Page 47 of Brutal Alpha Dragon

“Is this okay?” he asks, causing my heart to skip a beat.

So far, except for us having sex the first time, it has been without my permission until now.

He seems changed. No longer a tyrant Alpha of the dragons, he appears to me as just a man. A man with a moral compass that has him asking me if this is okay.

I grant him permission with a gentle nod, winding my arms around his neck and drawing him in for a brief kiss. When I pull away, it’s only so that I can gauge his reaction as I begin undoing the knot on his sweatpants.

He sucks in a heady breath through his teeth when he realizes where I’m going with this. At least, I have an innate feeling that he knows what’s happening when he loosely slides his fingers through my hair. He guides my head down as I sink to my knees, maintaining the deepest, most seductive eye contact with the dragon man.

His usually hazel eyes turn jetted with lust as he stares down at me. Watching my every move as I slide down the waistband of his pants, he sighs with relief when his length is freed.

Hanging hard and heavy in front of my face, Draco reaches down and cajolingly strokes my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. Gentle coercion for me to wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft.

“Open your mouth…” he purrs the command. Though it’s gentle, it’s domineering enough for me to heed the command. Feeling compelled to do as I’m told, adrenaline rushes through me as I part my lips.

Draco’s eyes skim the circle my mouth creates as if gauging it before he tugs my chin, coercing my face forward. Lined perfectly with the velvety crown of his member, I stick my tongue out and lick the bead of precum, glistening the tip.

As I swallow, the salty sweetness of his essence lubricates my throat with a foreign sensation. Pleasant in its unfamiliarity, again, I’m overwhelmed by the scent of sweet flowers hugging the air around me.

“You like that?” Draco asks, his voice hoarse as he releases my chin. When I nod my head slowly and bite my bottom lip, he mutters a string of curses as his eyes narrow at me. Watching my every move as I part my lips again, this time wrapping them around the bulbous tip.

His intake of breath is staggered as I slide my lips all the way down his shaft. Feeling every thumping vein against my pallet only serves to fuel my arousal. Heat slips to the crotch of my panties when he slides his hand through my hair again.

This time, it’s firmer. Guiding my head in a steady bob on his cock.

“Just like that…” he praises with want in his eyes, quickening the rhythm as he rolls his hips and dominates my mouth. I’ve never done this before, but every word of praise spurs me on, permitting me to take all of him down my throat.

As the veins mapping his length throb, he suddenly pulls me off him. In one fluid motion, I’m guided to my feet again, where he captures my lips in a feverish kiss. It’s desperate and sloppy, only serving as a lead-in distraction while all our clothing comes off. Every piece separates us from feeling the deliciousness of skin on skin.

And when it comes, he grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me to straddle his hips. Pinned to the glass door behind me, he grabs both wrists in one, large hand and imprisons them over my head.

“Don’t move your hands,” he warns lowly before releasing my wrists. Paying attention to following his instructions, I watch the way he reaches between us and lines the tip of his cock with my aching hole.

Aching because I crave friction. And because I’m so wet, all it takes is one thrust for him to be balls deep inside me. The delicious stretch is alarmingly pleasurable, filling me to the brim and having that knot form in the pit of my belly.

“Oh. My God!” I mewl, a rippling cry escaping my throat when he picks up the pace and pounds into me. My hands come down, but with a firm grip, they’re sent back over my hand.

All he needs is one hand on my thigh to keep my entire weight up. I gaze at him through hooded eyes, mesmerized and completely addicted to him in that moment.

“Draco.” I whimper, my face contorting with the first stirrings of my climax. His name rolls off my tongue again. And again. Becoming a mantra of my pleasure as he thrusts me over the edge, helping me soar to the greatest heights.

I lose the air in my lungs as I see stars behind my eyelids. Draco must understand that I’ve lost my breath because he captures my lips and feeds me the air I need to breathe. To survive. He becomes my sustenance as he releases my wrists, flings my arms over his neck, and grabs my rear. I’m so overly sensitized, I barely feel us moving.

Not until he lays me down on the bed, still buried deep inside me, our lips never parting. His thrusts become gentler as he settles between my thighs, cupping my face with one hand.

There’s a shift between us at that moment. One that tugs my heartstrings as he breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes.

Something is happening between us.

Chapter 19 - Draco

Gazing into her eyes, I realize how quickly I’ve changed my mind.

Being one with her again, I know there’s nowhere else I would rather be. Not with anyone else. But somehow, that scares me.

She must sense what I’m feeling because she reaches for my face and softly pulls me in for a kiss.

Her lips were exactly what I needed to douse the flames of my guilty conscience. Basking in the plushness of her cushiony lips and the taste of cherry lip balm, I’m able to forget that for more than two weeks, I despised this woman.

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