Page 55 of Surge of Heat

“Now you’ve done it, you brat,” he says, sounding breathless.

He grabs ahold of my shorts and underwear and tugs them down in one swift motion. My cheeks heat as he finagles them off my ankles, while still pinning my wrists. He gives my ass a little slap, then another, then another. I want to tell him to stop, but I kind of like it.

I more thankind oflike it, actually.

He uses his knees to spread my legs, and then I glance back to see him tugging down his shorts. His hard cock springs free. An absolutely delicious sight. Then he removes his shirt, and I see my name tattooed above his heart. The sight of it does all kinds of things to me.

He nudges between my thighs and slaps his dick on my ass. Heat rushes through me. Unable to help myself, I close my eyes and just release a deep breath, waiting for what I know I’ll love.

He nudges between my thighs, and I lift my ass a little to make it easier for me. Using his hard length, he rubs himself inside of me, coating himself in my juices. When he finally positions himself at my opening, I’m aching for it. Dreaming of the way his cock feels inside of me.

As he pushes his way in, inch by inch, I glory in the feeling of my muscles tightening around him. He’s so big. So thick. So long. It’s like he’s capable of scratching an itch that the men in my past could never reach.

He slides in and out of me, and I moan, my hands still trapped behind my back. Lifting up my wrists, he changes the angle, hitting a new spot, a spot that’s absolutely delicious. I’m practically purring with pleasure.

My nipples harden. My body winds up. When he thrusts, I push backwards, taking him even deeper. I start chanting his name, and then I can’t stop. Every nerve in my body clenches, and my orgasm hits, tearing through me. Making my toes curl and my head feel light. He comes too, and the sensation only serves to draw my orgasm up higher.

This feels good. Right.

He releases me onto the bed and collapses on top of me, still inside of me. Panting, he says, “No knot this time.”

He’s right. We’re not forced to stay together this time. Not that I mind when we’re connected like that.

I like him on top of me, but he’s heavy, so when he rolls off, I don’t mind. We snuggle up together, and I can’t help but notice the wide grin on his face. He seems like the happiest man on the planet.

“Don’t be too proud of yourself,” I tell him, smiling.

He looks down at me. “Why not? Only a real man could make a woman like you come for him.”

I laugh. “Well, we do know you’re a real man.”

“There’s no question about it,” he says, far too cockily. “And I’ll show you again anytime.”

I’m about to put him in his place when there’s a knock at my door. Instantly, I’m on alert. It’d be nice if that was Granger, but I suspect it’ll be Evander, which will be a problem.

“We don’t need to answer that,” I say.

To my frustration, Aydan sits up, getting out of bed and pulling on his boxers. “No, let’s deal with this now. Tonight.”

I get up and dress as fast as I can. “Aydan, no, you two will act like idiots. Just ignore the knocking. Get back into bed.”

He’s heading for the door.

“Seriously! Not tonight!” I grab his arm, trying to haul him back, but he’s not a human now, he’s a dragon, and there’s nothing I can do to hold him back, no matter how much I might want to.

He opens the door. Evander’s smile falls away in an instant. Without a word, he shoves Aydan, and he goes flying back, hitting the ground.

“Evander!” I try to get between them, but he moves me out of the way like I weigh nothing at all.

Aydan leaps to his feet, his hands balled into fists. The two square off, circling around each other. Aydan punches out, but Evander ducks out of the way. Evander tries to punch Aydan in the stomach, but Aydan leaps back, avoiding the blow at the last possible second.

I stand, feeling frustrated and lost. At least they’re well-matched this time, but that also means they can do some serious damage to each other. “Guys! Just stop! This isn’t going to end well for anyone.”

Evander catches Aydan across the cheek with his fist. Aydan dives forward and knocks Evander off his feet. He flies back, slamming his head against the side of the bed, then hits the ground. Before Evander can get up, Aydan climbs on top of Evander and starts wailing on Evander’s face with his fists.

“Enough!” I shout.

Aydan keeps going.

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