Page 68 of Gift from the Stone

He pulls my head down, catching my lips in a blistering kiss, but I need him naked. I need all these fucking clothes out of my way so I can impale myself on his dick. I break the kiss with an impatient growl, tearing his shirt right down the middle.

The air is knocked out of my lungs as my back hits the couch. Draken leans over me, a long, drawn-out purr leaving his chest that has my whole body shaking, withering with need.

“Don’t rush me, little wanderer.” His warning does nothing but turn me on more.

I know I should want, and probably need, the buildup, the foreplay he’s so generous at giving, but I don’t right now. As fucking perfect as it is to come at least three times from him eating me out, all I want is for him to bury himself so deep within me I feel it in my gut. He can worship every inch of me later.

I let out a low, sultry purr, calling his dragon to the surface to give me exactly what I want, and I watch as he tries to fight his beast off. He shifts a single claw and expertly slices it right down the middle of my dress and bra before ripping the rest away from my body.

“You’re gonna come for me at least once, sweetness. I won’t wreck this perfect pussy because you’re being greedy.”

The rumble in his chest sends delicious shivers through every inch of me and I’m not the least bit offended he called me greedy because that’s exactly what I’m being. I want him my way and I want it now.

Every stroke of his tongue against my pussy makes me a panting, moaning mess. Grabbing two handfuls of his hair, I grind myself against his tongue, chasing down my release that comes the moment he pushes two of his fingers inside of me.

Throwing my head back, I scream his name through my orgasm, slowly coming back to reality when I feel him nip the soft skin of my inner thigh.

“I told you not to rush me, little wanderer.”

He flips me over so fast, it makes me dizzy. My blood was already rushing to my head from the fast, intense release. Now I’m seeing stars. Being flung around like nothing more than a toy he can own, play with however he pleases, has me pushing my ass in the air toward him.

I’m okay being owned right now, my dragon wants him to own us, put me in my place for not listening to him.

Heat flares throughout my body when suddenly his hand slaps down on my ass causing a moan to purr out of me as the sweet sting of the pain quickly melts into needy pleasure. This is the first time I’ve ever been spanked in my life, and I’ve got to admit, it turns me on.

Grabbing both of my hips, he forces my back to arch even more, leaving me hanging on to the armrest of the couch for support, and I smile triumphantly as I feel him line his dick up with me.

“So fucking tight. Fuck, you feel so good, sweetness.” Draken groans. My eyes slam shut as he pushes into me, my smile fading, merging into an echoing moan.

I lay my forehead onto the armrest as he pounds into me, using my hips as leverage to slam my body into his, over and over and over. It’s exactly what I need. My dragon and bond hum in my chest, adding to the pulsing pleasure that’s ripping through me with every thrust.

Gently wrapping his hand around my throat, he pulls my back flush to his front, and the feel of his skin on mine sends fire through my veins. I feel like I’m boiling from the inside out, about to ignite any second now.

“Open your eyes, little wanderer. We have an audience,” Draken whispers in my ear, laying a trail of searing kisses down my neck to my shoulder.

His masterful fingers, tweaking and teasing my nipples and clit, cause my brain to slowly process what he just said, but as soon as the words register, my eyes fly open.

My sight collides with three sets of hungry glares and my bond stretches out, absorbing every ounce of the lust that’s pouring off them. I should be mortified right now, but I can’t muster it up. My logical brain has completely been overpowered by my dragon and bond teaming up against me, loving every second they’re standing there watching me.

I look into each of their eyes, letting them see how much I’m enjoying putting on a show for them. When my hooded gaze lands on Caspian, he gives me a knowing smirk, like he’s seen this before. He knows I’m about to detonate like a fucking bomb.

“Naughty little Primary,” he growls.

And that’s what does it.

Leaning my head back into Draken’s shoulder, I shatter to pieces, taking him down with me as he slams into me once more, roaring his release.

My mind is a dizzying haze, and my body is overstimulated from the raw pleasure coursing through me. My senses are so heightened, I can smell each of them, mingling in with Draken’s fire.

Falling forward, panting, I catch myself on the armrest of the couch, my claws shredding through the fabric like butter.

Claws… Why are my claws out?

“We have to get to the house. We have to shift.” I vaguely hear Draken tell the others. His deep voice straining with his dragon on the surface.

Darkness surrounds me for a few seconds, causing my dragon to become enraged that someone dared touch me right now. There’s something I wasn’t finished doing and someone fucked with me before I was done.

“Stand back. Don’t fucking go near her.” I hear Draken growl, and I immediately swing my head to him, my eyes shifting, locking onto his.

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