Chapter Sixty-six

CONTENT ADVISORY / TRIGGER WARNING

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS/STRONG IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE OR DISTURBING:

~ SEX AND INTIMACY

~ EXPLICIT SEX SCENES

Eskil's long tongue flicked across her breasts, leaving trails of fire wherever it touched. He felt so hot, so powerful and needy. He was solid muscle and rock hard all over against her. He felt like a man, and he smelled like a man with a delicious, masculine scent. The way his eyes burned as he looked at her made her sex spasm between her legs. Get yourself together, Libelle, he's in a false form. This is not the true Eskil, this is wrong. So wrong...oh please, do that again.

She cried out and her back arched further. She felt so excited, but she felt so strange. Her conflicting emotions worsened when he gently pinched her nipple between his teeth, a sweet sting of pain followed by soft caresses of his tongue as it swirled around the pink bud.

"This won't work, please."

Eskil paused to lock his gaze with hers again. "Libelle, dragons are never wrong. You are my lifemate."

A tear formed at the corner of her eye as she shook her head. "I'm not...you're wrong. You're not yourself, this isn't you. This form is not you."

Eskil kissed her, his tongue twirling around hers. "Even if you had not cast this damned curse on me, I would have eventually found out, and I would still want to do exactly what I plan to do now."

Another moan escaped her lips when she felt him grinding his throbbing cock against her groin, his hips twisting and rubbing against her, the friction from their clothing adding to their excitement. She felt his fingers tugging at her waistband, trying to slip past her belt and her eyes opened wide.

Her mind was racing, and she was struggling to think straight. What did he mean by that? To do exactly what he planned to do now? She felt the waistband to her pants tearing and his hand slipping down into them, his fingers sliding in between her legs and slipping into her wet sex. Her eyes widened further, nearly bursting from their sockets as she grabbed onto his arm.

"S-stop," she stuttered out, her free hand planting firmly against his chest. He either ignored her or didn't hear her; his kisses traveled back up her neck to claim her mouth again. She gasped for oxygen when he tried to suck all the air from her lungs. "Stop!" she said again, forcing herself to be louder despite her growing need to submit.

She pushed against him again with all the strength she could muster, and he finally stopped and looked at her. His eyes were smoldering. "You have to stop, get off of me," she panted.

"I don't want to. You are my lifemate, and nothing you say or do is going to change that." He thrust his fingers deeper inside her, exciting a high-pitched gasp from her. "I will have my lifemate; I will have you. In this form or my true form, you are mine. The gods have decided this for you, for us."

He thrust his fingersin and out of her as his thumb rubbed small circles around her sensitive clit.He bent his head down to kiss her but Libelle turned her head away, preventinghim from reaching her lips and causing him to growl. She fought the urge tomoan again when he ground his rough fingers against her. He was playing dirty,and her resolve was growing weaker by the second as he teased her sex. She hadto do something, and she had to do it fast. Otherwise, she wasn't going to beable to prevent this from going further.