Alistair pulled away sharply. I looked up, expecting to see anger in his eyes, but instead I saw the sharp edge of fear. He was afraid of his own feelings, angry at himself for a perceived betrayal. The moment had come to leave behind the saddest memory of his life. But however sad it was, it linked him to the woman he loved, and letting go of that was not easy.

"Alistair?" I held out a hand to him.

He stared at my hand as if it was some alien thing sent to test his resolve. But there was a heat in him as fierce as the heat in me, and it would not be denied. I drew a sharp breath as he grabbed my hand and pulled me roughly to him, crushing my body into his and claiming my mouth in a passionate kiss. I demurred to him, allowing myself to be his, to be putty in his hands.

I knew he was feeling guilty, but he wasn't the only one—just the night before, I had been with Duncan. Maybe this was how dragons did things but I was still human enough to feel bad about it. But those feelings were quickly being burnt away in the sharp heat of my desire for Alistair and this new way of life I was only just coming to understand.

I felt his hands cup my ass cheeks and then I squealed as he picked me up off the floor as if I weighed nothing at all. I locked my legs around his waist and threw my arms about his neck as I kissed him, meeting his fierce passion with my own, feeling his stubble scratch against my face. Unceremoniously, Alistair dumped me on the edge of a table by the wall, his hands running up and down my thighs, his body between my spread legs. I tore open his shirt, sending buttons flying, and ran my hands over the toned muscles of his torso—less expansive than Duncan's but tighter and equally attractive. He grabbed me and dragged me in for a hard kiss before growling in my ear.

“You’re asking for trouble.”

I was wearing a T-shirt without buttons but that didn't stop Alistair from ripping it open, exposing my breasts, heaving with excitement in a lacy bra. Unlike yesterday, this morning I had put on some of the sexier underwear in my wardrobe. Perhaps I had known this was going to happen. Or, perhaps I had just wanted it to. The thrill of having my clothes torn from my body sent me grabbing at Alistair's body once more, desperate to taste his lips, to bite his chin, to drag my nails across his skin, just to touch him. But the guilt still festered—however okay dragons were with this, I had to be true to myself. I, at least, had to be honest.

“I-I want to be honest and tell you…I slept with Duncan last night," I gasped.

Alistair stopped, a bemused half-smile on his face. "That's the worst dirty talk I've ever heard."

"But..."

"We know. We all knew as soon as it happened.”

"You..."

"We're dragons. And a dragon mate should be worshipped like a goddess."

And with that, he pushed me down flat on the table, kissing me and grinding his body against mine. If he had done that a minute before, I wasn't sure if I'd have had the self-control to tell him about Duncan. I could feel him, strong and hard, pressed against the zipper of his pants and hot enough to burn through them. Urgently, I kissed him back. I had done “the right thing” by my own moral code and was now more than happy to subscribe to the dragon's more flexible one, especially if that meant more of Alistair. The feel of him against me was becoming more than I could stand, it was a tease of what was to come and I was done waiting.

I pushed Alistair back from me and he went where I guided without question, straightening up. I went with him, hopping off the edge of the table to stand in front of him. My hands had already found the front of his pants, and by the time my feet touched the floor, I had his belt unbuckled and the buttons undone. In a single swift movement, I yanked pants and underwear down, dropping to my knees as I pulled.

"Oh!" I moaned as Alistair's straining organ sprung free, bobbing up toward my chin. I gaped at it. Alistair's cock extended, with a slight curve, from a neatly trimmed topiary of pubic hair. It looked as long as Duncan's, perhaps not quite as thick, and definitely not as smooth, it was ridged and a pair of pulsing veins twisted about its impressive length, feeding it, making it grow and swell to still greater dimensions. Just the sight stirred something within me, something primal and animal, something that could not wait and would not be denied.

As Alistair kicked off his jeans that had pooled about his feet, I grabbed his shaft, wrapping my fingers as far as they would go about his girth. It seemed to writhe in my grasp like a wild thing, struggling to get away, strong and sinuous beneath my fingers. I dived forward, slathering my tongue from base to tip—I would tame it, break it like a wild stallion.

Without hesitation, I engulfed the smooth, swollen head of Alistair's fiery cock in my mouth and was pleased to hear the growl of arousal rumble in his chest, more harsh and serrated than Duncan, more like a snarl.

With one hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft, I began to pump, hard enough that my fist smacked against the taut muscles of his belly. My other hand began a roving exploration of all of Alistair that was in reach; up the honed muscles of his legs, across his rock hard buns and into the crevice between, up his back, across his abdomen and down between his legs to tug on his balls. I wanted every part of him with a fevered intensity I had never felt before, but I was determined to make him earn it.

Alistair rose to the challenge I set, unflinching as I worked him with mouth and hands. His own hands had been in my hair, clenching it in bunches as I sucked at him, but now I felt them move to my shoulders, guiding me up.

He was ready and I was right there with him, the heat of desire between my legs fast reaching bursting point. Releasing him from my mouth with a pop, I stood, kissing my way up his body as I passed, and still beating furiously at his straining rod with my hand.

We kissed, and I knew he was tasting himself on my lips. I felt his hands unbuttoning my pants and, in my desperate haste, I began to pull them down along with my panties. But before I could take them off, Alistair had stopped me, grabbing my arms in a rough grip. I gasped as he spun me round and bent me over across the table, my breasts flattening out against the hard wood. Keeping one hand firmly on my back to hold me, Alistair stooped and I felt his lips leaving a burning trail of kisses across my ass cheeks and down to my thighs. I whimpered as his fingers danced between my legs, brushing my secret lips, then cried out as he kissed me there, delicately at first and then more roughly.

