THIRTY EIGHT

Kivrayn

My tail flicks and the scales on the back of my neck stiffen with tension as I consider how to tell Loren about the mating bite without having her run from me again.

Probably mission impossible.

I clear my throat. “You remember I told you that dragons mate for life?”

She nods.

“And that when you touched part of my hoard, I could feel it...”

She nods again, eyes narrowing. Then her hand flies to her neck and she launches to her feet. “What did you do?”

There’s not a submissive bone in my whole body, but I still fall to my knees at her feet. “I couldn’t help it. You need to understand. It’s fate.”

She doesn’t say anything. That’s when I really start to worry.

“Loren, I tried to fight it, believe me—”

“Oh no. If you’re about to do some bullshit Mr. Darcy speech about how you love me despite your wishes, you can get right back up again.”

I growl. “Would you be serious? I do love you. Despite all my pig-headedness. I didn’t see it until I was forced to, but now I do. Believe me. You’re impossible. Stubborn. Unruly—”

“Kivrayn?”

I stop. “What?”

“Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind.”

I’m smart enough to know when not to push my luck. I push her back onto the bed, crawl over her and kiss her soundly, until she’s writhing under me. Deftly, I unbutton the jeans again and shove my hand inside to tease at her clit.

When she’s moaning into my mouth, I pause and search her face. “Then you accept the mating claim?”

“Kivrayn!”

“Do you?”

“You can’t ask me that at a time like this,” she groans, her hips rolling, seeking more pleasure. I hold still.

“I’m asking.”

“I’m not answering,” she insists. “Even if you won’t make me come.”

Stubborn creature! I will ask her again when she is drunk from coming so hard.

Extending my claws, I rip straight through her jeans until I can yank them completely from her body. Before she can protest, I drag her to the end of the bed and bury my nose against her pussy, drawing in a long, deep breath.

Mine.

This pussy is mine and her pleasure will be mine. She can’t deny me forever.

I flick my tongue over her creamy slit and groan with pleasure at the perfect flavor. Again and again, until I have to delve inside her to draw more of her moisture forth. I lave at her with my tongue, holding her close against my mouth, taking what I need.

Soon her hands tug at my horns, and she makes demanding little noises every time I move even a little from the ripe bud of her clit.

I do so many times just to hear her whimpers of frustration. Yet I can’t deny my own need is growing too. My cocks throb against my thigh.

I ignore them.

I should tease this out more. Have her begging. But I can’t. I only know how much I need her to come apart for me, to call my name. I’m dimly aware that I still can’t have her the way I want—both cocks stuffed inside her perfect pussy. It doesn’t matter. I’ve resisted until now. I can keep doing it.

I just need to make her see she needs this too.

When I fist my cocks and rub them through her wetness, her cute little human nails dig into my shoulders and she moans. I’ve never been with a human as fierce and hungry before. My limited experience of humans has always been of holding back. Of taking care not to hurt the soft little humans who wanted to play with me.

Not Loren.

When I slide into her, she meets my gaze, her eyes blazing with hunger. Her body opens to my invasion easily, and I wish I was sliding two cocks into her instead of one. Instead I push her legs up and pound into her. My head dips so our foreheads are almost touching.

Our eyes remain locked as I fuck her.

On instinct, my wings stretch out behind me, curtaining us in the moment. She reaches up and grabs hold of my horns. “More. Fuck me harder.”

A laugh bursts from me. “Little brat. You want me to make you sore tomorrow?”

She grins. “Go on. I dare you.”

I get dangerously close to losing control then. Somehow I manage not to tear the room apart. Not to destroy her small body.

She is strong, though, despite her size.

With her legs wrapped around my waist, I lift her from the bed, still buried inside her. My upper cock nestles against her slickness and throbs in envy of the lower. When I slam her against the wall with a hand around her throat, all she does is moan in delight.

Her pussy pulses around me and nearly sends me over the edge.

Wings and muscles straining, I give her everything I have.

She takes it all.

Now her gaze locked on mine is a challenge. A gauntlet thrown down. Can I give her as much as she needs?

I make it my mission.

There’s a crack as I slam into her up against the wall. A tearing sound as my claws dig into the chipboard. She doesn’t even blink. “Yes. God yes. I love the way you fuck me.”

At least she loves that much. I will convince her yet .

“And I love the way your pussy feels around me. That fierce look in your eyes. And I love it when you come for me. Now come for me, little brat.”

Her pussy flutters. She squeezes her eyes shut, but I’m not having that.

I grip her by the chin roughly. She looks at me again and I feel it coming.

“Five.”

She nods.

“Four.”

Her mouth opens and I slip my thumb inside.

“Three.”

My knees almost buckle as she sucks on my finger.

“Two.”

I slam into her, grinding my pelvis against hers, forcing my second cock to rub against her clit.

“One.”

It begins instantly. Her channel tightens around me. Moisture gushes from her. Then her whole body begins to shake.

I hold on as long as I can.

In the end, the second wave of convulsions does me in. It’s like she’s coming a second time.

My hips thrust forward. My belly tightens.

Everything explodes in a moment of sheer bliss, and then I’m growling, pouring myself into her.

When it’s over, I stagger to the bed and we collapse in a sticky mess, still joined.

She makes no complaint and no attempt to push me off.

It takes me a while before I regain my breath.

Then I remember. I’m supposed to be making her come-drunk. With what remaining energy I have, I withdraw from her slowly and slide a hand to massage her clit.

She moans. “No. No more. Can’t take any more.”

I chuckle to myself. I’m not sure I have it in me either, but I’d sure as hell try if she wanted it.

I promise myself I’ll begin again when we’ve both had a little rest. I’ll let my kitchen staff know to bring us up something to eat and she can be my midnight snack.

But when I pull her into my arms, the feeling is so right that I drift to sleep without meaning to. All the tiredness from my long journey and the stress of being without her ambushes me and I’m out like a light.