Authors: Milly Taiden
EIGHTEEN
She gulped down a breath of air and nodded. “I’m not just wet. I’m ready. I want you in me. Fucking me.”
She didn’t care how easy she sounded at the moment. All her thoughts had moved to her pussy and the cock rubbing her entrance.
He lifted and pulled her body up with him. The jets continued beating around them. He sat on one of the edges of the Jacuzzi and glanced down at her face. “Come here, beautiful. Bring me your body.”
His rumbling tone shot shivers down her spine. There was a distinct possibility that if he continued talking, she’d come from listening to him. That could be used as serious advertisement for the planet. “Shifters so hot, they make you come with words.”
The giant tub could fit three people easily. Shiny white, with silver metal jets, it was the ultimate Jacuzzi she’d ever been in. Like everything else in the room, the tub also had artificial intelligence. A small bench seat slowly pulled from one of the sides, big enough for him to sit on.
She straddled him, lowering her body to his slowly. In the past, this would be the point she’d wonder if her bigger body was something her partner found lacking. With her larger belly rolls, hips, and arms, it was always a possibility. With Vikter, there was none of that.
“I can tell something’s on your mind,” he said, guiding her body down to his with his large hands holding her waist. “Whatever it is, forget it. We aren’t stopping, and I’m not letting you go.” He met her gaze with an amount of desire she’d never seen in a man’s eyes. “Tonight, you’re mine. You belong to me.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth, nipping the tiny bud with his teeth.
A low moan escaped her throat. He pressed her down, until his cock was pushing at her entrance again.
“Oh, god, Vikter,” she groaned.
He released her tit. His jaw tightened, and he pulled her onto his dick. The broad head of his cock penetrated her, sliding into her body, stretching her muscles taut.
“Fuck, baby. You are so damn hot and slick,” he grunted.
Once she was fully seated with him deep and thick inside her, she took a choppy breath. “Wow.”
A slow grin curled around his lips. “Not yet, darling. Soon.” He grabbed handfuls of her ass cheeks and urged her to rock on his cock. “Yes,” he groaned when she wiggled in a way that let him inch farther into her. He slid a hand up her back while holding her close to him with the other on her ass. “I love your body, Becca.”
She thought he was being nice. It was a really great thing to hear in the middle of sex, but a quick glance at his face told her he wasn’t just saying that.
Another wiggle and her body tightened unexpectedly. She gasped and sank her nails into the back of his neck, clinging to him.
“You really do, don’t you?” she asked.
He leaned forward, kissing her lips and jaw, sucking his way down to her throat. “Yes. I fucking adore every single inch of you. Your body—your curves—drive me crazy. Every dip. Every sexy part. I want to bite and brand you. I want to stamp my dragon’s mark on you and let the world know you’re mine.” He said, lifting her and slamming her down.
“Oh, god!” Her pussy contracted around his dick. His fingers bit into her hips, dropping her on his cock.
“Fuck, you feel good. So fucking good and soft,” he said. “Every time I slide deep in your pussy I feel surrounded by wet velvet.”
An inferno of need rocked her to the core. She gasped with every glide. Her body warmed, melting from the inside. She’d had enough sex in her life to recognize good sex. This wasn’t anywhere near good. It was holy fuck out of this world.
Tension curled around her spine, stopping her movements and turning her smooth rise and fall into jerky motions. Vikter continued lifting and impaling her with faster speed. She bit her lip, digging her nails harshly into his shoulders, positive she’d drawn blood.
His hands on her hips felt hot. Hotter than before. His cock grew thicker inside her. She was close, so close to her release. She shut her eyes and let her body focus on feeling.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his tongue swiping at her mouth as she took tiny puffs of air. “Go over. Let me feel you come.”
With a final slam, she ground her pussy into his pelvis, and she came. Her orgasm tore through her like a Category 5 hurricane. Pleasure skated over her system, leaving her dazed, confused, and without any energy. Her muscles liquefied, and she forgot how to speak and breathe. Her pussy grasped at his cock.
“Ah, fuck. Yes. You feel so good,” he grunted, gripping her hips and rocking her harder on his dick. “So wet and tight.”
Shudders racked her core. His body tensed. White-hot need exploded in her belly. She needed him to come. Now. To fill her with his cum and soothe the aching fire in her.
As if he’d read her mind, he plunged deeply into her one final time and held still.
“I wish I could have you forever,” he growled. His cock pulsed inside her, shooting streams of warm semen into her channel. She couldn’t help herself, she licked up his neck, tasting him. Perspiration and water turned their bodies slick. He didn’t pull out of her.
