Page 62 of The Dragons’ Eternal Mate

Pure dragon.

“I think it’s a phenomenal idea… which is why I am not letting you out of this bed anytime soon.” His voice was gruff, commanding, and I was all too happy to be at his disposal.

“Hmm, do I get a choice in this?” I asked, unable to restrain my giggle. I didn’t want to move whatsoever, but I couldn’t resist teasing him.

“What do you think?” he growled in that tone that made heat pool in my stomach.

I moved my hips, a silent invitation. He didn’t waste a second, lining up his cock and sinking in with one firm, slow push. My pussy gave no resistance, clenching around him as he filled me expertly.

“So wet for me already. Fucking perfection,” he murmured once I was fully impaled on his cock.

Even after everything I’d done last night, my pussy stretched around him, crying out at that delicious heat of being so fucking full—and that was just from his cock. His knot was somehow even more intense.

Bastian’s hands came to rest on either side of my head as he slowly reared back, every inch of his cock scraping against my inner walls as he did so. I wanted to cry out at how empty I felt, but I was too lost in the good feelings to say anything.

Even the sight of his hands made my pussy weep, thinking back to exactly what those hands had done to me all night long.

“I’m going to knot you over and over again until you can’t take a single step without thinking about me,” he rumbled, driving deeply as he did. The base of his cock was already swelling. His pace was almost lazy, but each movement was decidedly intense.

“Maybe I should just keep you in this bed all day, knotted on my cock and unable to leave,” he threatened possessively. A chuckle escaped him as he thrust forward, stealing the air from my lungs. “Judging by the way you clamped around me as I said that, you aren’t opposed to the idea at all, are you, mate?”

“No,” I moaned, struggling to string a sentence together and winding up with only a single word.

“No, you don’t like that idea, or no, you aren’t opposed to it?” he asked, his voice teasing. “Then again, I don’t know why I’m asking, because I have no intention of letting you out of this bed anytime soon. I’m going to spend my entire day satisfying my needy, beautiful mate.”

I clamped around him, my thoughts scrambled because he felt too damn good inside me. Rocking my hips with him, I focused on the feeling of him so deep, stimulating every one of my buzzing nerves.

“I could hardly sleep last night. All I kept thinking about was how fucking stunning you looked on your knees in front of me, with my cock down your throat. That image is going to be etched into my brain for the rest of my life.”

“You should have woken me,” I moaned.

Bastian stilled. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Rowan.”

I turned my head to look at him, showing him just how sincere I was. “You can wake me up any time, Alpha.”

His eyes closed, and he tilted his head back, a groan escaping his mouth. “Fucking perfect. My perfect mate,” he gritted out, his thrusts picking up again. Every move was possessive, claiming. I was more than okay with that.

Even at his slow pace, I could feel my body starting to tense up, chasing that sweet release I knew was coming.

My muscles clenched, desperate for release, my head buzzing with need.

“Please, fuck. I need to come,” I whined pitifully.

“All in good time, mate. You’re not going anywhere…”

My hands clenched around the pillow as I shoved my hips back, begging for more. He was taking his time, enjoying every sound he pulled out of me as I climbed toward release.

I craned my neck again, glancing at him, and Bastian looked like a dark god. His hair fell wildly around his face as every muscle in his chest flexed each time he sank into me. His eyes were almost black, that hungry, possessive gaze only making me more excited.

“Fuck me. Make me come, mate,” I growled, sinking my teeth into his arm.

A strangled groan escaped him. Whether it was me calling him mate or the bite, he was spurred into action.

His hand found mine, rolling and pinning me to the bed as he fucked me like a man possessed. Each thrust pushed me deeper into the mattress, my pussy weeping.

I needed it. I needed him. Rough, raw, feral.

My grumpy dragon.