her curves dipping and stretching in all the right ways as she kneels over him. He moans, digging his fingers into her hip and her round ass bobs in my direction as she sucks him deep.

A feral instinct slips my control.

I swing in behind her, tilting her hips up to drive myself in hard. Her head lurches against Erritt, and they both gasp. The sound loosens the chains I’ve had myself pinned down with. These are my people and I will fucking make sure they know it. Getting my footing on the bed, I slam forward. Ava gasps, clutching at Erritt. Again I drive, feeling the shudders of raw thrill sweeping through her, but she’s not afraid of me—no, she’s excited and so turned on it fills my nose thickly like a banquet of scent. Sweet trust tempers her nervous jitters as I unleash a fragment of my sexual energy.

I revel in the growing power of her libido as she receives me, the force stealing her senses. It takes only a moment before she screams, the insides of her clinging to my cock as she unloads the tension within. The pressure forces me open, and wave after wave of star fire rolls through me as I shoot my pent-up desire into her swollen pussy. Her juices foam, mingling with my own to run down my thighs, as sweet smelling as a cinnamon scroll.

Still, I cannot stop.

I rove her body, desperate to experience all of her, to sate all our hunger after weeks apart. I kiss my way down her back and tickle her hard nipples until she swears from the sweet agony of orgasm. Erritt bucks, emptying himself out as much from the sounds she’s making as her mouth around him—when she can think straight enough to suck. Her skin beneath my fingers sparks electricity in all my nerves.