Chapter 11

I'm starting to see the difference between Koa and Nye. 

Koa would put his head down a lot, but I'd see that sinister look on his face behind those curls that danced in front of his eyes.

Nye said Koa is sneaky. But Koa's demeanor is so calm. He fought when engaged but never fought for the hell of it like Aneth. On the other hand, Nye seemed to hate everything except me. However, there were times when I'd see a softer part of him, like now.

"I never knew Dragons could braid." I pursed my lips, trying not to smile. I found it amusing when Nye ran his fingers through my hair and started to try it. 

Nye says nothing at first, then stops, as if finished, "Hm, quite easy."

I reached behind me to feel the smooth braid down my back. I didn't think he could do it. But then I felt a massive knot at the end, and I gasped, "Nye! Did you tie a knot in my hair?"

He crosses his arms, "Yes. How else was it supposed to stay?" 

Good Goddess, now I had to get a brush and try to get this knot out. I sigh, "Well, you can just leave it and not tie it in a knot next time. If it comes out, it's fine."

"You do it then," Nye says as he lays back on the blankets. "I'm tired of it. It bores me." He yawns and stretches out, placing his hands under his head. 

I roll my eyes playfully, "Everything bores you except blood and violence." 

"It's in every Dragon's Genetics," Nye says calmly, closing his eyes. 

I softly sigh. My attention draws to Koa, who sits crossed on the ground, leaning against the wall. He was doing so well when he talked to me. I wanted him to learn more and to be able to speak like Nye. But Nye seemed to loathe the idea, but I would do it no matter what. 

I turn to Nye and place a hand on his chest. He opens his eyes. "My answer is no," he says before I open my mouth. I smile with a chuckle. "I didn't ask anything yet."

"Whatever it is. I assume it's about Aneth or Koa. So no."

"Oh?" I say with sensuality, then I slowly start to straddle him. "And what if it wasn't?" I let the darker side of myself come out to play. He seemed to drool over me when it did. 

"What if," I slowly slid my hands up his chest, "all I wanted was you." I start to dig my nails into his flesh, then I drag them back down, Nye groans in his throat, as his eyes roll back into his head, "Would you deny me then?" I ask.

Nye's eyes glow, "Then I have no choice but to indulge you…" The sudden hunger in his voice makes my center quiver. This is a bad idea, right? I try to talk myself out of going further, but Good Goddess, the way this man devoured me with his eyes made me want to ride his brains out…

His hands suddenly grip my waist, and a soft moan escapes my lips. Nye leans up, close to my face, "Ask me." He says, with an edge that excites me. I feel his cock throb beneath me, and I just can't help myself. 

I couldn't let him have me entirely, but I could do something else. And by the way, he defended me earlier; I figured he deserved a treat. I bite my lip and start to ride him slowly, he had put his pants on before laying with me, and probably didn't like the chill. 

Nye glances down at the way my hips rocked against him; his eyes haze over as he gazes back up at me. I give him a wicked smile and yank his hair back; a dark chuckle comes from his throat, "Careful darling, you might bring the Dragon out of me." 

"Good," I lean into his ear, "Let him come." Then I bite into his neck. He groans but it sounds more like a deep growl, enjoying the pain, for some reason he loved it. And I was more than willing to give him what he liked. Nye presses his hand against my head, "Deeper, " He growls. I bite him harder, letting the primal side of myself indulge in a darker behavior, all the while riding him.

Nye starts to guide my hips to the pace he wants, and my satisfaction comes more from seeing his reactions; it invigorates me more than riding him. As I pull back from his neck, his blood trickles down my lips, and his eyes hunger for a taste. 

With a primal need, he pulls me into a hot fury of a kiss. When he pulled back from me he licked his lips and dug his nails into my hips, I let out a sharp gasp, but mixed with the pleasure I was feeling, I barely felt it for long. We both were panting like feral beasts, and I loved how it made me feel. 

I locked eyes with him, eager to see his face, when he finally spilled his seed. And by the movement of his hips thrusting beneath me, it was any second. I shove him back down to the ground, nails trailing down his chest. The way his eyes fluttered back made me soaking wet. 

The last few deep groans followed by his tight grip on my waist made me stop, let me know, that specific part of him was working.

I give him a devilish chuckle as he smirks up at me with a flushed face. 

I lean into his ear, "Next time, you'll say yes."