Page 24 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

The entire situation was insane, but I liked it. Maybe I even wanted more.

“Why didn’t you lose it, then?”

“This is about you.”

Okay, that was sweet.

It wasn’t what I wanted our… whatever we were… to be, though.

“If it’s about me, I want you to climax when I do.”

He closed his eyes for a moment.

A vein bulged in his forehead.

I rocked again, and he gritted out a curse.

He took control of my hips once more, moving me like he had before.

It should’ve taken a while for me to get back to the edge.

I should’ve needed a hell of a lot more than a little friction to set off another orgasm after the intense one I’d just experienced.

But I didn’t.

And soon enough, I was crying out as I came all over his cock again. He snarled, moving me harder. Rougher. Faster. Until his pleasure was all over both my core and those damn boxer-briefs, in a way that made me both sticky and a little proud.

At least I wasn’t the only one who lost control so fast, and with clothing still between us.

Both of us were breathing hard as our climaxes ended.

His grip on my ass tightened before it slowly eased up, and he let go.

My eyes met his, and I watched as awareness set in again.

He let out a long, pained breath.

Shit.

He didn’t even want me.

My pride vanished, and I eased myself away from him.

The sane version of him let me go.

I slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, panic making my chest tight as I tried to stop myself from breaking into an outright run.

What the hell had I been thinking?

He didn’t want a mate!

He probably didn’t even want me in his bed.

I was horny, but he was insane, and I’d taken advantage of that.

Nausea turned my stomach, and I shut the door hard, locking it behind myself as my shaking legs carried me to the toilet.

I sank down to my knees, gripping the edge of the seat. It wasn’t clean, but I didn’t care.

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