Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

PHILIP

I watch my bride as I hover over her, taking in the pounding of her heart. It’s rapid, like the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings. Somehow, it makes this moment even more erotic.

Deep in her dreamlike state, she must know I’m here. Can she feel my hot breath against her cold skin? Can she feel my touch as I slide my fingers deep into her pussy, claiming what’s mine?

As if she can divine the nature of my thoughts, her inner walls clamp around my thick digits, drawing a ragged groan from my lips. The dragon preens at her response to us, reminding me in guttural tones how she was created solely for our pleasure.

Testing the theory out, I reach up with my free hand and glide around her nipple. Instantly, it goes taut, the hardened peak begging for my lips. Fingers still buried deep in her pussy, I lean over, wrapping the thin point of the dragon’s tongue around and squeeze.

Again, her inner walls flutter about as arousal coats my hand. My dirty princess likes the pain we cause her. I tighten the tongue even more, watching Briar’s body as I torment her. Still, she doesn’t move.

If I didn’t feel life pulsing along her tight channel, I’d be convinced she was dead. Such a great farce the witch caused with her counter-blessing. Unless that was the plan all along.

A thought niggles in the back of my brain, wondering if all this show is for me. What would the evil witch care if Briar were dead? I’m the one she took issue with, and not her. I’m the abomination.

The dragon ripples inside me, anger burning just as hot as it did on the battlefield. All of this to keep me from claiming my bride. If I found any humor in the situation, I’d have to laugh, but I cannot find anything other than the rage burning hot like molten lava deep in my soul.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I straddle her body, stroking my cock as I contemplate my actions. Should I wake Briar up so she can see what I’m about to shove into her? Or should I be kind and merciful, allowing her first time with me to be while she’s asleep and unable to stop it?

A smile quirks my lips as I look down at my bride. With her gift of obedience, it wouldn’t make a difference either way. Deep inside, the dragon struggles. I know his thoughts as intimately as my own. He wants to be the one to claim and tame her, to chain her to him as his forever bride.

But I cannot break my toy. Not yet. Not until I’ve taken everything else from her. More than that, I must have answers. As she’s the only one left who can give them, I have to keep her wanting the ferocity of my love.

She will be so desperate to please me, she will do anything I command, even if her mind rejects it. She has no choice. Her body has no choice. The good witches saw to that. I will bend and twist her to my will until she wants nothing more than to be a plaything for the Dragon King.

Gripping the base of my cock, I will the dragon to stand down. He will have his day with her. Today, however, her first time will be with me and me alone. I am the man she was promised to. Just because the dragon resided inside me, dormant until I allowed him out, he has no claim over her.

My body twists and writhes above Briar as he and I battle it out. Sweat pours down my back as the dragon’s features fade and re-surge, over and over until I finally get him back inside where he belongs.

I’m not na?ve enough to know he’ll stay there forever. It will take a lot to satisfy his blood lust. Thankfully, I have the perfect vessel to pour my needs onto. Eventually, the dragon bends to my will, appeased by knowing she will still feel his wrath.

Inching down her delectable body, I spread her thighs wide. Arousal glistens on her lower lips, twinkling in the firelight surrounding us. If only our lives were different. If only her family didn’t betray my own. If only we were allowed to let our love blossom instead of being poisoned by hate.

I line up my cock with her entrance, notching the tip just inside. My breathing comes in harried gasps as I stare at the juncture of her thighs, our place of joining. Once I do this, I cannot return.

I know this.

The dragon knows this.

And somewhere deep in her mind, Briar knows this.

A roar erupts from my throat as I surge in, claiming my bride as she sleeps beneath me. With one long stroke, I impale her, pushing past the flimsy barrier of her innocence and taking her virginity as my prize.

She. Is. Mine.

No , the voice snarls back. Ours .

Briar is ours, and no one will take her from our grasp. Not even the words of a dead witch will keep her from truly belonging to us. Deep inside, the dragon writhes in contentment at this union.

Pulling out, I note the hint of pink coating my cock. Her virginal blood. It makes the beast inside roar with satisfaction. Now no one can take her from us. We are bound in blood.

I fall down to my elbows, caging her body in mine. She fits so perfectly underneath me, her curves molding to my hard muscles as if we were designed for this very moment. She’s so small, so fragile, so perfect.

For a moment, the sentimental part wishes to slow my strokes, allowing her to enjoy it as much as I am. But the dragon won’t let me forget the betrayal. She must pay for her actions in this.

Even if she didn’t cause them directly, she didn’t stop them either. She fell into her eternal slumber with Dragon’s Bane guarding every inch. More than that, her diary damns her even more than her actions.

She fell for the witch’s trick. She did her best to deny me her body. She doesn’t get the luxury of a gentle copulation, not with what she did to me. Inside, the dragon rages, wishing to claw at her skin as he ravages her.

But I don’t let him. I can’t let him. Not until I know just what her body can take. While I have no problem pushing her to her known limits, those within the normal bounds of a human, I don’t want to lose her. I can’t lose her. And if the dragon was thinking with anything other than his rage, he’d know that too.

Bending my head low, I inhale her scent, noting the difference now that I’m fucking her. It’s deeper, somehow, far more decadent and enticing. Perhaps it’s her arousal? Whatever it is, it’s intoxicating. I fear I can get addicted to it quite easily.

Briar still doesn’t move as I piston in and out, only inching back and forth with the ferocity of my thrusts. My arms and the pillow cushion her head as I slam into her, over and over. Her inner walls flutter and clench as her own release builds alongside mine. At this rate, it won’t take either of us too long to finish.

Should I awaken her now? Allow her to feel our bodies joining while coherent enough to appreciate it? But even as those thoughts flit through my mind, the dragon snarls, refusing to show mercy. Perhaps it’s for the best. With a groan, I slide my hand down Briar’s hip, anchoring her to me as I bottom out. So close. So fucking close.

Sweat pours down my back as I undulate up and down, punishing her pussy with each hard stroke. The dragon battles within me, desperate for her to feel him, too. My nails turn to talons as I struggle to keep him at bay.

Unfortunately, with my mind so discombobulated with the pleasure flowing through me, I find it harder to keep him locked away. The sharp nails dig into her fragile skin, sending crimson drops of blood down to the sheets below.

My cock swells and expands, not quite engorging to the point where I’d worry about breaking her, but thicker. I’m so thick, so hard, I can barely thrust in and out. Painful arousal skitters down my spine as desperation claws at me.

Grunting, I continue to fuck her, not caring that each thrust brings a smearing of pink onto my cock. All I can think about is my release. A knot swells at my base as my balls draw up. The dragon’s knot. The one part of him I allow to intrude on this moment.

Tingles race up and down my spine as I lean in close, my lips barely hovering above hers. Just one kiss. One kiss and she’ll wake up to find herself stuffed with my cock.

Once more, I slam my hips forward as I come. The knot swells, locking us together as one. Before the dragon can stop me, I place my lips against hers, hoping against hope that it will work.

Nothing.

My heart plummets as she lies there, barely breathing.

But then, she writhes beneath me. Her screams of pleasure fill the space, ringing around my ears.

My little princess is awake.

Before she can realize what she’s doing, her arms come up, grabbing me around my shoulders. Her nails score my back as she writhes beneath me. My little bride is a hellcat and seems to desperately adore the filthy things I’m doing to her.