Rejected by Alpha, Collected by Dragon

Chapter 7. Initiation

Duncan

I hadn’t planned on initiating a virgin into the finer details of s*x, but I have to admit, knowing I’m the first one to touch her like this, to taste her and hear her throaty moans is bringing out a strange primal side of me.

I lay her on the bed and spawl out beside her, molding my body alongside her. She lays perfectly still, watching me with wary eyes, and I smile at her. “Relax, we’ll take it slow and only go as far as you’re comfortable with, ok?”

She nods slowly, but her expression doesn’t change. Lowering my head, I rub my lips against hers, keeping the kiss gentle. It’s not easy to hold myself in check with the pressure down below, but I suck it up and give her what she needs. Her gasp as my thumb brushes over her taut n*pple through the thin fabric of her camisole gives me access to her mouth, and I slide my tongue in to mingle with hers, deepening the kiss, but keeping my touch light.

She responds to the kiss almost immediately, her tongue inviting me deeper. She stretches out and her hands tangle in my hair, holding me close to her. I thrust my tongue in her mouth, testing her response. She doesn’t disappoint. She sucks it gently, eliciting a moan from me.

I let my hand drift down her stomach, fighting the urge to rush. I need to take my time, go slow, let her adjust. Slipping my hand under her shirt, I trail my fingers up skin that is softer than anything I’ve ever touched before, until I feel the firm flesh of her breast. I knead it gently, brushing over the swollen, sensitive n*pple and her back arches as she moans in my mouth.

Here I was, thinking she was a wolf, but she’s not. She’s a vixen. A goddess. I tell myself not to come in my pants before I even remove a single article of clothing from either of us. It’s not easy, though. Her thigh is wedged between my legs and the friction is going to drive me insane.

I pull away from her, breaking the kiss. Her taste is too intoxicating and I’m going to lose my grip on control if I continue to sample her. I dip my head, kissing the column of her throat. When I get to that spot, her would be marking spot, her hands clench and I can feel her heart slam into her ribcage under my hand on her chest.

Could I mark her? The thought is sudden and unwelcome. I was telling the truth when I told her dragons are solitary creatures. In theory, I understand the draw of mates. One person made especially for you? Yeah, that holds a certain amount of appeal. But then they die, or cheat, or reject you and that pain is no joke. Besides, dragons live for hundreds of years. That’s a long time to be tied down to one person. I’ve never even been tempted before.

I close my eyes, trying to ignore whatever it is that’s building inside of me. This is just s*x. She intrigues me, that’s all. I’ll f*ck her, then we can go our separate ways. She’ll move on with her life, and I’ll go back to what I always do. Except for one fleeting moment, I’m honest with myself and admit that going back to what I always do holds very little appeal right now.

“Duncan?” her voice is uncertain and I realize that I’ve stopped moving. My lips barely touch the warm skin of her throat, and my hand is no longer on her breast, but resting low on her stomach, under her shorts. “Is something wrong?”

I open my eyes and look down at her. Blue, trusting eyes stare back at me, the flecks of gold sparkling enticingly. Her eyebrows are tight, the question so clear. “If I start,” I say, my words thick, “I’m not going to stop.” Her eyes widen at my admission, but I know it’s the truth. If I touch her, taste anymore of her skin, lick up her juices, bury my fingers deep inside her, I’m going to want everything. “I need to know if you’re ready for that.”

She swallows, her nerves creeping back, but she nods. “Yes, Duncan,” she whispers. “Yes, that’s what I want.”

I slide my hand just a fraction of an inch further under her shorts. She’s shaved, the soft skin tempting me to go further. My fingers touch the top of her slit and her eyes flutter closed, her back arches slightly, and she whimpers. Moving my hand slowly, I watch her face as my fingers gently slip over her netherlips, already slick and hot. I probe deeper, slipping one finger between her lips, pressing gently at her entrance, but not breaching her, not yet. She gasps, her tongue flicking out to moisten her lips, and I lower my head to dip my tongue to taste her mouth again.

She moans as I palm her, the heat pulsating between her thighs intensifying. I need to see her. Every inch of her.

Her eyes open and fix on me when I pull my hand away from her. Letting one talon extend, I smile at her little noise of distress. I hook the sharp hook of my talon in her camisole and drag it down, the fabric tearing like tissue paper until the tattered remains fall aside, revealing creamy breasts with pale rosy areolas, the proud n*pples standing erect a shade or two darker. As eager as I am to have her completely naked, the sight of her milky breasts is too tempting to resist. I take one perky n*pple in my mouth, sucking softly. She moans and arches her back, pressing her breast harder against my mouth. Testing to see what she likes, I suck a little harder before finally closing my teeth on the sensitive flesh.

“Duncan!” she cries my name with a hoarse breathiness that has my heart soaring. My girl likes a little bite of pain with her pleasure. Just when I think she can’t get any more perfect, she proves me wrong, I smile.

I run my tongue over her n*pple, soothing the pain while increasing the ache before sitting up and moving down the bed. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her shorts, I drag them down her legs and toss them to the floor. I sit back to take her all in. She’s glorious. Her normally pale skin is flushed pink, she’s breathing hard, nearly panting, her hands clenched in fists in the sheets, and the moisture that pools between her thighs is like a beacon drawing me in.

