Page 27 of The Dragon Prince's Rejected Mate
“And you?” I ask.
He smiles broadly, “Are you seriously asking the crown prince whether or not he agrees with his father the king?”
“You dragons can deal with all your royalty and politics,” I say, “Right now, you tell me what you think.”
“You already know the answer to your question,” he says and he pulls me to him, kissing me hard. Of course, he’s right, and I don’t press the issue any longer. Of course, when I’m naked on top of a mountain and his mouth is once again bringing me to heights of pleasure that are higher than the mountain, it’s not as if I’d manage to say more than, “Yes!” in the midst of my profanity-laced moans.
I don’t know how I can really describe the wonder of staring at clouds while his tongue works between my legs. Add to that the breeze that blows over me. The breeze should be chilling me to the bone but it doesn’t. I don’t understand that. There’s also something strange about the altitude. I don’t know if I’m being completely accurate when I say that I canhearthe air but that’s what it feels like up here. We’re above everything but there’s something almost like white noise that seems to scream silently all around me.
Yeah, I can’t explain it.
But his hands move over my naked body as his mouth does what it does. I can’t really comprehend how this situation is always so remarkable. I mean, how many times will any given instance end up being the best in all my experience? How is it even possible that it feels that way every single damned time? I don’t understand that at all.
But I understand pleasure. When I scream, “Yes! Fuck, yes! Please… please…”, I most definitely understand pleasure. I can’t finish my request but it doesn’t really matter because Aiden knows exactly what I want and soon he’s on top of me. I have to say that there is nothing in this life that prepares me for feeling him inside of me while I’m in the middle of orgasm and clinging tightly to his back while staring upward and the white sky. I don’t know why I’m not freezing. I’m sure it can’t be any warmer than forty degrees Fahrenheit up here. I’m not freezing though. I’m warm.
Again, the silent noises of the air thunder around me. I feel like I’m part of this, like I’m as much a part of this place as the clouds, the sky, the breeze, the summit, and Aiden.
“Aiden!” I cry as my orgasm hits me harder. Oddly, I immediately feel self-conscious about shouting like that. So much for confident and comfortable! I moan loudly and wrap both of my legs around his midsection, moving my body rapidly beneath him. I don’t recall going this crazy before but of course, I know that a lot of how I interpret things at the moment is simply what’s going on in my head.
And that is the key. It has to be. Sex with this man isn’t in any way rare or new. I most certainly can’t describe sex with him as boring or anything like boring but it isn’t a brand new idea to me, not some strange new world to explore. Aiden knows my body better than any other man and I know his body enough that I can’t remember the last time I felt anything other than confident when I was with him. Sex with Aiden is good. Hell, it’s great. It sometimes feels like I must be the most sexually fulfilled woman on Earth!
Aiden engages my naughty side, my slutty side, which is remarkable. He never seems intimidated by my fantasies or desires and he never seems to think of those desires as something unworthy of his attention. On the contrary, he seems to enjoy that I’m a sexual being, desirous of sensual stimulation and pleasure. I have absolutely no complaints at all about our life together so far but this… This orgasm is a step above all those in the past.
It has to be the way my head reacts. What the hell else could it be? It has to be the unique circumstances adding something to the mix that makes the physical pleasure go far beyond what I might expect. For fuck’s sake I was carried to this place in the talons of a dragon! I was carried to this mountain by a dragon who knew for a fact he would fuck me once we got here!
But it isn’t just that. It feels more like it has to do with our surroundings, the sense of exposure I’m surprised to experience. Exposure, like an audience is right around the corner. This isn’t the first time we’ve been together outside of the confines of walls but it sure as hell feels like something altogether different than the woods of the estate. I mean, it isn’t though there’s an audience at the moment. Still, maybe it’s the helplessness of being on top of the summit that makes me almost imagine one, thus increasing my sense of exposure.
Almost imagine one? Okay, that’s kind of bullshit. There’s no almost to it at all but it’s very easy to imagine an audience. It’s very easy to imagine someone staring at us, perhaps from the side, seeing Aiden’s body over mine and my reactions to each of his thrusts. It is very easy to imagine someone, male or female, staring and growing increasing aroused by my moans and the movements of my legs, my arms, and my hips as I react involuntarily to the pleasure running over me.
