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Kyreagan grabs my ankle and my hair. He drags me back to him while I thrash and curse. I’m not much of a fighter at the best of times, and it’s laughably easy for him to haul me across the grass. He flips me over and pounces on me, his knees on either side of my hips and one hand planted beside my neck. His other hand drags lightly down my chest, over my breasts, and then along my stomach. My belly concaves with shallow breaths as those sharp nails graze my flesh, and I lie still, conscious that this dragon could slice me to ribbons if he wanted to.
My pussy quivers with anticipation as he moves lower. When he crooks his first finger and rubs the knuckle over my clit, I squeal faintly, desperately.
He settles down between my thighs. I fake an effort to pin them together, but he forces me wide open and brushes his lips lightly over my pussy. The delicate touch sends me writhing.
But I don’t want him gentle, not now. I want him vicious. I want to be ravaged.
So I slap him, full in the face, and while he snarls in response, I crawl away on hands and knees.
He throws himself on top of me, and I know immediately that this is what I’ve been craving. My entire world is blotted out, except for the tickle of the grass beneath my stomach and his massive weight crushing me into the nest. His heat and power roll against my skin; his chest swells with the heavy, bestial harshness of his breath. He’s panting against my hair. He lifts his hips, straddling me, squeezing my thighs together. Hunched over me like a wolf in rut. One big hand slides under my belly, lifts my pelvis, forces my ass up. What he’s doing is instinctive, some combination of human desire and dragon urgency.
The blunt, burning head of his cock nudges against my pussy, and I whimper. Can’t form words. Can’t think about anything except the fact that I’m on my face, ass in the air, crushed and walled in by the powerful arms and legs of the dragon shifter who desperately wants to breed me.
He arches his body. Bucks his hips forward. Enters me in a violent rush.
My eyes roll back and my lips slacken. I’m stretched taut, on the cusp of pain. He’s so big, fuck…
Panting thickly, he draws back, slow and slick, his giant length easing out of my body, almost all the way but not quite. The next second he slams in, surprising a short scream out of me. He growls in response, a feral sound that kicks a vivid thrill through my veins. I want to hear him make more of those wild, masculine sounds, so I moan softly. The hoarse, groaning growl that ripples from his body melts my brain entirely, and I yield.
His mouth finds my shoulder and he licks me with his cloven tongue before venting a breathless moan at the taste of my skin. Either my scent or my flavor seems to drive him mad, and he starts fucking me wildly, brutally. At first he stays hunched over, wolf-like, humping me, pummeling my pussy with his cock, but then he straightens, plants one hand on my head, and pushes the side of my face into the nest while he keeps up the merciless pounding.
My body submits to him completely. Every thought blurs, and the only thing I want, the only thing I need, is the orgasm that keeps winding tighter and tighter at my core. I’m terrified that he’ll come, that he’ll stop too soon before I get where I need to be.
“Make me come,” I whimper through a sob. “Please, please, dragon, make me come, make me come.”
With a cruel snarl, he barrels in so deep I think he’s going to break me, but it fuels the orgasm, gives me another burst of pleasure, shoves me closer to the peak. I scream out “yes,” and he snarls a laugh and thrusts with redoubled force.
“I have the Princess of Elekstan in my nest,” he says raggedly, triumphantly. “With her pretty ass in the air, begging to cum on my cock. Say it again, Princess.”
I’m beyond pride, beyond grief, beyond everything—entirely compliant. I can barely get the words out because he’s fucking me so hard, shaking my entire body, but I manage to mumble, through lust-swollen lips, “Make me come, please. Don’t stop, don’t ever stop… oh god…” My voice rises to a thin shriek as his fingers twist viciously into my hair, as the claws of his other hand scrape down my back. The ferocity of the act hits me like a blast of dragon fire, lashes my clit into a thrilling frenzy, sends the orgasm searing through my body like liquid flame.
Harsh, short screams shatter from my lips, over and over. I’m not in control of my limbs—my fingers claw deep into the nest, my thighs shudder, and still he fucks me, grunting loud and heavy, faster, faster—he yells out, a cry that sounds like agony, and his body bows over mine. I feel him pulsing thickly inside me, pumping the cum into my womb.
“You will carry my offspring,” he whispers, stroking my hair, his length still sunk to the hilt in my pussy. “The essence of my species and yours will join, and we will create a race that is altogether new.”
There’s something deliciously primal in those words, in the way he rears his hips back and shoves in again, firmly. His cock flexes one more time, draining every bit of cum from his balls into my body.
“Shit,” I choke out. I’m a mess—hair tangled, tears on my cheeks, my pale skin flushed red. I’ve never been so broken down, so yielded to anyone. I feel as if he stripped me raw, past my clothes and skin and flesh, right to my beating heart, and he fucked it until it burst into a fountain of bloody, devoted love.
That’s what it feels like to admit the truth, the real reason I let him do this. I can barely whisper it in my own mind. But as he pulls out of me, I allow myself to think the words, just once.
I love you.
No… fuck.
No. I must not indulge those three words. They will trap me here, in this cave, in this life.
Closing my eyes, I speak another three words to myself, a firm order in my mind.
End this now.
23
When I pull out of her, glossy white cum spills from between the pink lips of her sex. Never have I seen anything so enticing. I scoop the cum with the side of my first finger, nudging it back inside her while being careful not to damage the delicate tissue with my claws. Then I press my palm firmly over her sex to hold my cum inside her body.
She was right. When the moment came, I knew what to do. And the pleasure I felt when I came inside her was far more intense than the two orgasms I had before.
Serylla was the right choice for this mating season. Whether she and I continue in each other’s company or not, whether she lays eggs for me or not, I know I made the right decision, weathering the storm with her.
