A Bride for the Mountain God (Divine Dragons 2)

My legs inched further apart, only hindered by his green, scaled thighs bracketing mine. Ronan took the nonverbal encouragement as my permission and sunk his hand further in the water, slipping claw tipped fingers between my spread thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath, afraid of those claws on my tender skin. To my surprise, he traced the pads of his fingers over my tensed inner thighs, and I felt his claws retract.

I released the breath I’d been holding, only to gasp when one thick finger trailed over my mound to my aching bundle of nerves. He swiped two fingers over my slit, chest vibrating with his pleasure. A whimper left me at the gentle pressure of his digits locating my clit and experimenting with it. He pressed and circled, drawing noises from me and repeating what made me keen loudest and squirm against his chest.

Warm water sloshed in the tub. Tendrils of steam rose from the scalding bath. The aroma of floral soaps and oils wafted through the room. Low lighting and a moody ambiance relaxed me deeper into his embrace, curled around my backside. Ronan’s heat, his touch, his breath teasing my ear made me want to melt into a puddle of desire like butter under a hot knife.

My hand tentatively wrapped around his forearm, feeling the delicious tension of his muscles flexing beneath my fingers. He was so effortlessly strong and powerful. Plus, he was an absolute unit of a male specimen. The utter size of him eclipsed my frame entirely, making me feel small, delicate, and something worth being cherished.

“This tight little pussy is all for me now, princess,” he rasped against my head, blowing strands of brown hair against my cheek. “This cunt is mine for the rest of eternity.”

He sank one broad finger inside of me. A startled gasp bubbled on my lips, morphing into a dulcet moan of relief at the pleasant stretch. He filled me with ease—no pain. I was intensely aroused for him and had been since he’d first caught me in the forbidden forest and licked my neck. His words and actions since allowed my body to further open for him. My cunt welcomed the intrusion, clenching as if to draw him deeper.

“So wet for me, Nia.” Rona sucked in a deep breath, a sound of wonder and delight as my cunt quivered around his finger. It was the largest finger that had ever filled me. And gods, it was sinfully delicious. The length of his arm permitted him the perfect reach to angle his hand against me. His middle finger curled inside of me, and his thumb strummed against my clit.

“Fuck, your greedy little cunt needed me that badly, hm?” His voice dripped with condescension, like he’d known the whole time I’d been vibrating with visceral and bone deep need for him to pleasure me.

“Yes.” No point in denying it, really.

Ronan curled his finger against the spongy spot in my inner wall, matching the pace of his thumb on my nerves. The joint bliss from his touch seared through my core from chest to navel. A hot and heavy weight settled in the pit of my belly, where it coiled into a storm of desire.

I gyrated and rocked in his lap, seeking the assault of his massive hand cupping and controlling my sex. His monstrous size cock throbbed against the slope of my ass, and I purposely ground myself back against his length. Through the wanton heat in my head, I briefly recognized the ridged, unusual texture on his cock and my blissed-out mind wondered what it would feel like inside of me.

“Harder.” The word slipped out before I registered the need for more.

His dark chuckle sent a shiver of fear and pure desire shooting down my spine. “More? You want more of me, do you?” He nipped my earlobe, and a strangled moan left me. “You have no idea how badly I want to tear you apart, wife.”

“Please…” I whined, shaking from the increasing coil in my core.

“Oh, I’ll give you more soon enough,” Ronan promised, his voice half a growl and half a threat. “Not yet though. Not yet. This tight cunt needs to be prepared for my cock, princess. I’m too big, too thick, and your ass is raw from your punishment. Perhaps if you keep being a good, well-behaved whore for me, I’ll fuck you.”

My back bowed, head flung back into his shoulder as I seized with my impending release. His salaciousness worsened the heat flaming within me. Each syllable from his tongue licked the sparks in my core and sent them raging into the heavens.

“Yes. Please.”

His ministrations abruptly slowed, wrenching me from the edge of release I’d balanced on. I gritted my teeth against the stolen pleasure, unashamed as I writhed and mewled. I rocked my hand onto his finger, desperate to reach that peak he’d snatched from my reach.

“Have you had lovers before, Nia? As much as I hate the idea of anyone else having you, it would make our coupling easier.” He stroked his thumb lazily over my clit, sending sparks across my skin. His other hand cupped and fondled my breasts, swirling a finger over my taut nipple until I wanted to cry.

“Yes,” I admitted, breathless.

“Hm,” he sounded partially disappointed, but not angered. “Did they ever make you come?”

“Rarely.” My fingers in his forearm dug in as I rocked into his hand. My other dropped to his thigh, squeezing the scaled muscle and wishing I could draw blood if it would get him to keep finger-fucking me.

“Shame.” He slipped a second finger in, and a twisted scream vented free. The stretch would have been brutal if I wasn’t already so deliriously turned on. “You deserve better than that—I will give you better than that. As long as you’re a good girl for me, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you see stars, princess.”

