Page 50 of Wildfire Witch

But I saw the glow of his dragon eyes out of the corner of my eye as he crept up on me. He leaped without further warning, moving much faster than an ordinary man. All I had to do, however, was point.

The small bolt of lightning streaked out at my command, hitting him square in the chest. I sidestepped, and he landed in the leaf litter on his back, open-mouthed with surprise. His fingers twitched as he fought the stunning static lingering in his muscles.

There wasn’t much time before he got up and pinned me down with his superior bulk. I followed up with water, wrapping living tendrils of it around his limbs. This was inspired by Seth’s expert control in the shower, and my imitation was chaotic at best.

Rusty could’ve easily shrugged off the grasping water, but didn’t, a huge grin full of fangs on display when I came to stand over him. My feet planted on either side of his torso, fists on my hips. I smiled too, way too proud of myself. “Look who’s dominant,” Rusty practically purred.

His arm twitched with some residual electricity. Oh, I guess I hit him harder than expected, but he didn’t seem hurt. I got down on my knees, one hand on his chest, the other cupping his face as I leaned down and whispered, “Guess I’m riding you tonight.”

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “I mean…fuckme.” He tilted his head back, showing his throat submissively.

I was flushed with heat from using all this magic, which helped warm my skin on this chilly evening. My slit still felt the cold, already wet from the run. It was as good as foreplay, except Iwasn’t sure I could handle his huge cock. I dismissed the water holding him down and grasped his wrist, bringing his hand to the apex of my thighs. “Play with me first,” I said.

“Anything you say,” he answered, obediently sinking his thick index finger into me. He crooked it just right, brushing an ultra-sensitive patch that had me gasping. The second one he worked into me was already stretching my pussy.

“Perhaps my female would like a seat on my face?” he asked with an eager gleam in his draconic eyes.

He waited for my nod before hauling me up to straddle his head. He spread my knees further and leaned up, licking and sucking on my pussy like it was his personal feast. The rumble he made as he licked up the slick line of my slit went straight to my core. His tongue delved into me and his growing beard scratched up my inner thighs deliciously.

Rusty was the first lover to eat me out with such unbridled enthusiasm. If he really was going to let me be the dominant one between us, I would have his mouth on me every night. The wet lap of his tongue, the hot breaths and the way he inhaled my scent as if it were a perfume, it all made me realize how much he was enjoying this.

The bridge of his nose nuzzled up into my clit for a starburst of sensation. I clenched a hand around the back of his head, threatening to drown the poor dragon as I came. He made a muffled sound of delight, loosing a long, pleased growl. His large palms cupped my ass and held me in place while he lapped up my come.

“Is it time you claimed me?” he suggested against my pussy lips in a bass growl.

Feeling like my brain was still scrambled from the first high he’d delivered, it took me a moment to reply. “Yes, I think so.”

“May I sit up against a tree? I wish to touch my mate as she fucks me.” That talented tongue ran around my clit before giving it a flick. I jolted with a moan.

I shook my head to clear it. He was asking questions and making suggestions about what he wanted and letting me decide. He awaited my desires as the submissive partner.

“That’s a great idea,” I said.

He stood and lifted me along with him, grinning at my surprised yelp when he lifted me by the hips. After selecting a sturdy tree, he put his back to it and settled me in his lap. His cock jutted up, awaiting me to have a seat. The tip glistened with his arousal.

I stroked and admired Rusty’s muscular chest, molding my hands to the shape of his abs while I leaned forward and kissed him. He deepened it and I tasted myself on his tongue. I swallowed his hiss when I took him in hand, guiding him into me and sinking down on the first couple of inches of him.

Holy hell, he was huge. I slowed, wiggling a little more of him into me and pausing, waiting for my body to adjust to his size. “That’s it, take me. Take all of me,” he murmured.

“You’re so big,” I huffed.

He nosed into my hair. His broad hands took my breasts, kneading their softness. I moaned as he brushed a thumb over one nipple. “Take your time,” he said. “We’re almost mated. Then you’ll have me for life.”

While he played with me and ran worshipping hands over my curves, I grew slicker and sank further on his length. By the timeour hips met, he was seated about as deep in me as anyone could go. “Rusty,” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders.

His answering growl was all his dragon. Muscles tensed under my hands. He was fighting his instincts, I thought. Letting me stay in control. “That’s it,” he hissed. “Now ride me, my delicate, dominant female. I’m yours.”

I felt a wave of warm affection for this shifter, who knew I needed to connect to his dragon to stabilize my magic. There’d never been a moment of hesitation or doubt for him. And when I moved, lifting and rolling my hips to ride him, he waited until he clearly couldn’t hold back any longer before he grabbed me and slammed me down on his cock.

The evening air filled with the sound of slapping flesh. He leaned forward, clasping my shoulder with his mouth. Sharp teeth pressed against my skin without breaking it, just holding me in place as he pumped into me at a merciless pace. “And I’m yours,” I gasped out. His agreeing growl shook my frame, vibrating my bones and shooting pleasure straight to my core.

As the pressure mounted and I held fast to his arms for an anchor, he released his bite and rumbled in my ear, “Claim me, mate. Leave your mark on me.”

I hesitated, so close to the precipice of a release. “Like, bite you?”

“No. Brand me. Use that magic,” he grunted. His fingers flexed on my hips in reflexive jerks. He was about to come too.

I didn’t question it. Marking and claiming mates was a shifter thing, the most intimate act they could do to one another. A needle had already left plenty of symbols on him, but there was one in particular that I thought to cover with a brand. My palmheated, landing on the Fire Brotherhood tattoo on his arm with a sizzle.

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