They stayed plastered together, neither moving. She couldn’t think straight. Catching their breaths appeared to be a major job at the moment. She laid her head on his shoulder and shut her eyes.
He slid his hands up and down her back, caressing her body, not once bypassing her chubby rolls. A slow grin spread over her lips. In the past, men had rejected Becca because of her weight. She was a big girl with big curves, and that was fine with her—not so much with the male population on Earth.
This wasn’t necessarily the body she’d wanted, but it was what she had, so she took care of it. Unfortunately, weight liked her body, and it was damn hard to get rid of it, even with the active lifestyle she led.
So she’d learned self-acceptance and self-love. It took a long time to realize people didn’t see the real her without focusing on her body. She knew she was a good person, a woman filled with positive thoughts and the firm belief that she’d eventually find her own happily ever after, just like Charlotte.
With Vikter holding her the way he was, she wondered if she finally had.
NINETEEN
“Becca,” Vikter said, his voice breaking through her dreams.
She opened her eyes and met his gaze. “Hmm?”
A slow grin appeared on his face. “I want to show you something.”
She debated tossing a pillow at him or getting out of bed. When she took too long to answer, he picked her up as she was. She was naked and all wrapped up in the blanket they’d been sleeping in.
“What are you doing?” She gasped, struggling to get her arms out of the blanket to throw them around his neck.
“I said I wanted to show you something, and you look like you’ll kill me for thirty more minutes of sleep,” he said. He lifted her into his arms and proceeded to carry her out of the room.
“Vikter!” She pushed her hair away from her face and knew it was a total mess. “You do realize I’m naked under this thing, right?”
He stopped mid-stride and pressed his lips to her lips. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
Her heart warmed with the softness she saw in his eyes. For a moment, there were no walls in his golden depths—only caring and concern.
He marched up stairs, not once out of breath.
“Vikter, I can walk.” She ran her nails through the back of his hair, gliding her fingers between his short locks. “I’m too heavy! I’m telling you, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
“No. You can’t walk, because I want to carry you.” He winked and lifted the corner of his lips in a sexy grin. “You are so tiny. I don’t understand why you keep complaining about your weight.”
She didn’t know what to say. No way was she going to complain over a man finally finding her small and enjoying her curves. She’d have to be stupid. “You make a good point.”
“We’re almost there,” he said, pushing a door open to the top of one of the castle’s towers. There was a sofa and nothing else up there.
He sat down on the sofa and placed her on his lap, cuddling her to his chest.
“It’s still nighttime,” she said, turning sideways to look into his eyes. “Did you want to talk about something?”
A cool breeze rushed through the trees, rattling branches and making her press her body into his. He hugged her tighter, rubbing his arms up and down hers. “I want to show you something.” He glanced up at the sky and sighed. “In a few minutes.”
“Razzy’s a dragon,” she said, voicing the first thing that came to mind.
“She is.” He laughed. “We are the Dragos. Dragon shifters.”
She nodded. “So you’re a dragon, too.”
“I am.”
She bit her lip, wanting to ask more about that but deciding against it. She wondered how he looked as a dragon. Was he like the big golden one she’d seen? Vikter was clearly a golden dragon, from what they’d said about eye color. Razzy’s eyes were purple. His were gold, and Drayken’s were red. It still weirded her out to think of his red eyes. It was so strange.
She nodded and glanced up too. “Wow. You have the most amazing night sky,” she gasped. “The stars are really close. I feel like I can reach up and grab them.”
He laughed. “Those are our neighboring planets. They keep to themselves, much like we do.”
One particular star had a blue glow that made it appear like a night-light. “That’s a really pretty one.”
“That’s Keiros. They’re a lot like us, but they don’t shift. They’re more of a warrior race.”
She leaned her head into his shoulder. “This is so surreal. I would have never thought I’d ever be on a planet full of shifters.” She kissed his neck. “With such a sexy one holding on to me.”
“Why is that so hard? I’ve never been to Earth, but I find that from what Bella and Charlotte have said, we have things in common.”
She shook her head. “Very little. Your planet is so clean. So beautiful and lush. On Earth, there’s tons of garbage, and humans don’t know how to live without a million gadgets.”
“You don’t like gadgets?”
She shrugged. “I’m happy with a good book. Give me an e-reader or a paperback, and I can be easily entertained.”
“What types of books do you like to read?” He appeared genuinely interested, so she didn’t feel bad answering honestly.
“I like horror. I like stuff that scares me.” He started laughing, the loud chuckled making her bounce on his lap. “What’s so funny?”
“I never would have taken you for someone who likes horror. But now that I think about it, I can see it.”
