Authors: Kassanna
Rogue Dragon (13 page)
Kirill reared back. He dropped her hand and wiped a palm down his face.
Synda spoke up, her gaze darting between the men. “Explain it to me again. What does that mean?”
Tucker answered her. “Manx left a way for you to beat Drago at his own game, and become Dragonrex and Queen of the Dragons. If you can claim the stones and your mate can defeat Drago, he would become Kirill the Supreme.
She combed her fingers through her hair. “Well, damn!”
Tucker grinned. “That’s why I waited a couple days before telling you. Now, if you excuse me, I have to find Assan. Good luck.” He started the vehicle and saluted them before turning it around, heading off.
She turned to look at Kirill. “Still want to show me your surprise?”
He exhaled. “Now more than ever. It seems we may be here for a while.” Kirill wrapped his fingers around her wrist and tugged her behind him. Her curiosity grew as they approach Manx’s old work shed.
“What are you up to?”
“You’ll see.” He yanked the door open and ushered her in.
Where the tools and equipment once resided, was now one of the mattresses from a bedroom in the house. It rested on a raised platform made of thick wood planks, and was covered in blankets. Beneath the furniture, furs covered half the floor. Heavy curtains hung from hooks and surrounded the bed. She could hear the drone of the generator on the other side of the wall Kirill built to separate the space. Across the room was a makeshift study with her dad’s old desk and another table. Hung in various places in that area were her father’s old maps.
She cleared her throat. “Why do we need a bedroom in here?”
“Because those tiny rooms in your house offer us no privacy with the thin walls. Here we have room and seclusion. Since you will not come back to my lair, I will create one to my liking in yours.”
“Kirill, there is no bathroom.” She tried to keep the whine out her voice
“Yes there is. You only have to walk twenty feet to the house.
“Why do you insist on walking to a lavatory?”
He scoffed. “I remember when a sturdy bush was considered a restroom.”
“Wrong era, dragon.”
Kirill walked over to the bed and fell on top of it. “Come mate, and find out how soft it is.”
She shook her head. “No, thanks. I think you’re on your own with this one.” Synda turned to leave.
He caught her as she opened the door and he closed it, pushing her up against the wooden frame. She pushed her cheek to the rough wood as he skimmed his hands down her body before pressing his front to her back. She felt the hard length of his cock press up against her ass.
“Goddess, but it has been so long since I felt the pleasure of your body,” he whispered in her ear before tracing the shell with his tongue.
Cream flowed over the folds of her pussy and her nipples pearled to painful points. He kissed the side of her neck and dipped his fingers into the waistband of her jeans. The sound of ripping fabric reached her ears and she felt a draft of air circle her hips. Synda glanced over her shoulder. “You do realize I could have taken them off.”
Kirill grunted. “Where would the fun be in that,
slaa dast
?”
He yanked the torn material down her legs and lifted her foot to free her of the constriction around her ankles. Kirill trailed his fingers along her skin as he traveled up her body and slipped his hand beneath her shirt. She closed her eyes when he cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed. Her clit throbbed in response. She dropped her head back against his chest as he tweaked her nipples, pinching the hard buds between his fingers.
He tugged and teased her breasts until her areola pebbled under the barrage of his hands. Kiril nipped at her shoulder before rubbing his lips across the sting to soothe it. She thrust back, shoving her butt against his crotch, and he groaned. One last pinch and he skated his hand down her ribcage and between them, sliding his index finger between her cheeks.
“I want to take you here, Synda.” He grazed her pucker with the tip of his finger.
Her passage throbbed and she jammed her thighs together enjoying the sensation. There was something she wanted to try, and when she spoke her voice was a husky rasp. “There is something I want to do first.”
“Tell me, sweetness. I am at your disposal.”
“I want to suck your dick.”
He chuckled against the back of her neck and stepped away from her. She swung around, and the leg of her jeans swept the floor. Kirill had moved to the bed and sat sprawled on the mattress. She tugged the pants from her ankle and sauntered to him, jerking her shirt over her head as she walked.
Her breasts brushed against each other when she placed her hands on his knees and leaned forward. He put his hand over hers and dragged it over his leg and up the outline of his shaft. Kirill held her gaze as he moved her hand over the zipper of his fly. She grasped the metal tab and slowly pulled, listening to the teeth as they unknit. His cock jerked in his jeans. She grazed her knuckles up over his bulge, and with a flick of her wrist freed the button. His member bobbled free, and she licked her lips.
Kirill leaned back on his elbows and watched her. She eased her legs under her and rested her arms on his thighs. A clear fluid seeped from the crown of his cock, and she brushed her finger through it and sucked it into her mouth. Saltiness surged over her tongue, along with an underlying essence she suspected was all him. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft, she rose up on her knees and enfolded her tongue around his cock head.
