CARLYLE

Sol reached into a wicker picnic basket I hadn’t noticed and brought out two stemless wine glasses and a bottle of dark red wine. He shifted out a single massive claw and speared the cork, making me giggle.

“The store clerk said this would go well with chocolate,” he said, tipping a glass to my lips. My mouth puckered against the tart flavor, but then he placed a piece of chocolate on my tongue, and I moaned in satisfaction. That clerk knew their shit - the combination was amazing.

Settling the glass in the sand, Sol leaned over and began to kiss me, mingling his taste with the melting chocolate in my mouth. Our tongues tangled around the candy, and he stroked deep in my mouth, his hand sliding up my bare back to work at the clasp around my neck.

The beautiful orange dress fell away from my breasts, leaving them naked to the moonlight and Sol’s wandering mouth. He knelt across my lap, using his impressive muscles to completely support me as I reclined against his strong arms. His tongue worked a hot trail down my skin, clasping each of my nipples in turn between his lips, then returning to graze them with his teeth.

My head fell back, and I gazed at the upside-down moon, marveling at the wonder that was this night.

He lowered me gently to my back on the blanket as he worked his way down, kissing along each of my ribs and swirling his tongue across my belly button, then reversing and licking his way back up my body to where he’d begun. He reached back for the wine, but instead of offering it to me, he took a gulp, then leaned down to press his lips against mine.

The wine dripped between my open lips, activating the rich chocolate flavor again. I reached up to tangle my hands in his wavy, blond hair. Sliding my fingers across his strong jaw and along his broad shoulders, I loosened his tie and worked at the buttons of his dress shirt.

I was feeling super impatient, but I made myself slow down and enjoy every last pop of button through hole.

Each new palm’s width of golden skin delighted my greedy eyes, as I felt my way down his rippling muscles. As the last button gave way and he shrugged out of the shirt, I reached up to yank him down by his tie. He grinned and nipped at my lips, delving deep into my mouth.

His hands slipped under my lower back and found the zipper holding the skirt of the dress to my hips. Gripping my ass with one hand, he tugged the zipper down, tortuously slow. The satin gave way and he slid the dress down my legs, his fingers dragging down each inch of my skin until all I was wearing was my panties and my heels.

“Now that’s a fucking sight,” he said, his voice a bit strangled. He sat back on his heels and smoothed his eyes over every bit of my naked skin. I shivered beneath the cooling night and his weighty stare. “I want you forever,” he whispered, then bowed his head between my legs like I was an altar where he’d come to worship.

His tongue slid along the edge of my panties, wetting the lace and bringing a delicious heat that soon turned cool in the faint night breeze. He grasped the edge between his teeth and pulled my panties lower, keeping his hands locked around my thighs. I ran my hands through my own hair, needing the sensuality of touching something.

My panties were just barely low enough to expose my pussy when he released a growl and ripped right through them. I gasped in shock as the fabric tore away from my skin.

“Animal,” I whispered, grinning and turned on as fuck.

He slipped his hands beneath my ass and nudged me over to my stomach, then gripped my hips and lifted my ass in the air. I rested on my elbows, staring at the tide coming in. He leaned across me to kiss my shoulder.

“Stay just like this,” he commanded, his voice rumbling against my back. I heard him unbuckle his belt and tug his own zipper down, and the slight noises were even more of a tease because I couldn’t see him. His warm body covered mine from behind, and his fingers slipped into my mouth, leaving another chocolate on my tongue.

“Time for my sugar,” he said, trailing his tongue down my spine while his fingers traced the curve of my waist and hips, then cupped and spread my ass gently. I moaned as his fingers circled my hips and kneaded the soft inside of my thighs, and then I felt his mouth on my pussy from behind.

The newness of the angle had me all twisted around with pleasure, as I had no idea where his tongue might lick next. He explored every inch of me, teasing with too-light flicks and kisses.

“Please,” I whimpered, feeling so empty. “I need you inside me.”

The second my words were out, he thrust his fingers inside my dripping pussy, and I cried out, my voice low and hoarse. He pumped inside me, his movements slow and twisting, stretching my opening to ready me for his cock.

My legs began to shake with desire. He pulled his fingers out, twisting to his back, so his face was beneath me. He pushed my knees gently to each side until my pussy pressed down on his mouth. Holding me up with just his strength, he fucked my pussy with his tongue until I came with a scream of pleasure, shaking so hard my elbows slid from beneath me and I curled into myself over him.

He released my thighs, and I crawled backward down his body, my core seeking something much bigger to fill it.

His fingers caught my chin and pulled my lips down to his. He tasted of chocolate, red wine, and a musky sweetness that had to be me. I reached between us to guide his cock to my opening and plunged down on his shaft.

Fuck, it felt so good on my sensitive skin. He grasped my hips and helped lift me up and down, setting a rhythm that was just slow enough to allow me to catch my breath before my pulse began to rocket again.

“Sol,” I moaned. He was so good. Everything was so good.

“My goddess,” he whispered, and I flushed. Part of me rejected the sweet things he said - how could they be real? How could anyone use such lines and really mean them?

