Page 24 of Brutal Alpha Dragon

I nod lightly, keeping my eyes on his. A shudder in my chest is the only fear I have that releases from me when he strokes my trembling bottom lip. Any inhibitions dissipate in that moment, and my body relaxes under him.

Caution is thrown to the wind as I give into the base desire that fuels my need for him. Closing my eyes, I relish in the warmth of his comforting, encouraging lips as his hands smooth across my sides.

Strong, capable hands that have me melting with every touch. And when his fingertips brush the flesh on my waist, I quiver, my back arching into him as my head lolls back.

“Please…” I beg though I’m not sure what I’m pleading for. All I know is that my frustration extends to the desperate need between my thighs. It aggravates me to the point of insanity, and I’m mewling between kisses.

When Draco breaks the kiss, I have to stifle the urge to protest. One hand glides smoothly beneath the cotton blouse, hand forming a cup over my breast.

My intake of breath is sharp as he gently tugs on my nipple between two fingers. Watching his every move as he explores my body sends arousal rippling through me.

I’ve never known anything as intense as this. But then again, I’ve never met such intense eyes that rake my body as if etching every detail to memory.

“Are you sure?” Draco husks against the shell of my ear. The awareness of every move becomes heightened as I anticipate his touch.

“Hmm…” I whimper when his lips meet the soft flesh just below my ear. A sensitive spot, ignited by the spark of his soft, open-mouth kisses. With my arms spread out on either side of me, I’ve fully surrendered. Given myself to the idea of losing my sanity and my virginity in the process.

Draco seems only eager to torment me, smirking when he lifts his head. While he holds my gaze with a seductive challenge, he unbuttons my blouse.

“We shouldn’t do this…” he whispers cautiously, though the ministrations of his deft fingers continue. Until all the buttons are undone, and he looks down to inspect my chest.

When he pulls away the fabric, my voluptuous breasts spill out from underneath. He sucks a breath through his teeth, as if mesmerized by the sight before him.

I know this to be true when he worships my chest with calculated hands. Squeezing gently but firmly, he watches the way my nipples become erect from the stimulation. His smirk deepens, purposely waiting for me to catch it before he dips his head to one breast. Latching his lips over the erected nub, he suckles as if he’s drawing the life force from my breast.

Oh, God…

Is this what I’d been missing all this time? The domineering presence of a powerful man pleasuring me as if it’s his purpose in life? And it’s only the beginning—I can tell from the sneaky grin he throws me while he suckles on my breast.

Another drop of wanton need pools between my thighs from where it aches the most. I feel it drop to the crotch of my panties, but I can’t even clench my thighs together. Draco’s immense bulk presses into me, not leaving much to the imagination when it comes to size.

I shiver just from the thought of how big he is. And it’s something that doesn’t go unnoticed. Draco pops his lips off my breast before pulling his weight off me. Knelt between my thighs, I lick my lips in anticipation as he stares at me.

I’m not sure what comes next, I just know I’m going to love whatever it is. And when Draco lifts his sweatshirt over his head, I cannot help but smile coyly.

He’s giving me a show. Purposely taking his sweet time to pull the sweater all the way off. Exposing arms covered in tribal tattoos, I realize this is the first time I’ve seen this up close.

Magnificent… I gasp as I rake my eyes over the many designs and patterns. Absentmindedly, I reach out a hand with the urge to touch his biceps. To trace my fingers across the ink that paints his flesh.

I look at his face when Draco’s chuckle echoes in the air. That’s when I realized he wasn’t taunting me. Instead, his cheeks have filled with a blush pink color—almost as if he’s become shy.

Knowing what I do know about him now, his shyness gives him a hint of humanness. Something that compliments the fierceness of the dragon. And that makes him all the more appealing.

It’s his novelty card, and he plays it so well while he unwinds the strings of his sweatpants. He tugs them loose, eyeing me through the veils of his dark lashes. Watching my reaction to each of his movements. Gauging every gasp, every breath.

Like he’s studying his favorite subject.

When he slips down the waistband of his sweatpants, I wait with bated breath for what is about to be exposed. There's a strong need to reach out when it is, hanging heavy and hard within my reach.

Gasping when my delicate fingers meet the rigid fullness of his velvety length, his strong hand clasps around my wrist. I notice him shudder as if the sensation is too much. He gently removes my hand from his length, lifting my hand to press a kiss to the top of my knuckles.

“There’ll be time for that,” he assures me, setting my hand on the side. He lays down on top of me loosely, his weight barely present as he stares into my eyes. “First, there is something I must do.”

I nod in concession, closing my eyes and parting my lips in anticipation of his kiss. It only comes briefly, like a small peck before his lips begin to travel down my chin. He forges a path down my neck, over my collarbones, and between the valley of my breasts. He searches for my hand, interlacing our fingers as he continues the trail down my body.

When he arrives at the top of my pelvis, he pauses. I look up, gulping, seeing his dark features magnified in the moonlight. His lips are a mere inch from the apex of my thighs; he holds my gaze.

It’s a silent command for me to keep my head lifted. To keep my eyes on him. That’s exactly what I do, watching every second tick by as he makes the slow descent to the apex of my thighs. I whimper from excitement when he breathes hot air along my folds. The pleasure is intoxicating, even if it’s the slightest amount.

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