Page 16 of Surge of Heat

“Sam, you’re mine. You’re fucking mine.” His teeth grit together, and then he’s fucking me like a mad man. “Say you’re fucking mine!” he orders.

“I’m yours,” I say, goosebumps erupting on my flesh.

He leans down and sucks one of my nipples and then the other. Hard. Fiercely. Until they’re so hard they’re painful. And he continues slamming into me. Riding me like a wild animal until I feel the edge coming, and I can’t think any more.

“I fucking love you!” he shouts. “Fucking love you!”

“I love you!” I say.

His sheer size rubbing against every nerve-ending makes me feel like I’m being electrocuted. Like I’m no longer in control of myself or anything else. My head falls back and the orgasm hits with all the power of a bus, and then I’m screaming his name, over and over again as I ride my orgasm. Waves flow through my body making everything feel alive. I feel him cum, and his scent rolls over me, stronger than before, and I fucking love his scent. I want to bathe in it. I want it to be a part of me, always.

He keeps giving me that cock until my orgasm starts to slow, and then he collapses on top of me. Wrapping his arms around me, he holds me close, gathered against him like he never wants to let me go.

“I love you, Sam,” he whispers into my hair.

“I love you too,” I say.

He kisses my head. “Now, you’ve got five minutes before we go again.”

A laugh bubbles out of my throat. “Five minutes?”

He pulls back from me so his baby blue eyes staring into mine. “I need to cover you with my scent. Remember? And I have several ideas about how I can do that.”

“Well, aren’t you a humanitarian?” I tease

He grins. “You have no idea.”

SIX

Samantha

The tall gatesof Specter Inc. rise in front of us as we approach. I’m kind of surprised. There were no markings on the road, or signs of any kind, to suggest that this little road would lead to, supposedly, a large facility filled with scientists who I’m hoping can help me. Still, I don’t have a lot of options. I don’t trust Evander, but he was willing to come here as a dragon, so I have to take that as a good sign.

“So, was I the only one noticing all the cameras on the drive up here?” Granger asks from the backseat.

“I didn’t notice them,” I admit, glancing around the trees to see if I missed something.

“Me neither,” Aydan says, hands tightening the steering wheel.

“Yeah, this whole road is monitored. Whoever is at that gate, they know we’re coming.”

I swallow around the lump in my throat. “That’s not intimidating at all.”

Granger clears his throat. “So, we’re sure about this?”

“Isn’t it too late to reconsider?” I ask him in surprise.

“Not until we get behind those gates.”

Aydan slows the car. “Pro, these people seem to be the only people we’re aware of that can help Sam.”

Ah, the Pro and Con game. We’ve played this countless times before. I guess it makes sense to do it now too.

“Con,” Granger says, looking thoughtful. “If Specter Inc. is prepared for dragons, they may have ways of keeping Sam under their control. We could be walking right into a trap designed for her.”

“Pro,” I say, “Evander worked for them, and even after becoming a dragon, he wanted to head this way. If their own employee was comfortable putting himself in their hands, it must be a safe place.”

“Con,” Aydan begins. “We don’t trust Evander.”

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