The truth was in his eyes, though, as they swept up my body, coming to rest on my face. His gaze was filled with the kind of love a person can’t just fake with pretty words.

His ground his hips up against me, his cock driving me straight to the edge of insanity. His thumb began to circle my clit again, repeating his success from the bath before, and I came undone as another orgasm rippled through me. My muscles felt like jelly, but I could feel him inside me, still hard as fucking steel.

“I want to fuck you until the sun rises on us,” he said, his whisper as rough and thrilling as his words.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I teased, hoping he wasn’t joking. I’d never felt so taken care of - so worshiped, if I had to put his words to it.

He shifted me off his cock, and I groaned at the loss even though I was still so sensitive and tender. He handed me my wine, and I drank deeply, not minding the flavor at all now. I chose another chocolate and finished the glass.

Lying down on his side next to me, he pulled me close for another deep kiss. His hand stroked up and down the curve of my side, pausing to cup my breast and roll my nipple, then around to my back and over the round of my ass. Up and down, his hand followed this same pattern until I was practically dripping again.

“More?” he whispered, and I nodded eagerly. He gently rolled me onto my back, then spread my legs wide. Grasping my ankles, he brought them to rest on his shoulders before plunging his cock in my pussy to the hilt.

“Fuck, yes!” I cried out, relishing the sharp sensation that swelled to intense pleasure as he started to move inside me. He drew himself back and slammed home again, setting a punishing speed. My orgasm came out of nowhere, taking my breath with it as my legs squeezed him so tightly my ass lifted off the blanket.

This time, I felt him come inside me, his heat spreading through my core as he jerked against me, his muscles tensing beautifully.

“Goddamn, shortcake,” he grunted, stroking inside me again and again as my pussy milked every bit of cum from his cock.

My legs slid from his shoulders as his breathing began to slow, and we rolled apart with matching groans of satisfaction. I felt a little sweaty and sticky, but glorious.

“Hey, look,” I said, pointing to the sky beyond our tent. The moon was still upside-down, but there was a soft streak of light on the horizon. “You really did fuck me until the sun rose.”

“Who says I’m done?” he asked, chuckling. “That sun isn’t up yet.”

“Neither are you,” I pointed out with a smirk.

“Hey, I made a lady a promise,” he returned, tugging me onto his chest. My body rose and fell with his breathing as he stroked my bare skin.

“This is enough,” I whispered. “You’re enough.” It was the truth, but then again, it wasn’t. I wanted my piece of dragon, too, right next to the piece of shifter I’d get one day. Maybe even a few more pieces.

“You’re so much more than I ever dreamed,” he murmured.

“Cheesy,” I said with a yawn and a grin. He chuckled.

“You like it,” he said.

“Yeah, I really fucking do,” I replied.

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I must have, because I woke up to the sweetest man kissing me awake. He grasped me in his arms and sat, curling me into his chest.

The night was barely a hint of shadow now, and the sun’s rays were just beginning to streak across the beach. Seagulls had grown bold, stalking our tent in the early morning hours.

Sol reached past me to tug the sides of the tent open just a bit more, edging us to the end of the blanket.

“Hope there aren’t any morning joggers out,” he whispered, turning me so I straddled his lap.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, still half asleep but relishing the warmth of his skin. I didn’t care about fucking joggers. My hand drifted down his chest, coming to rest on the swollen head of his cock. “Ready again?” I murmured.

“I made a lady a promise,” he said again, lifting me up just enough that I could feel his tip pressing against my opening. I wasn’t quite ready myself, but I sank down on him anyway, groaning into the delicious soreness I felt as I forced him inside me. I began to move against him, my body waking up much faster than my mind.

Soon I was just as wet as the night before, sliding up and down his shaft like the greedy Qilin I was turning out to be. He tunneled his hands into my hair and tugged my head back as he sucked at the delicate skin on my throat.

“Carlyle, if you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

The words were barely a breath against my skin, but they echoed in every part of my body.

It was totally different from what I’d done with Jack, but in my heart I knew it was exactly the same.

I was a vessel, and I wanted Sol to fill me with his magic. Closing my eyes, I saw the wonder of his deep gold strength magic, floating like spun silk between us and around us. Through us, as I channeled his magic into my soul.

For the briefest second, I glimpsed the flare where the heart of his magic rested - just beneath his real heart, in the same place where Jai had pressed Jack’s scale into his sister’s chest.

My brain whirred to life and my eyes shot open, just in time to see the sun burst through the morning clouds and light up Sol’s face and golden hair.

He looked like the sort of god people would have worshiped in ancient Rome. Yet here he was, treating me like the goddess.

Wetness pooled in the corner of my eyes as I met his stare, and his lips parted in a full smile. The sun warmed my back as his movements heated my core to an orgasm so strong it took my strength.

“Shortcake,” he whispered, sliding his hands tighter around my back in an epic embrace. Our bodies fully aligned as we moved straight past fucking.

He was claiming me, and I was claiming him right the hell back.