pop off of him as I tumble into his lap.
He scrambles to have my mouth back on him. “Basilisk’s balls—sorry! Please, Adella, whatever you just did…”
He’s staring down at me like I work magic.
Snickering, I fit my mouth over the head of his cock again and tongue his adornments.
Kalos snarls and gathers my hair, trying to see my face. When we make eye contact, he can’t help the excited buck of his hips.
It shoves his cock down my throat.
“Ffff—fuck the Great Wyvern!” he shouts, trying unsuccessfully to squelch his exclamations by biting his lip. Then he gently takes me by the chin and draws me off of him, petting my cheek, “My lovely mate, I’m sorry. Do the… please suck my cock feathers again, I beg you.”
Cock feathers? “Is that what you call them?” I ask around them as they wriggle against my tongue.
The vibration of my words is too much for them though—or too much for Kalos. His face screws up, and he can’t even give me a warning before he bursts in my mouth.
His cum spews out of my lips and down my front, dripping over my breasts and chest and arms.
But like every time with Kalos, his cock’s culmination is no end to the game. He’s harder, and he needs me—the fire in his eyes as he stares down at me in wonder tells me that I’m about to be flipped over and fucked until I sing his name.
I swallow the cum that managed to stay in my mouth, swallowing right around his cock as it rests on my tongue, and then I smile up at him.
Two heartbeats later and my cheek is against the cave floor, and Kalos’s cock is pounding between my legs hard enough to make the stalactites tremble.
I sing for him for the rest of the night. For many, many nights. The blood moon’s waning comes almost as a shock, because being sexually ravished and wholly at a dragon’s mercy during his mating fury is exactly as delicious as you’d imagine. I never want it to end.
But when the heat is gone, he doesn’t turn cold or disinterested. And my heart trusts him enough to make me do the most asinine thing.
I develop feelings for him.
CHAPTER 10
KALOS
Light had barely begun to touch the mouth of the latest cave we’ve called home by the time I finished waking Adella up with my head between her legs.
Then I’d lain over her lower half, my arms folded, enjoying the view of her sated body sprawled under me, every one of her muscles gone slack.
She’d smiled at me, saying, “You look so proud of yourself right now.”
I’d kissed her belly, making her silky-soft flesh here jump under my lip’s touch. “I am proud of myself. I’ve pleased the woman I love.”
Adella’s eyes had filled with shimmer. That was when she blurted out, “Kalos, I love you too.”
Then she’d looked like she’d stepped on an Elder’s tail. Her eyes had rounded, her mouth fell open. “No…” she’d breathed to herself, like she couldn’t believe what she just uttered.
But she said it.
She meant it.
I sit up in a rush. And when she tries to crab-walk to get out from under me, I land on her, trapping her, catching her by the wrists and throwing her arms above her head.
She opens her legs to (and she doesn’t have to work hard at this, krevk’d) encourage my cock to become more interested in being welcomed inside her body rather than discussing this development that I’ve prayed for. That she’s fought so damned hard against.
But I refuse to be distracted.
(My cock notches at her opening and my vision goes supernova—but I lick her collarbone and nip her until I have enough control not to thrust inside of her.)
“Adella,” I start.
“I didn’t mean it!” she shouts, her eyes looking everywhere but at my face.
“Why are you afraid that you’ve admitted this?” I ask, truly perplexed—and if I’m being honest, I’m also trying not to feel like she’s jamming a sword between my fourth and fifth ribs every time she tries to deny her feelings for me and distance herself.
Adella must see the pain of her rejection coloring my face though, because she winces, her eyes squeezing shut. “It’s not you, Kalos. It’s…” She bites her lip and shakes her head vehemently. “If a mermaid falls in love, she follows the man anywhere.” She frowns, glossy eyes meeting mine, looking nearly as stricken as that first day when I told her that I was