His head fell back when she sucked his knob into her mouth. She lowered her head, taking in more of his member, and her cheeks hollowed from the suction created in her mouth. Twisting her hand, she cupped his balls and listened to his moans. She lifted her face when his cock touched the back of her throat and she gagged. She tried again, flattening her tongue to take more of his girth into her mouth. He covered her hand with his and squeezed his nuts using her palm. Kirill fell flat on the bed.
She found her rhythm and started to bob her head while moving her fist up and down. Her saliva gathered in the middle of his shaft as she increased her speed. His groans grew louder and spurred her on. She pushed her head farther down, his penis touching the back of her throat on every drive. His legs shuddered when she added a twist to the way she rubbed his shaft.
Her own cream was flooding her pussy and coating the inside of her thighs. She rocked forward and slipped the fingers of her other hand between her nether lips and into her channel. Then she slid her fingers forward, found her clitoris, and pinched it. Sensations rippled along her nerves and she whimpered against his cock.
His back bowed off the mattress. “
Baw zhe moy
.”
He grabbed at her shoulders, yanking her off him, and dragged her up his body. Kirill lifted his head and pushed his lips to hers in a kiss full of pent up desire. They rolled across the bed and he rose to stand. He grabbed the hem of his sweater and wrenched the clothing from his body. Taking her by the ankles, he flipped her onto her belly. The mattress dipped when he dropped down next to her.
Kirill half covered her body with his own and traced her skin with his tongue until he lay completely across her. He moved between her legs and latched onto her hips, before he heaved her up to her hands and knees. His cock smacked her ass and he dipped a finger into her honey pot. She felt his wet digit circle her starfish, gently working it past the ring of muscles. She pushed her face into the blankets and wailed. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her waist. Slowly she relaxed her sphincter and felt him pushed his finger deeper. She buried her face in the covers and moved her hand back to her pussy, anxious to find release.
He stopped what he was doing and spoke. His voice was a guttural rasp. “
per i staa vaats
!
Stop. Today your pleasure will come only from me.”
Kirill drew his finger away and she felt empty. The slide of his cock through her juices made her heave back against him. He smacked her ass and she dropped her head, panting. The bed moved, and she watched his legs spread to line up against hers. The head of his cock pressed on her ass hole. She inhaled as he gently worked the larger appendage against the tight muscles. He reached around her and slipped his fingers along the sensitive tissue of her cleft. While tweaking her hard bud, he glided his cock into her ass. The way he massaged her clit sent currents zigzagging through her body, while she experienced a feeling of fullness in her belly. He slowly drove his member deeper into her anal passage. She swallowed and tried to slow her breathing as she felt his thighs rest on the back of hers.
“Are you all right, Synda?” His voice barely above a whisper.
“Yesss,” she moaned.
He inched back, gently pulling out of her body before moving forward to fill her again. She rocked on her limbs and gathered the bedclothes in a fist. His plunged his deft digits into the pulsing channel of her vagina as he thrust his cock in and out of her butt. She felt a coil of heat build in her belly, spreading warmth along her arms and legs. The slapping sound of his legs hitting her bounced off the walls of the room. She huffed, and smoke spiraled out of her nose. Sweat dotted her forehead, and he added another finger to her throbbing passage. Electricity collided with fire. She tossed her head back to open her mouth as white-hot flames shot up and sent her tumbling into a chasm of darkness. She heard his roar behind her before he pulled away from her body and collapsed beside her.
She turned her head and cupped his jaw. His whiskers tickled her palm. He kissed her fingers and she felt her lids drift shut. He gathered her close, spooning against her backside. She heard him whisper.
“That’s right sweetness, get some rest. Tomorrow we start our treasure hunt.” Kirill kissed her shoulder.
The End
About the Author
Kassanna
is a strong believer in love at first sight and happily-ever-afters. After meeting her husband in November and marrying him three months later, the two have survived and enjoyed every adventure life has thrown their way. Ten years, two children, a couple of dogs, and a wild turkey―which came out of the woods and somehow adopted them―later, the adventure continues.
Writing has always been her passion, but fate sometimes has other roads that must first be taken. Navigating the road less traveled was not only unexpected, but in the end extremely rewarding. Her books are mainly contemporary romance, but she has delved into the paranormal and plans on expanding into other areas as the ideas come to her. Right now she is enjoying life, and seeing her work come into fruition makes it that much more pleasurable, especially when her books make others smile. Kassanna wouldn’t have it any other way. She can always be found at her website http://flavorfullove.com/ or her blog http://kassalot.wordpress.com/.
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