A Bride for the Mountain God (Divine Dragons 2)

Over the course of the next several days, I indulged in a lover in a way I’d never let myself before. My times with the Mountain God weren’t quick trysts in secret alcoves of a castle. They were full body, whole heart encompassing and passionate lovemaking sessions. I lost track of time, days, as I drowned myself in knowing the dragon god, of learning my divine husband.

Ronan took me over and over. All through the night and each time we awoke during the day. The dragon caught me in the dining room, tackled me in the sitting room, bent over the table, rutted me on the carpeted floors. He ate me out as I sat on the bathroom counter. He made me ride him in the bathtub, and I sucked him off on the balcony, looking out over the forbidden forest.

He told me about the dawn of mortals and watching cities and societies bloom around the planet. The dragon told me of different cultures around the world and how they evolved over time.

In bed he pounded into me horizontally, vertically, face to face, and from behind. I gasped for air, screaming his name and singing his praise. He worshiped me until I saw lights behind my eyes.

He showed me his library, larger than the one at the castle, and let me get lost in the ancient tomes. We curled up on a couch by a heartening fire, reading in comfortable silence.

We broke in the furniture in more rooms than I knew the Mountain Palace housed. Nothing was safe, not the chairs, couches, animal fur rugs in front of fireplaces, against the walls and cool glass windows. It was the most mind-numbing, skin melting, toe curling, leg shaking sex of my life. My fists clenched in the sheets, scrambled on the floors, his dick throbbed inside me, and he released an endless stream of pleasured growls. I came so hard my ears rang, I drooled, my eyes watered, and I wept with relief.

I told him more about my family and my feelings of inadequacy. Ronan listened intently when I explained how betrayed and hurt I had felt when my father decided to sacrifice me, and how that impacted me. The dragon repeated how much he adored me and how important I was when he slipped inside of me.

One night, he showed me the hot springs hidden in a cave behind the waterfall. We swam nude, splashing water, and laughing together. Then he made love to me under the spray, making me come until I only spoke unintelligible gibberish.

I gripped his horns, back arching and holding fast as he ate me out. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he devoured me like he wanted to snatch my soul from my body. Each lick and touch induced drawn out moans and tingles down my spine.

We feasted on grand dinners in the dining hall before he ripped off my clothes, flung away the plates, and fucked me over the table. He fed me fruits and snacks in the library while I read until I sucked his cock in front of the fire. I nibbled on breakfast in the sitting room while he buried his fingers in my cunt and made me orgasm until I stopped breathing.

He nailed me against the wall, sweaty, feet kicking over his shoulders, and biting my lips. His claws left delicate, thin cuts everywhere he went too rough, and his fingers left beautiful bruises on my flesh. He groped my curves, reveled in the slopes and swells of my body until my mind melted. It was mouthwatering, heavenly, and awakening. He could fuck me until a black hole formed in my core and I’d still ride the Mountain God until he went limp.

One morning Ronan laid back, watching me try to fuck myself on his cock. He had his arms crossed behind his head and a devilish smile on his full lips. The god smirked as I tried fitting him inside of me by myself and squirming from the effort. I wiggled and grunted, becoming increasingly pitiful and desperate, barely able to get his thick, heavy length inside my cunt. I sighed and shifted up.

Ronan caught my hips in his hands, sneering, “Are you giving up so easily, princess? Don’t you want to ride my cock?”

I nodded, and a moan breached my lips. He pushed me back down, thrusting his hips up to shove his cock inside of me. I screamed in mingled pleasure-pain, enjoying his length sliding home. He only provided me a few brief seconds to adjust before digging his claws into my hips and commanding I ride him.

“That’s right, princess. Ride my cock like the pretty whore you are. Such a good, beautiful slut for me, aren’t you, wife?”

And I came apart over and over, gushing around his cock, fingers, or wicked tongue.

I loved that he listened to me and made me a priority, despite his divine duties. Not out of any misplaced obligation, but because he truly wanted to cherish me. And I became his peace at the end of his responsibilities, letting him come home to me and find his rest in a loving embrace. The Mountain God and I fell into a world of intimacy, familiarity, and confidentiality in a startlingly quick fashion. But it didn’t feel rushed or hurried. It felt like slotting into the other half of my soul and belonging.

Ronan showed me his treasure horde, hidden deep in the caverns beneath the mountain. An intricate system of tunnels and cave led from a back door in the Mountain Palace to his luxurious stash. Regardless of the towering piles of gold, jewels, magical artifacts, and endless riches, I had no interest. Mostly because I’d had all the finery I could have wanted as a princess, and gold had long ago lost its draw for me.

“You’re a dragon stereotype,” I quipped.

“I am not.” Ronan glowered at me. “I am the God of Mountains. If drakelings and wyverns collect treasure, it is because they were inspired by me.”

“Yeah, sure, darling.” I snickered, and he shook his head.

A treasure trove of precious metals meant nothing to me when all I wanted was his time and effort. Things he was more than willing to provide.

That night after dinner, we returned to the bedroom, kissing and tearing at one another’s clothing. Ronan pressed into me until my knees hit the edge of the bed. Lost to gravity, I fell back with a grunt and the dragon climbed over me. The god littered my face with kisses before peppering his lips down the column of my throat. He traced his tongue over my clavicle and collarbones, nipping my shoulder. He flicked his tongue over my breasts, sucking my nipples into hardened peaks until I whimpered from the sizzling need in my belly.

He kissed his way along my body, mouthing between my breasts down to my navel. Dreamy sighs vented free as he ravished me. One palm stroked my breast as the other shoved my legs to push them further apart. His tongue skimmed the softness of my belly and the flare of my hip, dipping lower toward the apex of my thighs.

My face grew hot, flaming with the delirious anticipation of his tongue nearing where I ached for him. I lifted my hips, seeking friction to ease my wanton yearning.

Ronan jerked upright, gaze cutting to the wall of windows in the bedroom. He quickly scanned the expanse of visible forest sloping down the mountain and the afternoon fog drifting through the upper boughs. His muscles tensed and a muscle in his jaw feathered.

“Is something wrong?” I placed a hand on his arm, drawing his focus.

He sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing serious, I don’t think. But I felt something enter the forbidden forest.”

My eyes flared, and I gulped. Face red, chest heaving, I sat up to observe him. The pinch of his dark brows and the thin set of his lips told me he was concerned.

“What do you mean?”

“The forest spirits had calmed a fraction after your arrival, but a few days ago they got riled up again. They’ve been going into your father’s kingdom and causing havoc again. It seems he returned to his greedy, cruel ways almost immediately.”

“That doesn’t surprise me in the least, but why would something try to enter the forest if the spirits are riled up? I can’t fathom that.”

Ronan rose from the bed, pacing toward the balcony. My eyes dropped to his perfectly toned ass and serpentine tail whipping with agitation. He placed a hand on the cold glass, huffing with exasperation.

“I’m not sure why a mortal would be trying to enter the forest now. The spirits will only get worse as the sun goes down.” He peered over his shoulder at me in the bed. Dark longing swirled in the glimmering green depths. “I hate to leave you now, but it seems I must. You rest while I go investigate the intrusion.”

He noticed my frown before I managed to banish it.

“I’ll make it up to you when I return, alright, princess?” He strode back to the bed. Ronan placed a quick kiss to my temple, and my sad frown didn’t dissuade him from his task. Moments later the Mountain God slipped onto the balcony, and I watched through the glass as he spread his wings and took off into the forest.

But I was riled up, bristling with energy, and now completely alone. A dangerous combination for a princess with disobedient tendencies who was married to a dragon god. And I found myself woefully bored.

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