My breathing was already coming short and fast when I felt the blunt head of his member.

"Oh!"

Only Alistair's hand on me, stopped me from bucking up off the table as he entered me, pushing in half of his impressive length with one thrust. It should’ve hurt…been too rough, but instead the pleasure pain made me ache for more. I squirmed at the delicious sensations bubbling inside me, keening for more.

Alistair snarled, pulled back an inch, and then thrust in the rest, making me cry out again. I moaned as he firmly pressed himself home, flattening out the soft cheeks of my ass, making sure I had him in me to the absolute root. The pleasure was already exquisite, roiling within me, and when Alistair began to move, the feel of his powerful length drawing slowly out of my tender insides then screwing back in with a smack made me yelp.

Now he found his rhythm, hard and regular. Each thrust was accompanied by a fleshy slap as his hard hips impacted against my curvy ass cheeks, and Alistair gave no quarter as he pounded into my vulnerable rear with almost bruising force. I had tried to tame the wild beast, but that beast had got the better of me, and I couldn't have been happier about it. My body sang with ecstasy.

Gripping tightly to the table against which he pressed me, and planting my feet more firmly on the floor, I began to buffet my hips back into him, meeting him shove for shove. As ever, Alistair met the challenge, now bending his knees with each thrust, giving him extra force and letting me have it from a slightly different angle. The noises that streamed from my incoherent throat became increasingly animal.

I was on borrowed time now, steaming fast towards an almighty orgasm, the anticipation of which was already making my knees tremble. The moans that came with every stroke of Alistair's tireless organ were becoming more desperate—I needed to come or I would explode. Through gritted teeth, I screeched as the orgasm finally pierced me like a spear of hot ice plunging through me. My body tried to rear up and convulse, but Alistair held me steady, pressed against the table, never losing the rhythm of his metronomic pumping while I lost all sense of reality. The intensity of the orgasm burned through me, swelteringly hot and I think I must have blacked out for a moment.

When I came back to earth, Alistair was still hard inside me, still thrusting. What the hell was that thing made of?

He paused for a moment, not from exhaustion, but concern. "Okay?"

For all his roughness, he still cared. I managed to nod, but as he started up again, I reached back to put a hand against his belly. He stopped instantly and withdrew his ferociously hard cock. A little dazed, but defiant, I pushed myself up off the table and turned to face him. He looked flushed and his cock was an angry red that suited its fearsome nature, but still, he looked like he'd been for a light jog while I'd run seven consecutive marathons.

Which didn't mean he was in control. With one hand, I reached for his pulsing member—it seemed to twist in my grasp, fighting for freedom. With my other hand, I held Alistair's face, forcing him to look at me. No words passed between us but he knew what I meant—this time, he had to look me in the eye.

I hopped back up onto the table, spreading my legs and guiding Alistair's struggling cock between them. I pressed the angry head against my soft, wet folds and sighed in pleasure as he sunk back into me. My pussy seemed to act as a soothing balm on the fury of his weapon, filling my slick tunnel as deliciously as before, but less roughly. That had been what I wanted then, this was what I wanted now. As Alistair's full length was sheathed in me, I hugged him to me and turned up my head to meet his kiss. It was a moment of quiet and beautiful intensity between two people, the strains and stresses, the anger and guilt, all washed away in a gentle tide of unctuous pleasure. I felt full, and calm, and loved. Gently, we began to rock, my pussy squeezing at its handsome guest as Alistair began to move once more.

As the heat between us built, my whole self—body, mind and soul—centered on Alistair. I could feel every square inch of his organ, my sensitive lower lips slicking across the veins and ridges that stood proud against his aching shaft. We began to speed up. I felt Alistair's hands slide beneath my ass, and barely had time to hold on before he picked me up in his strong arms.

"Oh, Alistair..." My whole weight sank down onto his impaling rod, and I wallowed in a feeling of utter bliss.

With easy strength, Alistair took my weight and raised me up and down. I went where he took me, limp and pliant in his hands, allowing him to bring me again and again to heights of pleasure that made me tingle from top to toe. Sometimes he was still, planted like a statue in the middle of the room, only his hips moving; others, he would press me against the door, making it rattle on its hinges as I gasped; sometimes he would walk about, using the motion of his steps to set the rhythm; or let me hang backwards, my hair brushing the floor, confident in his ability to hold me, twisting me this way and that on the solid pivot of his hardness.

But not even Alistair could go forever, and I recognized the increasing strain in his breathing, the spreading flush in his cheeks as he grit his teeth against the inevitable.

"Bed," I whispered in his ear, and Alistair carried me there. It was the one place in the room we had not so far used and it was a relief for me to lie down at last—although Alistair seemed to have been doing most of the work. He continued to move against me but I could tell the moment was almost on him, and I was cresting again myself. I pulled him to me, grabbing him with all four limbs and running hands, feet, arms and legs across his sweat-slicked form, just to touch him. Our movements were becoming hard and frantic again, each driving the other to completion.

"Yes, darling, now," I gasped. "Come with me. Now!"

I looked up into his eyes and saw the intensity there. I clutched him to me, burying my head against him as my orgasm broke, as hot and intense as anything I had ever felt. He was only a split-second behind me, moaning and gasping as he claimed that long-deferred pleasure. The heat seemed to consume us both, melting us into one person and one pleasure; one raw, fierce pleasure that burned to the touch. I gulped his name as tears streamed down my face, seeming to sizzle as they touched my cheeks. He held me to him, still moving within me, still pumping dragon seed into my willing body as he cradled me to him.

This had not been easy for either of us, but we had done it and now there was no going back.

My choice had been made.