A Bride for the Mountain God (Divine Dragons 2)

Waking in a new place startled me into an alert urgency. Every muscle in my body went taut and my joints trembled from the force of holding myself perfectly still. In my dreams, I was back in the palace, sorting through my life as a princess with no purpose. Yet when wakefulness found me, a heavy arm weighed on my waist, a warm chest pressed into my backside, and a massive wing curled over me, blocking the morning sunlight beaming through the windows.

A tsunami of memories crashed into me; the feeling of my wrists bound on a platform, being set free and running through the woods, the cold of the forbidden forest, a dragon—a god—and a hard orgasm in the bath. Ronan’s embracing heat comforted the bristling nerves under my skin, calming the panic in my muscles, warning me to flee. I sank back into his chest, following the comfort of an invisible tug in my chest.

Oddly enough, the fact I slept in the arms of a dragon god didn’t unsettle me as much as it might have before. Like the fact I was tied to Ronan was a piece of a puzzle and it settled perfectly into place, slotting into the library of knowledge in my mind.

Eased by that, I fell asleep once more, enveloped in the arms of a god and nestled comfortably in the largest bed in existence.

Hours later, when the streaming sunlight shifted to the midday angle, I woke with curious hands exploring my body. I relished in heated palms skirting my hips, a thick thigh wedged between my legs, and a tail snaking around my ankle. The hand on my stomach drifted lower, and the thigh urged my legs further apart.

My breath caught at the base of my throat as anticipation rippled through me. Those brief touches alone ignited the forge of desire in my core. One clawed finger drew senseless patterns over my stomach before reaching my mound, teasing me just over my bundle of nerves. My hips followed his teasing touch, shifting forward and silently begging for more.

“Good morning, wife,” he hummed into my ear. Soft kisses fell on my cheek, then lowered along the length of my neck.

“Morning,” I mumbled back, still not fully in the world of the awake.

“How did you sleep?”

“Better than I have in ages, honestly.” I angled my head back, nuzzling my nose into his jaw. A grating rumble in his chest pleased me, encouraging me to tip my head further. Our lips met and a flush of warmth pooled in my belly. He nudged his finger through my lower lips, groaning as he slid easily through my folds.

“Already so wet for me.” He nipped my bottom lip. “I love that you want me, Nia.”

I closed my eyes, humming into his mouth. “Hm, what makes you think I want you?”

Ronan’s fingers slipped inside of me, and I yelped at the sudden intrusion. He chuckled darkly, as if my arousal was all the confirmation he needed.

“Because I want you, and we’re connected. Plus, you can’t deny how your pretty cunt drips for me.” His finger made lewd shlick sounds as he stretched me out.

“Do it. Do it, please. I want you.”

“Not yet,” he soothed. “Not yet, princess. I’d rather not hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“So eager for me to fuck you. Perhaps if you’re a good girl for me, I’ll keep stretching this pussy out until she’s ready to take me. Would you like that? Do you want me to make you come until you’re shaking and dripping and my thick cock slides easily into you?”

“Yes!” I keened, head thrown back as he pleasured me with that wickedly skilled hand. I’d felt his cock on my skin last night, but I hadn’t seen it. I wanted it more than anything.

Just the thought of his cock had me bearing down on his hand and creaming on his fingers. I cried out into his mouth as I came on his finger. His tail tightened around my ankle, swishing the tip over my calf. A hardness twitched against the back of my thigh, and I rocked back against him while riding out my bliss.

“Oh my god,” I exhaled, physically deflating.

“I am your god.” Ronan smiled triumphantly into my lips, inhaling my breath with a kiss. It wasn’t a bone melting, burning passion type of kiss. It was something slower, smoldering low and deep in my heart.

I sucked his lips between my teeth, gently biting. His mouth was so warm and inviting. I didn’t fight him when his tongue slipped against the seam of my lips. My mouth opened, permitting his entrance to plunder everything he desired from me.

Our bodies rolled and shifted as we kissed. My back fell to the mattress, Ronan rolled over on top of me. He bowed over me, the kiss increasing intensity as he grabbed my legs and spread them. He kneeled between my legs, large hands gripping my thighs. The tail on my calf kept my legs spread apart, his wings flapped, flaring wide and blocking more of the golden light.

A weight throbbed against my inner thigh, and I whimpered into his mouth. The Mountain God reared back on his knees, smoothing his heated palms on the smooth skin of my inner thighs. And I glanced down at the thick, heavy length of him proudly jutting forward.

