Page 25 of Surge of Heat

I pull back from her, studying this beautiful enchantress. I leave her robe open wide enough for me to view her perfect breasts, then grab her hips and shift her so that my tip is pressing at the entrance of her channel. Her eyes go wide with surprise, and her pulse continues to race.

“Evander, that’s not a good idea…” But I can smell her. She’s already getting turned on.

“The fuck it isn’t.” I slide into her just an inch, loving the way her breathing hitches, and she tries to push me in deeper. “So, do you love him?”

She tries to shift, to climb off of me, but I hold her steady where she is. She squirms, but it only manages to push my cock in further. “We shouldn’t be talking about this.”

I shove in deeper. “Yes, we fucking should. I need to know where we stand, baby, and you’re going to tell me.”

She moans and her eyes flutter closed. “I do love him.”

That knife fucking twists inside me, and I’m glad she’s not looking, or she’d see the hurt on my face. She loves him. She doesn’t love me. She’s made that damn clear.

“So, are you choosing him?”

Her eyes flash open. “No.”

I shove in all the way, and she cries out, her hands leaning forward to grip my shoulders.

“But, Evander, I’m not choosing you either. I couldn’t. Aydan is important to me. He’s my best friend, and someone I’ve been in love with all my life.”

“Maybe the you before all this dragon stuff wanted him, but the new you needs me,” I tell her.

She shakes her head, her breasts heaving with her fast breathing. “I need him too.”

The hell she does, but she’s not ready to hear that now. If I push her, she’ll just pull away from me, and I can’t handle that. I need her.

“Alright, baby, you just be a good girl and ride my cock, and then we’ll talk about it later,” I say, gripping her ass.

She shakes her head, nods, then shakes her head again, but I can sense her frustration. “We shouldn’t. Not with you and Aydan, but–”

And her emphasis on the wordbutis definitely an invitation. An almost groan, beckoning me closer.

I start to thrust inside her, drawing it out, and then back in. She whimpers, tosses her head, and then grips my shoulders harder. Within seconds, she’s fucking me, and I’m lost in the feel of her tight pussy. In the way she rides me with such abandon. It’s like my cock is a dildo, and she’s all alone, doing whatever the hell she wants with it.

When her orgasm hits, she chants my name, which I fucking love. My balls harden, and I come, filling my woman with my seed. Some deep instinct whispers that I’m going to get her pregnant. That she’ll have my baby. And then she’ll be all mine. I hold her tighter, making sure that perfect pussy gets every last drop of my cum.

She collapses on top of me, breathing hard. “I should move. I’m hurting you.”

My grip tightens. “You’re not moving an inch until my cum coats every last inch of you.”

She shivers, and I bite her shoulder lightly.

“You’re mine, Sam.”

“Evander–”

“You’re fucking mine.”

I don’t know what this is between us, if it’s a dragon thing or if I’d be just as obsessed with her if we were just humans, but I know one thing. Aydan has to go. The fucking prick needs to be removed from our equation, so Sam is just mine. The way she’s intended to be.

The only question is, how do I get rid of him?

NINE

Samantha

I wakeup and try to stretch, but something is wrapped around me from behind, and something large is firmly lodged in my pussy. As I shift around the sheer size of it, I feel the hands on my hips grip me harder, and warm breath in my hair. The events of the night before play through my mind, and I wiggle, trying to get away, but the hands keep me firmly in place.

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