She raised her brows and stared at his face. “You can?”
He nodded. “I saw the murderous intent in your eyes the night of the ball.”
She tapped him on the shoulder in a mock slap. “You’re bad. What about you? What do you like to do when you’re not yelling at women for entering your lair?”
His eyes shined in the moonlight. “I take care of Dragosland. It was my father’s job before me and will be Razzy’s job after.”
She caressed the side of his scruffy face. She didn’t know why, but the feel of the harsh, little hairs poking out of his jaw turned her on more than his clean-shaven look did. “You must miss your parents.”
He held her hand to his cheek. “I do. My dad was a great man. Loved by everyone. When Brecc’s father killed him, I felt like my heart was being torn out.”
Her chest compressed with sadness. It had to be awful to witness something like that. “I’m sorry. Your land is beautiful though. You’ve done a great job with Razzy as well.”
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. “You’re so generous. Giving me credit for something my mother was responsible for.”
She smiled. “Razzy told me she was a little kid when things took place, and you had to take control of everything. Don’t act like I’m mistaken.”
“Will you miss anything from Earth if you stay here?”
She glanced up at the sky, trying to control how fast her heart decided to beat when she heard that question. She didn’t know if he was saying something about them. Did he mean he wanted her to stay with him? God, she hoped so. He made her feel things, so many things. All wonderful and exciting. “No.” She met his gaze. “I’d just as easily give up everything I had there if I found happiness here.”
“Razzy mentioned you have a hard time with dares.”
She laughed. “Yes. I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting to take each one and make it a reality.”
“What’s the silliest thing you’ve done on a dare?” He adjusted her, so she could lean her head back on his shoulder.
“I wore a tutu for a whole day while running errands.” She laughed at the memory. “I had so many weird looks. People asking me if I had a caretaker or if I knew what I was wearing.”
He chuckled. “Sounds like a very interesting day.”
“Hey, you can’t tell me you’ve never done something silly,” she said. “Start spilling.”
He shook his head, thrusting his fingers into her hair. He pushed the strands the wind had shoved over her face back behind her ear. “I’m too busy to do anything silly.”
She raised her brows and blew a raspberry. “C’mon. I bet you have a naughty streak in you.”
Heat flared in his gaze. “Oh, believe me, beautiful, I definitely have a naughty streak. I can show it to you when we get back to my bed.”
She inhaled a sharp breath at the way his features turned feral. Whoa! She saw the desire on his face. “I will definitely take you up on that, but you have to tell me something silly. Come on. Open up,” she whispered. “Give me your deep, dark secrets.”
He laughed and kissed her cheek. “You don’t see it, but you have such an impish smile.”
“You’re stalling.”
“All right. Okay.” He frowned in thought. “When I was a kid, Brecc and I caught my father sleeping. My mother had given Razzy, who was a baby at the time, hair bows and things to play with her toys.”
“Uh-oh.”
He nodded. “We put bows in my father’s hair while he slept. When he woke, he chased us around the house until he caught us. Then he carried each of us on his shoulders and dumped us in the river.”
She laughed, her eyes tearing from the image of him and Brecc as little kids soaking wet. “I bet that was fun.”
“Not really.” He laughed. “It was the middle of a bad winter. We were freezing when we got out, but my father had our blankets at hand, and we were warm within a few seconds. Still, it taught us not to mess with him when he was asleep.”
“How did you two not freeze?” she gasped.
“We’re shifters. Our bodies are used to everything on this planet from a young age. Being cold was only a mild inconvenience. The chase was the fun part.” He smiled wistfully. “I had a lot of fun back then.”
“Thank you for sharing that memory with me.”
He glanced ahead and smiled. “Look. This is what I brought you here for.”
She turned her face and squinted. “What?”
“That opening straight ahead, between the trees.” He lifted a hand and pointed where he wanted her to look.
She glanced at the area. A bright-orange light appeared on the horizon. It moved up slowly. Then a second, bigger yellow brightness shone from its right. She watched them both rise next to each other, almost as if holding hands.
“Wow.”
“It’s one of the things I like to watch. When you see them in the morning, they appear to start out together and rise farther and farther apart. In the evenings, they reunite again.”
She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. Another reason to love the suns of Aurora, even they were romantic. Once they were rising and separating, Vikter hugged her and kissed her cheek. “Come on. I’ll take you back to bed, so you can continue your sleep.”
Sleeping would be that much better after her time with him. Maybe things were headed in the direction she hoped. Maybe he’d been looking for more, too. She hoped so, because her feelings were off the charts for the dragon.