She struggled to keep a rational thought in her head, but thinking and having Brim push his fingers into her muted any rational thought.
He pulled back a moment and started talking in a rich lyrical language she couldn’t identify. A tingly feeling filled the air and the water shimmered.
“What is—?”
“Look around,” Brim rumbled the command. He pulled his fingers out of her and she almost groaned in disappointment, but she did as he asked, peeping around his broad side only to see the whole swimming area empty of people. Her mouth fell open.
“How…what…Where is everyone?”
Brim’s grin widened. “They’re still there, only now no one can see us, and we can’t see them. I cast a simple shield spell.”
“Spell? You’re a magician, or wizard, or something?”
Her eyes flew to his, only to see they were no longer dark brown, but a sparkling ruby red. She struggled in his grasp, trying to pull away, but he held her fast.
“Every dragon has an element of magic; we learn simple spells from an early age.” He must have seen the signs of her panicking as she was having difficulty pulling air into her lungs. “Amber, stay calm, my little one. You know I would cut off my own hand before I hurt you.”
She met his eyes, the ones matching the colour of the dragon on his chest. Her brain still refused to connect the two, despite the evidence staring her in the face, making her heart pound against her rib cage.
“You see proof, I am a dragon and you are my mate.”
“Oh, no, no, no! What did you do, what trick are you playing on me? Real dragons don’t exist, they’re make-believe. I make up stories about them; you’re pandering to my fantasies.”
A rough, manly snort came from his nose. “We exist, but we don’t live in the Human Realm. Do I feel like a fantasy?”
“Yes, you are, I mean, no…but yes…” Her brain was in a dizzying muddle.
He gripped her hand, dragging it down to cover his long, hard cock. “This is real and I am real. Accept it.”
Before she could utter another word, his mouth took hers rough and demanding, like the man who held her. Unable to help herself, she curled her hand around him and squeezed.
Dragon man or not, she loved the raw power of him and how he made her feel even more powerful when he hissed under her touch.
Dragon! He’s a dragon! I’m having sex with a real dragon. Isn’t this every woman’s dream to have her fantasies come to life?
In the back of her mind, the doubt remained, but right here and now, who was she to deny what she always wanted? As a little girl, she grew up loving dragons and now, she had one of her own.
She felt him lift her, her wet backside pressing against warm rock.
“I’ve been wanting to fucking taste you all day.” She felt the vibration of his lips against her neck as he slid down. A sharp tug startled her. He lifted her hips and roughly yanked down the bottom half of her swimsuit.
Not allowing her time to react, or even think, he pushed her legs up and over his shoulders, burying his face at the junction of her thighs.
Her hands wildly gripped for purchase, the breath stolen from her lungs as his hot tongue slid down over her clit and pushed into her hole.
He reached around her left leg, pushing up her top and cupping the freed breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger, hardening the already tight bud.
“Oh, god, oh, yes…” she gasped, completely lost to the fiery sensation burning between her legs, his tongue lapping from end to end. He flicked her clit, and then circled it with his mouth.
They got into a motion, her hips undulating in time with his tongue sliding down between her lips to her hole. When he pushed his tongue into her, she raised her hips to accept him. As he cupped his tongue, and slowly ran it back up toward her clit, her hips relaxed until he sucked it into his mouth and flicked it, causing her to press against his mouth and moan.
Relentlessly, he repeated the action over and over, until she quivered and suddenly burst apart, screaming. Her body shook and trembled, her orgasm reaching its peak.
“Brimstone.” She reached blindly for him. The heat of his mouth left her, and a shadow fell over her as he towered over her, taking her mouth, his hand on her sensitive breast squeezing.
Who the hell cared what he was when he could do this to her?
“Fuck me, I need you.”
“Damn straight you’re gonna get fucked.” He growled deeply.
She felt his hands on her hips and the connection of his cock at the mouth of her still clenching sex. He pushed slowly into her, making her back arch as he forced her body to accept every long, hard inch of him. Once seated, he still hovered over her.