Page 53 of Blood Oath
I am so fucked.
I jerk again, swearing harshly as Maven’s little hand finally—godsdamned finally—curls around my hardness, swiping through the precum that's been leaking out since we started this heavenly torture. Her fingers can't reach all the way around, but I clench my teeth at the agonizingly perfect pleasure as she pumps it once, so slowly it hurts. Then twice.
“Such a good dragon, keeping your hands where I told you,” she muses.
"Maven. Gods, Maven,” I chant, arms straining behind my head.
Her arousal is permeating the air, driving me absolutely feral. Fantasies I've never had before pop into my head, all centered around this intoxicating dynamic. Me on my knees for Maven, head buried between her thighs so I can get high off her scent. Tasting her when she lets me. Her praise when I beg the way she likes. Her disciplining me when she sees fit before letting me worship every inch of her body.
I want to hear that I please her. I burn with the need to touch her.
But no. I promised I wouldn't, and I have to make this last longer.
Her third stroke is rough enough that she presses hard against my aching balls. I gasp again, all my muscles straining against the intense need to come settled low in my spine.
Maven’s beautiful, excited eyes capture mine, and I swear nothing in the world will ever be the same for me again. Now that my mate has looked at me this way, I’ll never be the same.
"Now be a good little pet and come for me,” she whispers, stroking me hard.
Pet? Oh, holy fuck.
Her words destroy any chance I have of making this last, and my vision whites out as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had has me shouting with release. Needing an anchor to hold onto as the pleasure wipes me out, my arms whip out and seal around her, gripping my mate tightly to me as the ecstasy takes me, along with a psychological high unlike anything I've ever experienced.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
When I finally start to come down, I'm dizzy, but that doesn't keep my still-hard erection from twitching again, eager for more of my mate. Moaning, I bury my face in Maven’s cool hair, letting her scent envelop me. This is bliss.
"Gods, Maven. That...I can't even...that was?—”
One moment, I'm so delirious with pleasure that I can't speak right, but the next, I freeze when I realize Maven is tensed, dead silent, and trembling.
Because I broke my promise.
I'm hugging her to me.
Immediately, I let her go and sit up. “Oh, gods. Gods. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to?—”
Without letting me see her face, she shoves away from me, rolls off the bed, and bolts from the room, slamming the door shut behind her before I can even get to my feet. All that euphoria I was feeling quickly transforms into bile crawling up my throat.
Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
It was instinctive. I didn’t mean to touch her without permission—but I did, and now I feel like my chest is caving in. My mate just unearthed the biggest fucking praise kink and gave me the best orgasm of my life, and in return, I crossed her lines. I screwed up.
I have to make this right.
16
MAVEN
This is what I get for punching and subsequently fooling around with a dragon shifter.
I slam my dorm door behind me and rapidly back away from it, my chest still rising and falling from running all the way here. Very few people saw me bolt through the halls in my limited state of dress. Seeing that someone already replaced my door was a massive relief because I’m not in a good state to deal with no privacy right now. I’m so shaken that I trip backward over the edge of my bed, landing on my back and clenching my teeth at the ceiling.
Stupid Maven. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I can still hear the echo of Baelfire's gasps. The soft moans and harsh swears. His glorious muscles bunching, all of him reacting to my slightest touch. The way he looked at me, a mixture of hot, pure need and begging.
And when he lost control after I called him my pet...
