#13 The Dragon King and his Werewolf Princess

“You’re staring,” River complained, “It’s creepy.”

“It’s romantic.” I argued.

River glared at me from where she was lounging on the sofa, her legs crossed over the cushions and her feet dangling from the arm rest. She was wearing a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, looking positively mouth watering as she read a book in front of the roaring fireplace. I was sitting on the armchair across from her, shamelessly admiring her.

It had been two days since River’s near death experience that guided her into the realm of the Goddesses. Since then, we had decided to stay at the little cabin in the snowy region for some alone time. Grier and the guards were staying in the neighboring cabin, of course, for her protection.

“I can’t help myself, you’re just too beautiful.” I added as she rolled her eyes at me.

“Someone is full of themself today.” She mocked me.

I shrugged lazily,

“What can I say? My woman finally confessed her feelings for me. All’s right with the world.”

River tried to hide her smile, but failed as she hid her face behind the book. I growled playfully and lunged towards the sofa, knocking the book to the floor and laying my body over hers. She laughed loudly, jumping at my attack and wrapped her legs around my waist as if on instinct. Not that I was complaining any.

“Calix!” She whined loudly.

“You don’t get to hide that gorgeous face from me.” I warned her, my eyes flashing golden-red as my dragon came forward.

Again, she rolled her eyes at me and batted at my expression,

“You’re all talk.” She huffed.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” My voice grew deeper and I captured her wrists in my hands, pinning them above her head.

“Uhm…no?” She lied, cautiously studying my face.

“You shouldn’t lie to your King.” I clicked my tongue disapprovingly.

“You shouldn’t hold your Queen captive, haven’t you learned your lesson by now?” She cocked an eyebrow at me and I instantly felt horrible.

“River, I….” I dropped her hands instantly and started to retreat.

Suddenly, River’s legs tightened around my waist and then she was on top of me with my back pressed against the sofa. She was sitting on my groin, her hands pinning my arms above my head and a mischievous look on her precious face.

“How quick you forgot who’s in charge.” She purred in a sultry tone.

I instantly felt myself getting turned on and, by the look on River’s face, so did she. She smirked at me devilishly and wiggled her hips, purposefully grinding against me. I threw my head back and groaned loudly,

“You’re torturous.”

“I’m just playing fire with fire.” She shrugged innocently.

“Oh, please, feel free to take control anytime,” I winked and she was back to rolling her eyes, “Especially if you keep calling yourself my Queen.”

She blushed slightly at that comment and I took the opportunity to free my hands, placing them on her hips and running them up and down her legs.

River studied me carefully before arching her back to bring her face down to mine. Just before I could ask her what she was doing, her lips crashed with mine. She pressed herself tight to me, merging our bodies together as one. I felt as her breasts pressed against my chest, her hard nipples poking through her sweatshirt. I groaned at the feeling over her warm body against mine, my member growing painfully hard by the second and rubbing against her butt.

She fidgeted against me again and I was afraid I was going to come undone just from the friction. In a single motion, I flipped us around so she was below me again. Trailing my mouth down her face, I ravaged her neck and sucked hard on the sensitive spot she liked so much, just below her ear. Her moans encouraged me to move further down her neck until I was pushing her sweatshirt aside to reach the bare skin of her collarbone and shoulder.

I felt her hands slip underneath my shirt and graze along my naked skin, leaving a trail of fire everywhere her fingertips touched. I low, deep growl rose from my chest and came spilling out of my mouth as I buried my face in her neck, devouring her scent.

“Calix.” She said my name and I nearly lost the ounce of control I had left.

I brought my eyes to her gaze and saw that her forest green eyes were now black pools of desire.

“What is it, baby?” I whispered.

“I want you. All of you. Now.” She demanded without a shred of uncertainty.

“Oh, my beautiful mate, I want you, too. But, I can’t have you and not mark you as mine.” I sighed, fighting with my desires.

“Me either. I want you to mark me, I want to mark you.” She said, fisting my shirt in her hands and tugging me closer.

“I told you, dragons believe in marriage….” I began,

“And I told you, werewolves don’t. I’ll marry you, Calix, if that’s what you want. But, I want to mate and mark you now.” She demanded again.

When I still hesitated, she sighed and wiggled out from under me. I thought for sure that I had blown it, that is, until she tugged off her sweatshirt and stood before me in only a pair of thin shorts. Her pink, perky breasts were perfectly exposed to me, her flawless skin, her flat stomach, and her high hips bones which left a delicious valley downt o her shorts.

I gulped audibly.

“Are you really going to deny me what I want?” She asked in an innocent voice, her lips pouty.

“No,” I growled, grabbing her roughly and yanking her back down on the couch, “I’m going to show you what it’s like to mate with a dragon.”

I buried my face in her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her taut nipples as she gasped and wiggled under me. I slipped my hand under her shorts and between her legs, rubbing her gently.

