Dragon's Melody by Ophelia Bell Page A

out of her pussy, trailing upward until they pressed wetly at the tight pucker of her asshole. His other hand took over the gentle finger fucking he’d been giving her while he traced tiny circles around her asshole with the juices clinging to his fingertips.
    She began to shake from the effort of supporting herself and the unbearable need to come. She was so close already.
    “Not like that, if that’s what you mean,” she managed to answer while silently begging that he shove those wet fingers into her ass so she could have the release she needed so much.
    “What do you think I mean?” Garen pressed one fingertip a little harder. She tried to answer but only stuttered out a few unintelligible syllables. “Do you think I mean taking two cocks at once? One in your pussy—” He let a third finger join the first two in fucking her, “—and one in your pretty little rosy ass?” He pushed his other finger just far enough into her to make her cry out. So fucking close, if he’d only just ….
    “Yes, like that. Oh God, please fuck me.”
    “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, Melody?”
    “No, but if you want to, you can.” Now, please.
    “Is that what you would like me to do?”
    She let out a frustrated moan and tried to press back further into him, but he didn’t budge. “I’d like you to do whatever you want to me, Garen. Please. Let me come.”
    “What I want is irrelevant,” he said. His touch disappeared, followed by a gentle tug to the hem of her dress, pulling it back to cover her bottom again. “I think you’re ready to meet Skye. You may turn around.”
    Disconcerted by the overwhelming arousal that raged within her, she only stared blindly at her hands. Her fingers curled, nails digging into the surface of the desk. Comprehension of the last few minutes escaped her.
    “But …” she began, her mind tumbling over all the words of protest. He’d said she could object and they could compromise, right? “I object,” she said, at a loss for any other words.
    “Oh?”
    “You said I could object. I object to you stopping.”
    “Ah. Turn around, Melody.”
    “Not until you fuck me properly . Even if you use that inhuman tongue of yours and not your cock.” She snapped her eyes shut, instantly mortified. Garen had never used his tongue, so she had no way of knowing if his was as talented as Kol’s. But his voice and touch sent the same delicious chills through her, and his pale eyes seemed to glow the way Kol’s did when he looked at her.
    “What did you say?” Garen whispered.
    She turned to face him and braced herself, clutching the desk behind her. He looked worried, his brows clenched and his eyes opened a little wider than they’d been when he had started teasing her. For a split second she felt bad about her outburst. He’d sent her so close to the edge of oblivion she was still teetering and trying to regain some balance.
    “You aren’t quite human, are you?”
    He blanched. “Why would you say that?” His reaction made her even more certain her intuition about him—and about Kol—was correct.
    “Why would a corporate transfer interview involve you working me up to madness and then not getting me off?”
    “Because Skye is particular about doing the honors himself. I work for him. And my explicit instructions are to arouse you and nothing more.”
    His voice sounded strained. A wisp of his pale hair had fallen farther down his forehead, almost obscuring one eye. She wanted to reach up and push it back, to see both eyes clearly. To try to understand him better, at least.
    “Well, you’ve done your job. Is there a rule against telling me why?” She hadn’t intended the bitter note in her voice, but it was too late when she realized how she’d sounded.
    Garen sighed and looked at the ground. He seemed to be contemplating his answer very deliberately. His fists clenched and he raised his head to look at her. “I’m not quite human, but I can’t tell you more