Lord of Chaos (The Dragon Demigods #7) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,42
him laugh. I’ve seen his lip twitch. I’ve heard him grunt or cough or snort. He’s never all-out laughed until right now.
“What?” I ask because he’s freaking me out here. Not that he isn’t beautiful laughing, because he absolutely is. It’s just that this isn’t him. He doesn’t look like himself at all. He finally stops. There’s still a smile on his face. “A chore…” He breaks out in laughter all over again. “No, Nia, you have this wrong. It wouldn’t be a chore. Not even close. I would absolutely love to push into your tight pussy,” his voice drops a few octaves, “until I’m balls deep.”
There it is again…that zing between my legs. It feels good, but it also feels… I want him to touch me so badly. I want…I want… I’m not sure what I want. There is this need unfurling inside me. A need for…I know what I need…it isn’t going to happen, though.
“I’ll be quite fucking happy inside you. It’s you I’m worried about. You need someone…better than me.”
“You’re bad at sex?” I ask. “I don’t mind. It isn’t—”
“I’m going to assume that you need me to come. This won’t work otherwise,” Rage cuts in. “I have two condoms.”
I nod. “Yes, I need you to come, only…” I bite on my bottom lip for a second. “The condom is going to be a problem because I need your semen inside me. At least, according to the tales. I suppose it makes sense if you think about it.”
I see him do a double-take. “No, that’s not going to happen. Shit! You could get pregnant. I don’t want kids. I’ve never wanted to have them.” He looks freaked out. “How about if I come on your back? I’ll pull out at the last second and—”
I shake my head. “Has to be inside me. For the record, I don’t want kids either.” I would want to be in love with their dad. I would want a proper family, and since I can’t fall in love ever again, I’ve resigned myself to never having kids. It’s better that way.
“This keeps getting worse and worse. I doubt you’re on any birth control…” His eyes move to mine.
“I’m not, no, but you can’t get pregnant in the Underworld. You know that, right?”
“Tell that to Twelve,” he throws back at me.
“You absolutely and categorically cannot get pregnant in the Underworld. I’m not sure where Twelve got with child, but it wasn’t down here. You can go and ask Death right now.” I tuck some hair behind my ear. I need this to happen. I only pray it will work. Please let it work!
“I believe you,” he finally says.
“Okay, so let’s get this over with…” I grab my dress, ready to pull it over my head.
“A couple of things first.” I watch his Adam’s apple work.
“What things?”
“I want this to be as good for you as possible.” He is scowling. I’m not sure why that is. I have a feeling I’m about to find out what’s going on with Rage. At least, part of it.
I nod.
He licks his lips, “I’m going to get you nice and wet and make you come before we start.”
“Okay.” Gaire often used to tell me he was going to make me come hard. Then he would pat my leg afterward and ask me if I got there, but he would never wait for an answer. I know why he never waited, because the response would have been ‘no’. I did some research, and it turns out that most women don’t orgasm during sex. That it isn’t the biggest deal. I’ve tried masturbating a couple of times, but it just hasn’t happened for me. Maybe I don’t have the ability. I’m okay with that. Rage seems so sure he can get it right, which is sweet of him. I won’t rain on his parade by saying anything. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. He has to orgasm to make this work, not me. It’s really unfair how these things work.
Rage is looking at the floor. He finally lifts his eyes. “You might not get there during sex.”
And there it is. At least he’s being honest. “That’s fine.” I shrug, meaning it.
“It’s not,” he growls. “It’s not fine at all.” He scrubs a hand over his face, looking frustrated and…nervous. Surely not! I realize that he is nervous. “I um…I can’t…I can’t come unless there’s blood.”
I don’t think I heard him right. “Did you say blood?”