I was rapidly realizing that being called a good girl by his grating, baritone voice was a drug in its own right. Those words in that tone were heady enough to get me to do anything he wanted me to do. Paired with those godly fingers working me into a frenzy, I’d bend over backwards and melt for him if he kept that up.

“Please, Ro… Ronan, I want you to fuck me. Gods, I want you inside of me.”

The hand on my breast snapped to my chin. He twisted my face to the side and up, making me cry out. His heated breath puffed down over my lips, and I shivered against him. “You think you’re ready to feel me inside of you?”

I nodded my head as much as his grip on my chin allowed.

He tsked against his teeth, cooing at me like a stray kitten. “My pretty princess wants to be fucked by the big, bad dragon. Too bad her tight little cunt isn’t ready for me.” At that, he snapped his hips against my ass, slotting his cock between my cheeks and grinding against me. The water on our skin made him slip and slide wonderfully against me.

His glowing green gaze burned into my eyes. The power of a god staring deep into my being, into my very soul. It cracked me open until all the contents of who I was were spilling out and laid bare for him to see—for him to judge.

But it wasn’t judgment glaring back at me. It was wonder, awe, adoration; the look of a beast, a god, seeing a light he’d waited thousands of years to gaze upon, and he was thrilled with what he saw. He saw me.

Ronan’s thumb circled my clit as the two middle digits stroked my inner walls. My breath came as breathless gasps, not getting enough air no matter how deep I inhaled. The turmoil of the white-hot sensation in my core expanded through my belly, fanning out to my limbs and taking hold of my restraint. I bucked harder onto his fingers, seeking more, more, more.

My jaw clenched, body tensing in preparation for the eruption I’d needed since the dragon god first tackled me to the ground.

“Give in, stop fighting it. You’re my princess–my whore. I’m going to be taking care of you from now on. So, tell me, who’s about to make you come until you’re crying, unable to speak or walk on your own?”

“You… you are.”

“Hm, I’m what, princess?” His sultry voice teased me.

“You’re going to make me come. Oh, gods—”

“Not gods.” He slowed his pace again, making me want to scream. “Just me. I’m the only god you’re going to pray to and come for now, Nia. Just me, and I’m going to worship you and this tight cunt forever.” He picked up the pace, driving his fingers into my slippery cunt and drawing out the first shaking tendrils of my climax.

“Yes, fuck, yes. I’m going to come for you—only you. I want to come for you. Please let me come. Please, I want to come for you.”

He chuckled, and the hand on my chin moved to the back of my head. His finger tangled in my hair and the tension on my scalp made my eyes roll back in my head. He tugged my head back as I panted into the steamy air. The dragon littered my neck with kisses and quick, pinching bites that shocked my system.

“Come for me, princess. Be a good little whore for me and come on my fingers. I want to feel this pussy squeezing me as you come hard. Come on, wife. Come for me. Now!” The last word was a snarled command, and my body ripped itself apart to obey him.

He stole the orgasm from my body as it belonged to him. As if every ounce of pleasure he wrung out of me would nourish him, and the dragon god needed it as much as he needed air to breathe. I bodily quaked against his solid chest, trembling with the astounding force of the hardest orgasm of my entire life.

Ronan’s hips continued grinding against my backside as I rode out my release on his fingers. He chased his own friction against the curves of my ass until I ceased twitching on his lap. Once I settled, he withdrew his fingers and pressed them into my lips. My mouth opened, readily swirling my tongue over his solid digits and sucking him clean of my arousal. He groaned at the sensation of my warm, wet mouth sucking at his fingers.

The hand in my hair dropped under the water to hold my hip. He rutted his rigid cock against me, grunting and panting. His cock twitched, and I sucked harder on his fingers, wishing it was something much larger.

“You have a filthy mouth, princess, and one of these days I’m going to fuck it,” he growled.

I nodded, sucking harder and lapping at my orgasm on his skin. He roared, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the washroom. Water sloshed over the rim of the tub as he thrusted roughly against the cleft of my ass. Despite the warm water of the bath, I felt his hips jerking, his massive, heavy cock throbbing and the jet of his release.

I collapsed into his chest, and he looped an arm around my waist. Exhaustion weighed down my limbs, making it easy for him to manipulate my body in the tub. The Mountain God lifted and moved me easily, as if I were a little doll for him to wash and clean and care for. He meticulously washed my hair and rinsed off my body. I was still floating in a hazy void when he removed me from the tub, applied a salve to my bruised ass cheeks and toweled the water from my skin.

“You did so good for me. I think I’m going to quite enjoy having a wife around from now on. As long as you continue to behave, that is.” His green eyes twinkled with mischief and a sleepy smile lifted my lips.

As much as I enjoyed my reward in the bath, I had to admit to myself that I relished the fair and pleasure from the punishment as well. I never thought I’d want a husband, especially not a big, scaley god-husband. But I might have felt that connecting bond with him.

Even so, I couldn’t go completely easy on him. Ronan wanted a good girl, but I knew he liked the challenge.

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