Page 25 of Brutal Alpha Dragon

While Draco maintains my gaze, he dips his mouth closer. Licking a stripe over my folds, I’m ready to come undone. Pleasure surges through me when he latches his lips over my bundle of nerves. Suckling the tiny nub that swells with arousal, he administers the most extraordinary pleasure to my core.

And when he adds a finger to his ministrations, I’m ready to give up my entire soul to him. That finger enters me, and I have no idea where I end or begin. I only know pleasure, at the hands of Draco. Fingers, to be precise. But I’ve never known anything more extraordinary than this feeling of intoxication. With the promise of more like an oath of my moans and Draco’s grunts, I feel a knot tightening in the pit of my belly.

An unfamiliar, uncomfortable knot that has me wincing. When Draco sees my face contort, he strategically removes his mouth and fingers from my core, then reaches up to kiss me on the lips. Wet, sloppy kisses that have me forgetting about the knot altogether. Until he begins rubbing tight circles on my clit.

Draco drinks in my moans as the knot unwinds. Uncoiling and sending waves and waves of pleasure through every nerve-ending in my body. Tingling everywhere, I can’t form a coherent thought even when he breaks the kiss and scoops me into his arms.

I’m just a heap of mass with no end or beginning. My limbs are meek, and my vision is blurred from the most inebriating climax. But Draco barely allows me to catch my breath before he has me pinned under him. Lining the bulbous tip of his cock with my aching hole, he stares deeply into my eyes, foreshadowing how deep he’s going to be inside me.

Even if it’s been foretold with his eyes, it takes me by surprise when he enters me. The languish push stretches my walls as he buries his cock deep inside me. The delicious stretch fills me to the brim, so full that I finally feel complete. A void I wasn’t even aware of is filled now. And as he rolls his hips and creates friction, I know I’m ready to come again.

Slow thrusts escalate to steady pounding as he rearranges my insides with his immense girth and length. Throwing my head back, my eyes roll back as the air fills with a cocktail of my moans and the pounding of flesh against flesh. Every thrust drawing me closer and closer to the peak of my existence.

And when it finally comes, so does he. He grabs me and keeps me flush to his sweat-bedewed flesh as he grunts and groans into my sweat-licked hair. He pulls out completely on his last thrust, spilling hot ropes of cum over my belly.

Just as I’ve given him all of me.

Chapter 11 - Draco

Handfuls of Lily’s plump rear feel marvelous to the touch. I would have never known this kind of perfection until I tasted it.

And I’m so glad I did.

Her sweet essence lingers on my tongue, distilling every second like it’s the finest wine on Earth, and I have tasted all the most exquisite brands the world has to offer.

This is, by far, the most intoxicating of them all.

I gaze deeply into her eyes while I roll my hips into her. And when her walls constrict around my length, I know she’s on the verge of exploding. It’s too tight, and I spill deeply into her as her walls milk me.

But as soon as I empty out my seed all over her belly, it’s regret that washes over me in an instant.

I drop my forehead on the pillow beside her head, my breath a series of staggered pants.

Beneath me, Lily's frame sinks into the bed as she sighs. Lifting my weight slowly, I realize she's asleep when I find her eyes closed.

“Lily?” I whisper gently, pursing my lips as I wait for a reply. But it doesn't come. She really is asleep.

Cautioning my movements, I lift myself over her and step on my feet on the carpet. I grab a few napkins from the box on the nightstand and use them to wipe off the slick on her belly. As the blood rushes from my core to its respective vein, logic returns, and I'm filled with a deep sense of regret.

Dear gods… What have I done?

Lily's flushed skin and blushed cheeks only serve as a reminder of all that happened tonight. Running a hand through my hair, I am vexed and out of my mind.

I can't believe I caved and gave in to the most basic urges I could possibly succumb to. Like a feral beast in heat, I'd just taken the virgin human's virtue.

Instead of taking a slow, deep breath, I stifle the urge to curse under my breath. To regain my composure. Once I do, I'm clear-minded enough to decide on what to do with Lily.

Leaning over her, I slip my arms underneath her body and lift her off the bed. Just like I'd carried her into the room after rescuing her from the fall, I carried her out this time.

My heart pounds as if punching my ribcage and demanding to be heard. But I ignore the protests, instead fulfilling logic as I lay Lily on her own bed.

She's still sound asleep when I step back, much to my relief. As I leave the bedroom, I lock the door behind me. I have suspicions about how Lily got out in the first place. But it’s something that won’t happen again.

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The chaos in the kitchen is evident from the loud clatter of dishes and utensils and the chatter that goes along with it. As I head down the corridor, I hear a familiar voice.

One I haven’t heard in months.

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