A Tale Of Two Dragons

Chapter 12

Addolgar walked them over to the bed, turned, and dropped back against it, Braith still wrapped around him like a shameless snake.

But she couldn’t help herself. He was so handsome and charming and a tad goofy that she couldn’t resist him just standing there . . . naked. Wonderfully, wonderfully naked.

She’d never really found human bodies interesting one way or the other—until she’d seen Addolgar as human. Human and naked. He should always be naked. Just running around naked. Naked, naked, naked!

And now she had that perfect human naked body beneath her and, in a moment, on top of her as Addolgar flipped her and himself over.

Their kiss seemed to go on forever and she enjoyed every second of it. Every second of his taste, the feel of his tongue, the stroke of his fingers against her human skin.

She heard groaning and she realized it was her!

It was rather hard to believe that Braith of the Darkness, who was fazed by little, was groaning at the touch of . . . anyone. But it felt so good.

Addolgar pulled out of their kiss so he could lick and nibble her neck.

That drove her crazy, made her legs tighten around his waist.

His hands on her sides, he kissed his way down her throat, across her shoulder, down to her breast. His tongue curled around her nipple, tugged. She was grateful Addolgar’s heavy body was on top of her or she would have flipped off the bed. He tugged again and Braith dug her fingers into his shoulders and back. Her human fingers had no long nails, which was good because she would have torn the weak, human flesh from him.

After tormenting her other breast, he began kissing his way farther down. Braith raised her head, briefly wondered where he was go—oh. Oh! He was going there.

She reached up for the headboard as Addolgar’s tongue slipped inside her. Unfortunately, there was no headboard to grab so Braith flattened her hands against the wall and bit down on her lip, barely remembering there were others in the building trying to sleep. But she couldn’t stop the groans or the growls as Addolgar held on to her hips and explored her pussy with what she considered wild abandon.

Braith’s eyes crossed and her toes curled. She didn’t think she could take much more. Then the tip of Addolgar’s tongue circled her clit, taking her higher and higher until he suddenly gripped it between his lips and suckled.

Braith exploded, her body shaking, her hands tearing at the wall behind her. She cried out even though she tried not to, and fell back on the bed, barely able to breathe.

When she finally opened her eyes, Addolgar was above her, his arms braced on either side of her. He studied her for a long minute, his gaze moving over her face, until he asked with all sincerity, “Are you all right?”

She brought her hands up to clasp either side of his face and pressed her forehead against his chin. That’s when she realized her human body was no longer cold; instead she was sweating.

“I’d be much better,” she admitted, “with you inside me.”

Addolgar slid his hands down and behind Braith’s knees. He lifted her legs up and spread them before pressing his cock against her and slowly pushing it inside her.

Braith gasped out, her smile wide. A smile he realized he rarely saw from her. But she was smiling now and nothing felt better.

At least that’s what he thought until he went in deeper and Braith tightened down on his cock. Now he gasped, his entire body shuddering.

“Gods, female,” he laughed. He kissed her. Once. Twice. “You feel incredible, Braith. Amazing.”

She kissed his neck, shoulders. “So do you. So good.”

He pulled out, drove back in. They both groaned, holding on to each other.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked, confused.

“What are you talking about?” Braith arched into him. “I’m not doing anything.”

He drove in again and it felt better than the last time. Gods, he didn’t care what she was doing as long as she didn’t stop doing it. He couldn’t even talk anymore; his body taking over.

Addolgar raised himself up, again bracing his arms on either side of Braith, and then he powered into her. He knew the female’s strength now. Understood she was physically strong. So he didn’t hold back. He just took her as he wanted to and the smile that lit up her face told him it was the right choice.

Thank the gods, because he wasn’t sure he could stop. If nothing else, he knew he didn’t want to stop. Between her sweet moans and the way her body easily met him thrust for thrust, Addolgar was in heaven.

Braith suddenly gasped, her hands slapping hard against his shoulders. Her back arched and she came, beautifully, her entire body tightening around him. When her pussy clamped down on his cock, Addolgar came with her, his head thrown back, his hands gripping the fur covering beneath her.

When she’d wrung him dry, he fell off to the side, crashing next to her on the bed. They lay there, staring up at the ceiling and panting until at the same time, they looked at each other. They stared for a long moment, then looked back at the ceiling and continued panting.

The door opened and Addolgar came in with one hand holding the fur covering around his waist and the other holding a tray of bread, meat, and cheese.

“Thank the gods,” Braith sighed out, reaching for the tray. “I’m starving!”

“Aye. So am I.”

She placed the tray on the bed and Addolgar brought over the water jug and two chalices. He sat down across from her, with the tray between them, and they dove into the food as if they hadn’t eaten for days. They mostly ate in silence—except for the grunts—until they’d finished off everything.

Braith picked up a few remaining crumbs with her finger and sucked them off, sighing in satisfaction.

“Cheese and bread has never tasted so good.”

“Don’t forget the meat,” Addolgar reminded her.

Grinning, Braith teased, “Didn’t get much of that after you got your hands on it.”

“I was hungry . . . and did most of the work.”

Braith laughed outright at that. “If you do say so yourself.”

Addolgar moved the empty tray, water jug, and chalices onto the floor. Then he stretched out on the bed and rested his head in Braith’s lap.

“You don’t smile,” he suddenly stated.

“What?”

“You don’t smile. Not often.” He took hold of her hand and placed it on his head. That’s how she knew he wanted her to stroke his hair. Since he’d taken such good care of her . . . how could she turn him down?

“I guess I don’t,” she admitted while slowly dragging her fingers through his lovely silver hair. “Never thought about it much.”

“You should smile.”

“Why?”

“It makes you look happy. I enjoy seeing you happy.”

Braith could say in all honestly that no one had ever said that to her. Her father could not have cared less if she were happy and had told her as much. Which, coming soon after her mother’s death, had most likely been when she’d stopped smiling.

“What are you missing, Braith?”

She really had no idea where this conversation was going. “Missing? I’m not missing anything.”

“You are. I can tell. We need to find out what that is so you can have it and be happy.” He grinned at her. “I enjoy seeing you happy.”

“You do? Then kiss me,” she ordered, leaning down, her mouth hovering over his, “and I can promise you without a doubt that I’ll be as happy as you want me to be.”