One quick look was enough to tell you it wasn’t a human cock. It was a darker shade of green than the rest of him, almost black. It was slightly thicker at the middle and tip, with a hint of an upward curve and bumpy ridges along the underside that resembled a ladder.

My mouth gaped open.

Ronan was correct that he’d split me down the middle. If he tried to fuck me, I might tear in half and unravel at the seams. Although I couldn’t exactly say I was opposed to that. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted him deep, and hard, and fast, and rough.

I angled my hips up, whining. Before he could stop me, I reached down and grabbed his length. It was hot and thick and throbbed in my hand. I purred at the powerful, virile feel of it. On instinct, I gripped him, pulling his hips forward until the head of his cock nudged my folds.

A grunt punched out of him. His eyes closed and his breath breached his lips as his length slid through my lower lips. He moved without thinking, stroking himself against me until his massive cock was coated in my juices. And those ridges, that delicious texture, rocked against my clit, making me arch off the mattress.

“Greedy thing, aren’t you?” he huffed, shaking from head to toe as he wrestled with his restraint.

“Please.”

“Look at my cock hungry little princess. I’m not going to break you, not yet. How about a taste? Just a taste.” Ronan took hold of my hip and the other hand wrapped around the base of his cock. I fisted the sheets, keeping my legs as far as physically possible to accommodate his size.

“Look at me, Nia. Let me see your eyes.”

I kept them closed, wriggling my hips and grinding against his shaft.

The hand on my hips vanished, then a grip squished my chin. My eyes shot open at the near painful force, and I blinked up at the Mountain God glaring down at me.

“You will be an obedient little princess for me, or you won’t get what you want. Understand?”

I furiously nodded despite his fingers.

“There’s a good girl.” Rona swiped the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “You have such lovely eyes, Nia, let me look at them. From a distance, they’re simply brown, but in our short time together, I know better. They’re green around the edges, and brown around the pupils. And when your eyes are glistening with tears from pleasure, they appear greener altogether. Magnificent.”

An aggressive blush burned my cheeks. Ronan released my chin, skimming his hand along my body; tenderly massaging my breasts, smoothing over my stomach before settling at my hip once more. Then he notched the head of his cock at my entrance, and I bit down a scream.

The stretch was impossible even for the tip. The dragon god nudged the head further in before withdrawing. A Rough breath escaped us both at the electric shock of joining. It was simultaneously too much and not enough. I mewled and squirmed beneath, unsure if my body would accept him.

Ronan withdrew, then slipped back in—again, just the tip. The breadth of his cock head opened me. Filled me and stroked a sensitive spot in my front inner wall. Over and over, he slipped out, pushed in and held, then withdrew anew. It was a test of my body’s limits, and judging Ronan’s glorious yet twisted expression, his discipline. Knowing he wanted to thrust into me and plow me into the bed made it more tantalizing.

“You’re taking the head of my cock so good, Nia—fuck,” he groaned, adoringly staring at me. “Someday soon, I’m going to fill you up. You’re going to break and cry as I fuck your tight cunt.”

“It’s so much, Ronan.” I bit my lip, shuddering.

“Does it hurt? Oh, you whiny little whore. Don’t be dramatic, princess. You told me you wanted this. You wanted a taste of my cock. It’s not my fault you’re so tight—so fucking sensitive.” His hips rolled forward, faster and harder. My dripping sex quivered around his head, gripping him and begging for more despite the pinch of pain. The pleasure was greater, ratcheting higher and higher with each stroke.

Then his hand drifted to my center, and he circled his large thumb over my clit. A few calculated swirls heightened the inferno of ecstasy in my core. The pressure of his cock filling my entrance and the storm inside of me shattered me apart. Every visceral part of me clenched and shook and wept for the Mountain God.

As I came, his cock pulsed, shooting his release inside of me. Thick ropes of warm seed claimed me from within. A surprised ‘oh’ flew from me and I blinked owlishly up at Ronan. He smirked back at me, stroking his length with his hand until he began to soften.

He pulled out, watching his climax drip from my sex with a very masculine and proud grin.

“You did so good for me, Nia. If you keep this up, I’ll be fucking you in no time.” He fell over me, bracing his arms by my head as he kissed me. “Now I promised you a meal, and I’m sure you’re hungry. Let’s go get something to eat or I might stay here all day devouring you.”

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