“Calix!” She cried out my name, tangling her fingers in my hair and wiggling against my hand.

“What do you want, baby?” I asked, glancing up at her.

“More. I want more.” She begged breathlessly.

I chuckled and quickened my pace. When she was wet enough, slipped one finger inside and slowly pumped in and out of her. She cried out again, moaning loudly in pleasure. I added a second finger and increased the pressure, feeling her walls beginning to tighten around me. I used my thumb to stimulate her some more as I sucked on her breasts until she shuttered around me.

I grinned at her and she blushed, her chest rising and falling heavily. I brought my lips up to hers and ravished her, not resting until I was sure that her pink lips were swollen from my affections. I pulled my shirt off, and discarded both of our pants and underwear.

“Are you sure, my love?” I asked, even though her expression was excited and her eyes were swirling with lust.

She was biting her lip as she nodded,

“I want you, Calix.” She breathed.

I hooked my hand under her knees and bent her legs, spreading them apart. She grabbed my wrist then and I froze, my gaze locked with hers,

“Just, be gentle.” Her voice trembled slightly.

I smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her again, a passionate kiss full of love and affection.

“Always, my love, I’d never do anything to hurt you. We’ll go slow.” I assured her, already knowing that my assumptions were true: she was a virgin.

River nodded, still gnawing on her bottom lip.

“You have nothing to be afraid of.” I promised.

“I’m not afraid.” She argued and I chuckled at her stubbornness.

“Of course not, my brave werewolf princess.”

She faked annoyance with me, but I saw her eyes sparkling with nervousness.

“Are you ready?” I asked and she nodded.

I positioned myself at her entrance, rubbing my member against her core and coating myself in her wetness. She shivered at the feeling, pleasure already clear on her face. I pushed gently inside her, just the tip first and then inch by inch she took all of me.

She gasped and I froze, allowing her to adjust to my size. Her eyes were pinched closed and her fists were gripping the sofa cushions. I gently tucked her hair behind her ear, rubbing my thumb along her sweaty forehead and smoothing down the wrinkles.

“Baby?” I whispered and her eyes fluttered open.

She offered me a small smile and wiggled her hips a bit, testing out the feeling. When her face and body relaxed, I knew that the worst of the pain was over. I grinned and started moving in and out of her slowly, pulling my entire length out and then gently back in. She threw her head back and moaned at the agonizingly slow pace. I felt myself twitching, threatening to be overcome with the euphoric feeling all too soon. I had to think about dead puppies to get myself under control.

She wrapped her hands around my thighs like she was giving herself more leverage and then her hips started to move in pace with me, urging me to move faster. I bent down and buried my face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot as I rammed into her over and over again. She cried out my name, moaning as the pleasure took over.

She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head to the side, surprising me. I looked into her eyes and saw that they were black and, when she smiled, her canines were already extended. I relaxed and allowed my mate full control as she arched my head to get a better view of my neck. She started peppering my neck with kisses, just under my ear. A hearty moan left my throat as she hit just the right spot and then I felt a sharp sting of pain followed by the most intense pleasure I’ve ever known. I felt warm liquid drop down my neck and then she was licking me, sealing the wound, I guessed.

There was no holding back after that, dead puppies or not.

I released inside her, shuttering and trembling at the feeling, just as she tightened around my member and reached her own orgasm. We came down together with me collapsing against her chest. She was breathing heavily, we both were, and her hands were stroking my hair. If I didn’t have unfinished business, I could have fallen asleep right then and there.

I sat up and pulled her with me, settling her into my lap.

“My turn, beautiful.” I said in a throaty voice, tucking her hair behind her ears and planting a gentle kiss on her lips.

“How does it work?” She asked nervously, her lips still swollen and her face still flushed.

“Trust me?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Of course.” She answered without hesitation causing me to break out into an ear splitting grin. She shook her head at me, giggling.

I held out my hand between us, palm up, and felt my eyes turn red-orange. She studied my face and then glanced down at my hand, watching it closely. It started to glow yellow at first, then orange, and, finally, red before a symbol formed on my palm. It was a dragon with its tail in the shape of a heart and a crown over its head.

Without speaking, River pulled her hair to the side and arched her neck, giving me access to the marking spot I had found two days ago. I smiled at her and raised my other hand to cup her face, allowing her to lean into my palm for comfort. I slowly lifted my glowing palm and pressed it to her neck, never breaking eye contact.

River gasped, wincing at first, before her entire body relaxed until there wasn’t an ounce of tension left in her. She shivered and closed her eyes, humming softly at the sensation. When I removed my hand, she collapsed into my chest and I surrounded her with my arms, keeping her as close as possible.

“I love you so much, River Storm.” I whispered into her ear, kissing her earlobe.

“I love you right back, Calix Dragonblood.” She mumbled against my chest.

Moments later her soft snores filled the room and I settled into the couch, resting my head against the back of the sofa and closing my eyes to catch the best sleep of my life.