Page 40 of Beauty At Stake
“Granted.” Raza opened his arms.
I went into his embrace, and he held me with his wings wrapped around us for several long moments. At last, I turned my face up to his and kissed him again.
Our passion came even quicker this time, urged to life by our need to weed out the ugliness that had sprouted between us. I climbed onto Raza's lap and ground myself against the bony protrusion above his cock—Dragon-Djinn men were made for a woman's pleasure.
Raza's glorious shaft pushed against my bottom until I eased back and let it spring up, its thick, ebony length crowned by a crimson tip. It was already glossy with desire, and I couldn't help sliding off his lap to lie on my belly, poised over it. Raza brought his legs out straight, to either side of me, which lowered his cock to the perfect height.
Licking my lips, I bent over it.
A deep moan came from my husband as I took him into my mouth. His hardness filled me while that eager tip pushed deeper, urging me to take more. I did, easing up and down his length with a hand gripping his base to hold him steady. The scent of roasted marshmallows rose from his skin—Raza's amazing and enticing aroma. Sweet and smoky. Delicious. And yes, scents add to a flavor, so I mean that literally. My man was tasty.
The delight of delighting Raza made me linger a little too long over his cock. He finally had to stop me by easing me up and onto his lap. His wings were gone, banished sometime during my feasting, so I clung to his shoulders without impediment. Ithelped me position myself over his dripping, hard shaft. Raza's slickness met mine when I sank onto him, and we both groaned.
“Raza,” I whispered as I took him deeper.
“Seren. More.” His hands closed around my hips, those deadly claws denting my skin. “Give me more.”
“It's all yours.” I went to my knees and rode him, every drop taking Raza deep.
“Great Gods.” Raza's head fell back, his lips parting to reveal his fangs. “Mo shíorghrá, don't stop.”
The rapture built, compounding on itself until it hit a crescendo. At least for me. I screamed as ecstasy took me, grabbing me by the lady bits and tossing me into a pit of pleasure. My back arched, my thighs clenched, and I drenched my husband with my climax.
Even as I continued to shudder and moan, Raza moved. He supported my back with one arm and took me down to the bed. With me beneath him, Raza rose onto his knees, his feral hands going to the back of my knees. Then he went wild.
With Raza's primal pumping, I never reached the bottom of my pleasure. He brought me back up with him, that bone above his cock insisting that I reach that apex again. I grabbed his thick shoulders, held on for dear life, and screamed, words impossible.
Raza stared down at me, his eyes reaching a blinding brightness, and pounded faster into me. The slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in my ears. Finally, the Unseelie King lifted his head and roared, the sound drowning out all others.
I stroked Raza's chest and face as he came, my sex pulsing around his. The intimacy sent my heart into its own epic beat. Then he fell over me, positioning my legs on the bed, and I wrapped my arms around him, gladly accepting his weight.
Into his ear, I whispered, “I think everyone knows we're home now.”
Chapter Sixteen
Raza and I got dressed, casting grins at each other. Then we went to open the treasure room—its entrance hidden near the fireplace. But a little dragon girl stopped us.
“Mommy!” Shahzadi, our daughter, pounded on the bedroom door.
I turned away and went to the door as Raza opened the passage. Shahzy launched herself at me—a wild thing of streaming crimson hair, made all the brighter by her pure-black skin. Her wings drew in as I crouched to catch her, and I got a glimpse of her bright green eyes before she was in my arms. Those eyes had golden star points over the irises even though she was technically a full-blooded Dragon-Djinn.
“Shahzy!” I squeezed her. “How's my dragon-girl?”
“I'm good.” Shahzadi kissed my cheek and stepped back.
I pulled a leaf out of her hair and stood up. Casting it aside, I said, “Been flying today?”
“Uh-huh.” She glanced at her daddy to add, “But I stayed within sight of the castle and my guards went with me.”
“Good girl.” Raza joined us, his large hand going out to stroke her hair. “Maybe braid your hair next time, dragonling. Then you won't have to go through the pain of untangling it.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She took his hand, hers looking so tiny in his despite her recent growth spurt.
I tried not to feel insulted by Shahzy taking Raza's hand and not mine. She had given me a warm welcome, obviously excited that I was home. She loved me. I knew that. She just loved her daddy more. Always has. Shahzy was a Daddy's girl through and through. And I loved that for them. I did. It also hurt a little.
I had my Rowan, though. She adored her parents equally. Or, if she didn't, she was too sweet to let on. And now there was Mirielle—another daughter to get close to. Not that I wasn't close to my sons. Falcas and I were definitely close, but Caelum was a miniature version of Daxon—a little harder for me to relate to. Maybe that's a harsh thing to say about my son, but it's the truth, and it didn't lessen my love for him.
Just as Shahzy's dedication to her father didn't lessen my love for her.
