Hoarded by the Dragon (Monstrous Matches, #4)

by Lillian Lark

To all the badasses who became badasses with babies… and who read books where the guy has two cocks, I see you.

I’m going to die today, and it’s because of my amazing ass.

Best opening line 2025 nominee

There are odd arrangements of pillows around the room. The big kind that could double as beds. It’s as if orgies take place here… and maybe they do.

Foreshadowing ???

I identify the latches at the bottom of the case just as something brushes against my ass.

Strong arms capture me against a hard body. A hand wraps around my throat and squeezes just enough to keep me from being able to scream. I can barely breathe.

“We can work something out,” I say instead. Criminals evade capture not because they are smart, but because they can pivot. I may have forsaken the criminal life… but in my soul, I still am one. No matter how much I try to make amends.

“I think,” I whisper. “That I’d be terrible eating.” His laugh is cruel, and something sharp drags against the sweating skin of my throat that feels distinctly like teeth. “Maybe. And maybe not.”

And beautiful, in a terrifying way. Like how I’d imagine a fallen angel to look, if that angel had glittery black scales to accompany his cutting, light-colored eyes.

He’s mostly humanoid in appearance and the peak of masculine beauty with smooth skin and defined muscles. The glittering scales keep him from passing as a human. They cover talon-tipped hands and line the sides of his ethereal face, blending into his dark hairline.

My eyes widen. “You’re doing something to me.” The accusation would be silly since I’m the one violating his space, but the way my body wants to approach the predator in front of me is alarming. I can admire a sexy man as much as the next person, but it’s never gotten in the way of my focus.

“An exchange?” he asks, his eyes narrowing. I have his attention now. His attention and consideration. I swallow. “You let me leave, no involving the Council… and I get the figurine.”

Kalos glares at me. “And what will you give me?” “Whatever you want—tonight,” I add. “Whatever will assuage… your pain.”

Breed her. The instinct of my beast, no matter that it’s impossible, is ludicrous. This is ludicrous. Madness on every level. Collect her. Keep her. Hoard her.

“You’ve never had sex with a dragon before,” I say, wanting the woman to at least be forewarned. “My kind are very rare, thief.”

I tilt my head and let the robe suffocating me fall to the ground in a last attempt to scare her away. The way her eyes widen when they fall to my cocks is gratifying. “Oh,” she squeaks.

“Still wanting to sell yourself to me for the night, thief?” I ask, mocking. I stroke my upper cock idly; the tip already weeps with the need to take everything that she’s offering.

She thinks she’ll have to take them at the same time. Though the idea of thrusting into both of her holes is arousing, that isn’t what this heat demands.

Her breasts are small, and I itch to suck on her hard nipples.

The cocks are phallic in shape, with a spongy head like a man’s, but the similarities end there. Barely visible iridescent scales gleam over his torso and legs. His skin darkens to gray near his pelvis and reddens into a deep purple at his genitals. White fluid drips from the head of the cock Kalos strokes, and my mouth waters with the need to taste it.

My hands slide up his body, and each moment I absorb the heat of him pushes my arousal higher. He squeezes my arms before cursing and loosening his grip. His cocks throb against my stomach, smearing wetness across the skin there even as my own wetness wells between my legs.

With speed I can hardly track, he grabs my hair, and his mouth is on mine. My gasp turns into a groan. He tastes like cinnamon and the scent of campfire. My knees buckle when he presses my body hard against his. His erections dig into my stomach and make me weak.

“Patience, little queen,” he purrs, and the endearment stuns me. “I won’t be taking you just once.” His hand goes to the back of my knee to spread my legs wider. “So wet already.”

Something about saying his name, begging for it, has his eyes flashing. Instead of being filled with him, like I expected, he drops down my body. His mouth coming to where I’m wet.

The groan of him when he tastes me thrums through my body, and I shiver.

He changes the grip of his hands to behind my knees again and spreads me wide for his feast.

It feels amazing, but he’s not licking me for my benefit. He’s devouring me for his. When his tongue catches all the arousal caught in my folds, he moves on to where it’s smeared on my inner thighs.

When my thighs are clean, his whole face buries into my core and that tongue slides deep inside me.

My hips rock against his face as he tongues me. Each vicious lap strokes parts of my insides I didn’t think could be reached by this appendage.

He must hear me through whatever vicious haze he’s in because his tongue finally retreats and his mouth covers my clit, sucking.

My thinking isn’t clear enough for me to analyze the sensation of the touch of the supple head of cock nudging at my entrance. He forges into me without pause, and my gasp turns into a yelp at the tight flash of pain. I’m so wet, but it’s still a stretch to take him.

His thrusts are short and deep, as if he can’t stand to slide his cock out enough to do a full thrust.

He’s rutting into me. This is conquering of the flesh and it’s as visceral as it is disconnected. He’s fucking me like I’m a doll made to receive him… and I like it.

Kalos makes a vicious sound and holds himself deep. His cock kicks as he comes, and I make a sound of disbelief at the quickness of it. An unforgiving heat spreads inside me, and I stiffen in shock at the sensation. I’ve never felt a man come inside me before, but something tells me that this heat is unique to him.

“The first release has healing properties, among other things.” “What other things?” I ask.

His response is to slowly drag his cock from my body before re-entering me just as slowly. My lashes flutter shut as my belly quivers. “Oh,” I gasp. I’m sensitive now. As if he’s embedded some of the fire of his desire into my very skin. My body throbs and tightens. The gasping weariness from before is replaced with the build of need.

He keeps his slow pace, fully sheathing himself each time. This leisurely invasion allows for me to pick up each new sensation like tasting wine.

I’m so wet that the penetration is an easy slide except for… something I can’t quite make out. My pussy stretches and accepts each inch of him, but his shaft isn’t all the same thickness.

“Holy fuck! Is your cock ribbed?”

“Just one of them. Does it meet with your approval?” The teasing question makes my cheeks burn. I swallow. “Carry on!”

“Does my little queen like the feel of my cock?”

“Tell me how it feels.” His order is a purr that has me wanting to trip over myself to do what he says. “So good. Like you’re massaging my insides.” “That’s exactly what it’s doing.” His voice is little more than a growl now. “Massaging and preparing your body for what comes next. Preparing you to take my seed.”

I don’t have much time to wonder about this new need sparking in my core, with each thrust of Kalos inside me, his lower cock slides wetly through my folds, brushing my clit. I press back into him and curse as his other cock grinds against me harder.

“That’s it. Strangle my cock inside you.” His snarl is resonant and adds to the crescendo of my pounding heart.

Kalos hisses, and the release that fills me this time is a warm flush that doesn’t end. I cry out in surprise at the new, heavy ache of pressure. When I stiffen, Kalos groans a curse and fills me more, he releases my hair to hold my hips tight to him. His cum overfills me.

He presses his hand against mine with more purpose as he pulls himself from my body, using my hand to… “stopper” myself.

It’s quick, and in the next moment he’s laying me down on a soft surface. One of the giant pillows strewn around the room.

There’s still a pulse of arousal that has steadily been increasing. I slide my hand away from my opening, and the ooze of his seed out of me has my body tensing in loss. Kalos comes over me, slowly, bracing himself with an arm above my head. “Hungry, little queen?”

“Yes. I’m so empty now.” My lips tremble. “We can’t have that.” He nuzzles my ear and I shiver. His lips brush my cheek before his mouth takes mine.

How am I going to leave this in the morning? That’s an issue for future Katarina.

His upper shaft is still damp from before, it’s not as hard as it was, but it’s still not soft. The huff of breath against my cheek when I slide my hand down the ridges that pleasured me a moment ago reminds me not to get distracted.