The orgasm that took a hold of me wasn’t normal.
Not ever had I experienced this feeling before.
I don’t know if it was because of the use of a different hole…or the way we were so interconnected, but it was an out of body experience not just for me, but for him as well.
He roared as he came, and I screamed along with him, no longer caring who or what could hear me.
I screamed so loud that my throat hurt.
My hips ached at the way his hands clamped down around them, and when he came, I felt it all the way in my heart.
His hot cum filled me up to the brink, splashing inside of me with such force, that I could feel it.
My fingernails dug into the backs of his thighs as I held on for dear life.
He growled out his release, giving me everything he had to give, and then some.
Long minutes later, we both came down from that high, panting and sated.
“How’d…how’d you know I wanted that?” I asked, licking my lips.
He turned his head on the pillow, giving me a raised eyebrow.
“You’re a projector,” he said. “Everything you want is plain as day in my mind when I’m fucking you. I just never actually did it because I wasn’t sure you were ready…if we were ready,” he admitted.
I blushed.
Was I? Had I given him all of my fantasies?
And was I embarrassed about that?
No. I wasn’t.
But I wanted the same in return from him.
I flushed.
He laughed softly, his chest shaking my face as he did.
“Don’t worry, woman. I want you and you want me. There’s no shame in that,” he said. “Plus, it makes it infinitely easier on me to get you to come. To know what you want. To give you what you need.” He sighed. “I’m sure every man wants that built in knowing like you’ve given me. And I can’t say that I’d never willingly give it up, even if it did embarrass you for me to know it all.”
My body ached as I pushed up to my hands and knees once again, and the crawled out of bed to go clean myself up.
It was definitely a different experience, but I knew that I’d want to do it again some time.
Maybe not right now…but soon.
Very, very soon.Chapter 13Of course you can trust me…unless it’s alone with cake.
-Brooklyn’s secret thoughts
Brooklyn
Life went back to ‘normal.’
And I say that lightly.
Mostly because my new normal was different than my old normal.
We were able to come out of the sanctuary as long as we had at least two dragon riders in our party.
It also didn’t happen as often as I’d like, and I hated asking because it meant that someone had to drop what they were doing because I wanted to leave.
I took up a job with Blythe on one side, and Skylar, Nikolai’s sister, on the other.
Over the next few weeks, more and more of the dragons came home. Which meant the staff that’d been let go had started to slowly trickle back into their previous jobs.
Of course, this was only after they were put through an extensive truth sense by Jean Luc.
Jean Luc was able to get anything out of anyone…except for the man who’d attacked me at the hospital and made an animal attack Nikolai.
Speaking of that pesky wolf, it was now Nikolai’s shadow.
His best friend.
It was a big beast, but it was becoming common for me to see the two of them together.
Nikolai’s fairy dragon, Percy, was also always with them. They, along with Perdita, had become as thick as thieves.
It amazed me that such difference in the food chain could get along as well as they did, but the four of them managed it.
Speaking of Percy, he came fluttering up to me and landed on the bed beside my hand.
I was currently treating a training injury that Dorian, another dragon rider, had suffered as he’d fought with Ian.
In fact, anyone who had the balls to fight with Ian ended up getting hurt.
Keifer and Nikolai were one of the only exceptions.
But it wasn’t often that anybody deigned to work with Ian. He had a perpetual bad attitude and didn’t like anybody.
I wondered why he was there…and it’d been something that I’d been asking Dorian when Percy had showed up.
“What’s going on, Percy?” I asked the little dragon.
The dragon didn’t ‘talk.’ He spoke in my head like the other dragons.
But it was so natural, like I was talking out loud to anybody else, that I didn’t notice that nobody else heard him.
There’s a fight in the yard between Nikolai and Keifer.
I blinked at what Percy said.
“He’s what?” I asked. “Why are they fighting?”
Dorian straightened, wincing only slightly.
“Who’s fighting?” Dorian asked worriedly.
Blood was pouring down his side from the sword wound that Ian had given him.
I’d been in the middle of cleaning it when Percy had flown in like his tail was on fire.