One of her hands snaked down from her breasts, trailing a finger down her abdomen to nestle within the center of her pussy. Slowly, she made circles around her clit and her head tilted back as her legs opened even further, giving me a look at the glistening center I wanted to bury my tongue in. A soft, needy moan echoed through the cavern, and I swore it was instantly and permanently etched in my memory. It was the most spellbinding sound I’d ever heard, and I never wanted it to end.
As her head tilted back up, allowing her to gaze at me once more, I found that I could no longer keep my other eye closed. I wanted to see every minuscule detail that she was offering me with my dragon’s superior vision. Her fingers delved inside of her, setting a pace I took note of, before her other hand came down to resume the swirls of pressure from the pads of her fingers on her clit.
Pain pulsed through my cock with the need to release within her. To breed her and mark her as mine, so that no other dragon or drackya would ever question who she belonged to. I wanted her so full of my seed that it slowly dripped down those pretty thighs as she walked next to me, reminding her that my cock would be the only one she ever needed to satisfy her.
She wouldn’t need Brenson’s or whoever’s cock she’d claimed to see before.
I watched as her body tightened and her head dropped back again, her cries of pleasure growing in volume and quickening.
I wanted to wrap those legs around my shoulders and learn every inch of her pussy until she was trembling, realizing that I could give her everything she needed. She needn’t satisfy herself.
She’d see that not only could I protect and provide for her as a mate, but that I could devour her.
My feet began to move on their own accord. I could go down there now and prove it…No.I forced myself to still.
My lips parted and a growl rumbled through my chest as my beast suddenly surged to the surface, detesting the restraint that I only barely held onto. My bones begin to shift, cracks and pops sounding as I felt the demand to give in to the dragon.
“Run,” I groaned quietly through the haze of futile resistance.
I couldn’t possibly protect her from what was coming. I should have recognized the surging possessive need to not only devour her, but dominate her. I’d been too lost in the shock of seeing her openly tempt me to recognize the direness of the situation.
She had no idea the danger she was tempting.
My dragon was determined to claim her, right here and now, by initiating the bond. She’d reciprocate or she’d die. My beast was too prideful to let her leave and find a different mate.
She wasmine.
Just as I lost myself to my primal urges, her cries of pleasure reached a crescendo and I watched as she relaxed, pulling her hands from her pussy as it spasmed.
A roar shook the cavern as I leapt into the open air before I could destroy my nook of the cavern with the shift. My wings snapped open, carrying me with ease to the springs. Despite the heat licking at my scales and making them shift with disgust of the steam billowing around them, I was focused on the way her face shifted from one of pleasure and shock to horror as I drew closer.
My wife.
My mate.
She was waiting for me.
As my large feet landed in the water, spraying her, she tried to push herself up the steps and away from me. Her mouth and eyes were wide as I watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
“Theo?” she called out, her voice shaking as she did.
My name on her lips instantly earned a rumble of approval as I lowered my snout to her chest. I inhaled the scent of her arousal and felt the wild stir within my chest to begin the bonding.
A blazing blue tether appeared within my mind, and I pictured it reaching out to meet her own.
I saw the moment she felt it as she gasped and gently lifted her hands to settle against my snout. Her voice was barely a whisper as she leaned her forehead to rest against the smaller scales there, “I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do. I thought you said I couldn’t be your mate.”
I felt her mental walls lower despite me telling her to keep them firmly in place while here. I instantly surged into her mind regardless, not caring who in the moment might hear our exchange.
“I was an idiot for saying that. You’re mine.”
She pulled back to gaze up at me, and a look of fear sparked within her dark blue depths. “But if I’m not your mate…I…” she trailed off, glancing away as if it was too hard to get the words out. “I don’t want to die.”
Hearing her soft, broken words spoken aloud broke through the mating fog clouding my mind for a brief moment.
How could I force this on her right now? What was I doing?
Her fear was palpable and spoke to her not being ready for this type of commitment. She’d reject me and I’d be faced with the immense, near impossible, battle of holding my dragon back from meting out retribution for the emotional wound her choice would inflict.
