Page 75 of The Dragons’ Eternal Mate

My walls clenched around him as his knot bumped against my entrance, rubbing over my clit. I may have been going crazy, but that thing felt a lot larger than it had before.

Each thrust stole the air from my lungs, my head buzzed, and all I could focus on was Orsen. The way he felt inside me, how his cock stretched me—his knot promised even more.

Mewling, I forced myself to hold his gaze, sighing and moaning as he fucked without mercy. I didn’t want it. I wanted him. I wanted this.

The overwhelming desire to be bitten washed over me. I wanted him to possess me in every way. I loved Orsen with everything in me, both the man and the beast, and something about now felt important, finding each other after the risk of death, claiming pleasure after he’d done what needed doing to protect us in that clearing today.

“Please, Alpha. I want your knot,” I panted, nipping at his earlobe. The hand tangled in my hair had gone lax, the energy going into the pounding he was giving me, but he quickly regained control, tilting my head back and nipping at my neck, never slowing his pace.

“You’ll have it,” he growled.

In another perfect, single thrust, Orsen was completely inside me. His knot stretched my pussy, making me cry out. But it felt perfect; he was right where he belonged. I hooked my legs around him, rising to meet his thrusts so he was as deep as possible. It was so much, so rough and demanding, and I was flying on a cloud, my pussy humming and fluttering as I approached that euphoric cliff. I pulled Orsen’s face to me, kissing him through the scratches and sweat, taking all of him in as he claimed me, wearing his victory painted on his skin.

I need him.

Humans technically didn’t need to bite a dragon to seal a mate bond, but I couldn’t resist. If he was going to mark me, I wanted to mark him right back.

Given the iron grip he had on the back of my neck, I couldn’t do much, so I waited for the perfect moment when my lips were close to him.

Ignoring his hold, I lurched forward, my teeth sinking into the flesh of his pec and biting down.

Hard.

The reaction was instant. Orsen roared, rearing back. The look he gave me… well, it certainly wasn’t human.

My ass left the counter as I was turned and then bent over, he was thrusting back into me within a second. The new angle made me see stars, and my toes curled as he set a punishing pace. The hand that had been wrapped around my hair now came to rest on my throat. Not holding tight enough to restrict my airflow, but enough to exert his dominance.

My hands scrabbled for purchase on the counter, but it was useless. I was completely under Orsen’s control and was more than okay with it. As my release started to grow, my pussy clenched down on his cock. My nipples pressed against the cool countertop while I tried to push my hips back to weakly meet his thrusts.

With a roar and a particularly violent pistoning of his hips, Orsen bottomed out, his already-growing knot pushing deeper inside me as he shamelessly chased his own release.

“Mine,” he snarled, his voice deep and dragon-like as his teeth pressed into the crook of my neck. He bit down, breaking the skin, a satisfied snarl rumbling from his chest, making my skin vibrate.

My world was obliterated. A keening cry escaped me as my body convulsed under Orsen’s attention. His hand was no longer on my throat, but resting on the counter next to my head as he pushed himself as deep as possible, his cock throbbing with his release.

“My mate,” he cooed, kissing my neck, pulling back, and admiring his mark.

“Your mate.” I sighed, melting onto the counter, utterly spent.

For so long, all I could hear was breathing, us coming down from that impossible high. Eventually, I had enough wherewithal to groan and adjust my arm into a more comfortable position. It was quiet for a moment longer, and I looked over my shoulder to see the feral features slowly receding from Orsen’s face and hands.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing the hair out of my face. We were stuck in that rather awkward position for the foreseeable future, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Never better, mate.” I smiled, craning my head to kiss him.

“Well, don’t get too comfortable.” He chuckled darkly. “We’re not done with you yet.”

I glanced over at the others, my pulse skittering. The three of them were looking at me hungrily.

Rowan

While Orsen waited to deflate, he took every opportunity to touch me, his hands mapping out every curve of my body. He was particularly fond of brushing his fingers over his bite mark on my shoulder. Every time he did, it sent a zap of pleasure through my core.

It was going to be far more intense for the dragons, but I still felt some of that potency in the bond mark. And if this was the case with just one of them, I had to imagine that having all four was going to make that little zap a lot stronger.

The moment we separated, Orsen scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and carried me toward the bedroom.

Still totally naked.