I pull my shirt over my head and settle between her legs, my broad shoulders pressing her knees further apart. She stares down at me, her blue eyes dark with lust, making the tantalizing gold flecks stand out even more. I blow gently across her skin, knowing my own arousal has made my breath hot, but her eyes close slowly and her head drops back with a whispered sigh. My smile stretches as I watch her, wanting to commit every moment to memory. I wrap my arms under her thighs, my hands holding her hips, and slowly run my tongue up her slit from the bottom to the top. Not diving in too deep, just enough to get the taste of her. It’s more than I ever imagined, and makes me slightly dizzy with the need to claim her fully. She thrashes under me, but my hands hold her still, so I can take my time and satisfy us both.

Parting her lips with my tongue, I thrust it in a little further, probing at her entrance. Her juices coat my tongue, filling my senses with her essence. I press further, pushing my tongue into her as far as I can. Her gasp of surprised pleasure gives me incentive to continue tongue f*cking her, an imitation of what is still to come.

I need to give my jaw a break, so I replace my tongue with my finger, pushing it inside her. She’s so tight, I grind my pelvis into the bed to try to relieve some of the throbbing. She’s going to feel absolutely incredible when I take her, but I need her soaring first. I know if I rush this, I could hurt her, and that’s the last thing I want to do.

My tongue draws lazy circles around her cl*t while my finger works in and out of her. She’s whimpering and moaning, her body now running on pure instinct. I add a second finger, stretching her a little more, and swipe my tongue over that bundle of nerves that sends her flying. Her hips roll up, offering every sensual inch to my probing fingers and mouth. I wait for her to come down slightly, still riding the tail of her first orgasm, and then add a third finger, clamping my mouth around her c**t and sucking. The resulting scream makes me glad we’re the only ones in the building, although I’m sure anyone within a mile radius heard that one.

I want to keep teasing her. To build her up over and over with my mouth and fingers, sending her over the edge of one orgasm after another, but I’m about to explode from the pressure building in me. Already I know it’s going to take more than once to get her out of my system. I’ll tie her to the bed if I have to, but she’s not going anywhere for a while.

She whimpers as I stand up, wiping her juices from my chin with my hand before sucking my fingers clean. I should see about bottling this flavor. I want to taste this every day. I grin down at her, undoing my pants and sliding them to the floor. Her eyes go wide at the sight of my erection bobbing up between us, and she bites her lip. I give myself a long, slow stroke, her eyes fixated on my hand, and send up a short prayer to let me last longer than a second. I probably should have had the foresight to rub one out before starting this little seduction, but it’s too late for that now. I just have to hope that however good she feels, I can hold off long enough to take her off that precipice with me one more time.

I crawl up her body, letting my c*ck rest against her, feeling her heat and wetness coat the shaft as I gently rub it through her folds. I kiss her gently, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her hands grip my shoulders, her legs wrap around my waist, and her hips are moving with me. I reach between us, pressing my tip to her and slowly begin pushing inside. F*ck, she’s tight. She grips me so hard, I can feel every tiny movement she makes. Inch by inch, she sheaths me until I feel the barrier of her maidenhead. Knowing I’m about to hurt her, I move down to kiss her neck, sucking her marking spot until her hips are moving against me. I hold my breath and push forward, filling her completely. She cries out and stills. I concentrate on my breathing, pouring every ounce of effort into not moving.

“It’s ok, baby,” I whisper, “it’ll feel good again soon.”

She whimpers, but moves her hips tentatively. The small movement is enough to make me see stars. If she does it again, I may not be able to hold back much longer. The tiny noise she makes is like a cross between a whimper and a moan, and she flexes her hips again. I groan and bury my face in her hair, clawing desperately at the control I need to wait until she’s ready.

“Duncan,” my name is a sigh, and she moves under me a little more.

I prop myself up so I can look into her eyes. There’s a small smile tugging the corners of her mouth up, and her eyes are hooded as she gazes back at me. “Are you ok?” I ask, not recognizing the gentle tone of my voice through the haze of lust.

“Yes,” she nods. “I need… I need you to…” instead of words, she rolls her hips again, and we groan in unison at the feeling.

I don’t need anymore convincing. I pull out about half-way before sliding forward again. I try to keep my pace slow, but she feels so damned good. After a few more times, I start thrusting a little harder and faster. Her nails bite into my shoulder where she grips me, her cries of ecstasy growing more frantic every time I fill her. I feel my own release building, demanding, as I slam into her. Her internal walls clamp down on me as she screams, her orgasm so intense she’s holding me in place. I let go, letting my own climax take over and spill into her, grunting as the relief of my orgasm drains the strength from me and I collapse on top of her, pinning her to the mattress.

It takes a few minutes for the roaring of my blood in my ears to settle as my heart slows down and my breathing returns to normal. I realize I must be crushing her, but her hand is slowly trailing up and down my back and it feels amazing. Sighing with contentment, I roll over, dragging her with me and tucking her into the crook of my arm. She rests her head on my shoulder, her hand splayed out on my chest.

“How do you feel?” I ask, closing my eyes as a wave of tiredness rushes over me.

She wiggles against me, her breasts pressing into my side and her leg draped over my thigh. “Mmmm…” she purrs. “I feel good. Really good.” I can hear the smile in her sleepy voice and squeeze her gently, placing a kiss on the top of her head before settling back to let sleep claim me.

I’m not going to stop. My words echo in my head as I drift off. Eventually, I’ll have to let her go, but the thought fills me with dread. I’m not going to think about it for the time being, I decide. Right now she’s warm and naked by my side, and that’s enough.