I thought also (and this was strange given the sheer naughtiness of an audience watching that my fantasizing would include it) that the spectators would be entranced not by the sex, although it had to be the sexiest sex imaginable, but by the fact that we didn’t behave at the moment like porn stars making a movie. We were making love and anyone watching would be unable to think of us as sex workers or sex performers. We were a couple making love in a strange place, the tallest stage in the world.
How the fuck do I always get lost in my head like this?
I might giggle at the way my mind works but then suddenly I think about that imaginary audience watching from behind Aiden. The image that floods my brain is far sexier than the first thoughts because in that position, they would actually see Aiden’s magnificent cock sliding into me. They would see my pussy stretched around the shaft, and they would see me lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. From the side we are a couple making love but from that angle, we’re fucking. We’re shagging. We’re doing the dirty deed. Whatever the hell you want to call it, it is hardcore, down and dirty sex. The contrast makes my orgasm explode with more force and I scream and move even faster.
Later, as we lay together and I wonder again at how I don’t feel freezing way up here nor do I find myself short of breath because of the thinness of the air, I tell Aiden how I imagined an audience watching us just because we were out in the open. “Crazy, huh?” I ask. “I mean, how the hell is anyone going to get up here to watch us?”
He chuckles and says, “Well, I can either call a bunch of dragons to show up or I can bring people up one by one. Just compile a list for me.”
I start giggling like crazy. “How about we keep the audience in my head?” He kisses my cheek and says, “As you wish, my love.”
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Aiden
I’m not bothering to pay attention to Lord Brantley. I have heard all of his rhetoric before. He wants dragons to reveal themselves and get involved now to guide the course of the world. Of course, he wants to guide the course of the world ostensibly for the benefit of dragons but essentially for his own benefit. I glance at Brooke more than once.
She reacts in ways that make no sense to me. Actually, they make a great deal of sense to me but the ways she reacts seem, nonetheless, impossible to believe. There was no period of time for disbelief. There was no fighting the reality of my existence. When we disclose our true form to a human, there is always a period of rebellion to that reality. She also doesn’t rebel against… Well, she fits in at the table, the only human not here to pour drinks or serve in other ways. She accepts the reality of dragons and lives in that reality.
This is impossible although there is something burned deeply in the human consciousness that already believes in our existence. From a mythological perspective, cultures all over the world speak of dragons. Dragons are seen as powerful creatures, featured in numerous stories, legends, and art throughout history. Furthermore, many cultures consider dragons to be symbols of strength, wisdom, and good fortune just as many consider them symbols of fear, danger, and death.
Most of our scholars believe all dragon mythology comes from ancient peoples’ interactions with real dragons. Human thoughts place dragons as one of the most fascinating mythical creatures that have been part of the human imagination for thousands of years. Of course, we know it is not just imagination but think about it from that perspective. Nearly every culture around the world has a story or myth about dragons, despite having no scientific evidence of their existence. In fact, if a dragon dies, the corpse becomes human immediately.
In Chinese culture, dragons are revered as symbols of power, good luck, and prosperity. According to legend, the dragon was born out of two of the most powerful forces in Chinese culture, water, and the heavens. Chinese mythology suggests that dragons were originally benevolent creatures, tasked with governing the elements and regulating the weather. However, over time, they became more feared, and their image began to change. In some stories, dragons are seen as evil creatures that cause chaos in the human world.
In Greek mythology, dragons were seen as guardians of treasure and sacred objects. In some stories, it was believed that dragons had healing powers, and that their blood could cure illnesses. The idea of dragons in Greek mythology is thought to have originated from the stories of serpents and snakes that guarded important temples or treasures. In Norse mythology, dragons and their related cousins, the wyverns, were believed to be dangerous creatures, often associated with chaos and destruction. In some tales, Vikings would throw swords at dragons to try and kill them, but the dragons' thick hides would prevent the swords from penetrating. Dragons in Norse mythology were often depicted as snake-like or lizard-like, with wings and sharp teeth.
In Hindu mythology, dragons are known asnagas. They are often depicted as half-human, half-snake figures, sometimes with multiple heads. Naga were believed to live in the underworld, where they guarded valuable treasures and provided support to deities. In some Hindu stories, dragons were seen as protectors of the divine and would serve as guardians of holy sites. The half-human part is important, of course, as it metaphorically tells a truth about us that most cultures miss.