Page 35 of Desired By the Dragon

It was a good thing that dragons didn’t burn.

I licked my lips, my voice husky with desire, “I’m yours.”

He nodded, a primal gleam in his eye. “Good. Now come here.”

I didn’t move. “And you?”

He hesitated, fingers curling around the arms of the chair. “Me?”

I stalked closer, hips swaying and letting him get a glimpse of my bare leg through the slit in the dress. “Are you mine?”

Despite the fact that I could read the answer in every line of his body, Max still waited a beat before answering me. “Kiernan, I’ve been yours since you pulled me into the bathroom at the Kraken’s Keep.”

I flushed, unsure if the words were just part of the foreplay or if he meant them, but nothing in his clear-eyed gaze told me the answer.

“Now,” he said, reaching out and tugging me the last bit of distance by the backs of my thighs. “Will you please take off this dress, before I rip it off you.”

Smirking, I brushed a teasing kiss across his mouth, leaning back before he could deepen it. “Yes, sir.” His pupils blew wide, arousal thickening the air as the bulge in his slacks grew bigger, pressing insistently at the zipper. “Poor baby,” I simpered. “That looks painful.” Chuckling, I made sure I had his full attention and then lowered the zip on the side of the dress, stepping out of it and hiding my satisfaction at his ragged breath when he saw what I wore underneath. “Do you like it?” I did a little spin, showing off the way the material curved into my ass cheeks and rose high on my hips. “It came with a matching garter belt, but I didn’t want lines under my dress.”

The fire popped and crackled as I let him look his fill. The lingerie I’d chosen was a matching set in a deep purple — his dragon’s colors. There was something about wearing another’s color, especially when being intimate, that just drove dragons crazy.

“Fuck,” Max whispered and then he was out of the chair and taking me in his arms, hands clutching my waist as he dragged me against his still-clothed body. I pulled back gently and tugged at the hem of his shirt.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes.”

He grinned, cheeky and light. “Easily remedied.” Buttons clattered to the floor as he ripped it off and I gaped at the shredded material. The lines of his body peeked through, dark tattoos of flowers, flames, and words over corded muscle, making my core clench. His zipper lowered and he stepped out of his slacks, the muscles in his thighs bunching in fascinating ways when he crouched, and then he was in only his dark boxers. “Better?”

“Much,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss his throat, his jaw, and finally his lips. Fingers twined in my hair, stroking out my curls with a delicacy that made me shiver, and then we were walking backwards to the bed.

Max set me down first, the white sheets puffing up around me where he’d placed me in the centre of the bed. He climbed on after me, kneeling at the end of the bed and looking down on me like a man about to feast. Then he grabbed hold of my thighs and dragged me down the bed towards him. “I need to taste you.”

I nodded frantically, the groaned confession sending a bolt of heat straight to my clit. “Yes.”

He didn’t wait a second more, just pushed my lacy purple underwear to one side and parted me with his fingers before following the path with his tongue. “Fuck,” he whispered, mouth glistening. “Need you,” he muttered, eyes glazed over with lust as he eyed my pussy and stroked over my clit with one finger.

Then he dove in, his mouth covering me as he licked and drank from me, lapping eagerly at my clit and using the flat of his tongue to dip inside me briefly as he worked his way back up.

I gasped, legs straining wider as my hips rose to meet his mouth, needing more. Two fingers curled into me, rubbing my sensitive inner walls as Max resumed suckling my clit.

He didn’t let up until my legs were shaking and his cock was leaking pre-cum on my thigh. I could tell his control was fraying, purple scales appearing on his skin and fading in and out.

“Give me everything,” I murmured and his breath shuddered through his strong form.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Yes. Please, Max, I need it.”

The partial change fell over him, claws emerging where his fingertips had been and scales traveling up and over his arms and along his thighs. “I want you to take control,” he murmured, the words thick and I knew his teeth must have elongated and sharpened. He lifted me gently, careful not to scratch my skin with his claws, and then he settled me on his lap. “Use me,” he growled and I bit my lip on a moan, rocking against him eagerly and gasping at the sensation of his ridged double dragon cock against my pussy and sensitive clit.

I unclipped my bra and his eyes immediately fell to my breasts before one hand came up to gently trace my nipple. There was warmth in his eyes, a tenderness on his face that felt at odds with the sheer desire coursing through my veins as I leaned forward and took him into me.

We both moaned, his cocks pushing into my pussy in tandem, each rubbing a different internal spot, and I fought not to come immediately as he stretched me out.

I found my self-control a moment later and began to move, rocking in his lap slow at first and then faster, setting the pace and torturing him with tight circles of my hips. I moved over him, losing myself to pleasure and the lightness in my chest, like he’d somehow taken all my worries and locked them away inside himself. It was a connection like nothing I’d ever felt.

“Kier,” he panted and I moaned in response, chasing the high that only Max could give me. I leaned down against him, my breasts crushed to his chest as our lips met in a messy kiss and Max fucked up into me, hips pistoning faster and faster as I met his thrusts with my body, eagerly. “Kier,” he warned, and I whined, grateful he understood what I needed without being asked as his hand fell between us to stroke my clit.

I clamped down around his cocks, milking every spurt of hot come from him with my whole body shaking as I came, Max shouting as he filled me.