Page 54 of Dragon King’s Bullied Mate

Because dragons did not love or protect their mates halfway. It became more of an obsession and Mikael could already feel the edges of that obsession forming inside him with alarming speed. Claiming her right there in the frozen forest wasn’t exactly an ideal situation, but it would do for lack of other options.

Lyra stared at him for one breathless moment. “It’s exactly what I want.”

The words shattered the last of his control. Mikael kissed her again, harder this time. A bed of snow would be cold, but he was certain they wouldn’t notice with the heat coming off them. Lyra grabbed the front of his coat as though anchoring herself to him before she suddenly pulled away just enough to catch his hand.

“Come with me,” she whispered. Mikael followed without hesitation.

She led him down a narrow trail behind the cottage toward a small greenhouse that sat in a stand of pines. Its glass walls reflected the winter sky while snow gathered along the edges of the roof. Warmth wrapped around them the moment they stepped inside. Rich earth and winter blooms filled the air with soft sweetness as Lyra hurried breathlessly past rows of plants toward the small supply room tucked into the back corner.

The second the door closed behind them, Mikael had her against him again. The storm inside his chest had not vanished exactly, because the dragon still paced possessively beneath his skin while Lyra rested against him with flushed cheeks and tangled hair in the dim light. For the first time in days Mikael no longer felt fractured apart by fear and suspicion.

Only certainty.

As soon as the door was closed, Mikael lifted her off the ground and carried her to the large table against the wall. He swept the various pots to the ground and sat her on the edge. Luckily the table seemed sturdy.

Lyra murmured against his lips. “Looks like I started that something you warned me about.”

Her breasts were crushed to his chest as he kissed her. With a growl, he nuzzled her neck. "I'm pretty sure we could finish that something right here. But you have to be absolutely sure."

Lyra arched into him as she returned his kisses in a silent answer. jackets went flying. Their breath came in mists but neither of them felt the cold.

She raised her arms and he slid her shirt off before he unclasped her bra and nuzzled her bare breasts with his face, her nipples already at taut peaks.

“Are you sure no one will come looking for us?” he asked in a voice heavy with want.

“They’ll never know we’re out here,” was her only response.

Nothing else mattered at that point. It was just the two of them in the most primitive setting they could imagine, with nothing but each other. Everything else just faded away as his tongue flicked her nipples and she gasped in pleasure.

“This isn’t the ideal situation for this,” Mikael groaned.

“It’s ideal enough.” Lyra’s fingers fumbled with his belt. “We just need to be quick so we don’t freeze to death in compromising positions.”

He wiggled his hips enough that she was able to slide his cock out of his pants. She struggled to get her own jeans down, and he cupped her ass to try and keep it off the cold surface of the table. She slid to the edge and spread her legs as much as she could.

“It won’t always be this awkward.” Mikael captured her mouth again with his own.

“Just do me already.”

Mikael was shocked at her own wanton behavior, but his body was on fire with need to be inside her. He needed no further invitation and buried himself deep inside her in a single thrust. He teased and taunted her with each stroke. Despite the cold, he took his time and ignored her urgency.

He pulled a hand free and caught her nipple between his fingers. The sharp tweak of pain made her squeal as desire swamped over her. He could feel her tighten around him as she almost climaxed from the collision of pain and pleasure, but Mikael slowed and caught her lips again.

While she returned his kisses, Lyra couldn’t resist wiggling to make him thrust again. Need completely took over and his body screamed for release.

“We don’t have time to waste,” she managed to gasp. “Finish it.”

This wasn’t about making love. This was primal lust that needed to be sated. There was no romance, no decorum, just plain old sex that needed to fulfill their passion.

Thrust after thrust built to a frenzied pace until he couldn’t hold back any longer. “I can’t hold back.”

She mumbled something and then cried out his name as they climaxed together, an orgasmic explosion of feelings and sensations. She stiffened against him as she rode the passion before she went limp.

His cock gave a final twitch inside her before he was completely spent. His forehead rested on her shoulder as she tried to find the energy just to breathe.

“Next time, we take our time,” he finally gasped.

“Next time we won’t be out in the cold.”