Page 19 of Ember's Claim

Half of my abilities in bed come from watching a shitload of porn over the years. The other half comes from instinct, because my dragon is a baser creature who thinks he knows everything.

The sensation of her inner walls clamping down on my shaft makes my hips slow. Her top half curves toward the mattress, but I use my tail to keep her upright. She gushes over my length and grinds on her knees to meet my thrusts.

My cock swells, preparing to paint her cunt with every drop of my cum. A dangerous snarl escapes my lips as hot ropes of cum fill her tight little pussy. That snarl might have been my dragon. He’s busy trying to force me to claim her.

“More…” she demands.

I’m not even sure she knows what she’s asking for. Her entire body trembles with jolts. She falls over my length as I thrust, and my knot wedges just inside her opening.

Ember wails, tossing her head back into my chest. “Harder. Rut into me harder.”

It’s not me that complies but the dragon. He lowers her flat to the mattress, and I follow her down because I have no choice. My chest frames her back while I hold myself up with a palm.

The change in position is so intense, my head feels foggy. I’m pretty sure it’s one of the big warning signs that rut is close, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t force the haze away.

Waking up is a slow process because I’m comfortable, but I’ve got a half-hard dick, and I need to take a piss. Swiping a hand over my face, I sit up and prepare to roll off the bed.

Amber eyes meet mine, and I blink repeatedly to make sure I’m really seeing what I’m seeing. Ember’s wolf lies tucked partially under the blanket. She’s flat on her belly, but her gaze has been watching me sleep.

“Damn,” I whisper, tucking the sheet over my lap. “It’s been a while. Hasn’t it? Ember doesn’t let me see you very often.”

If it’s anything like the shit I deal with when dealing with my dragon, it’s not hard to figure out why, but goddamn.

She’s beautiful.

Her blondish-gray fur is darker around her muzzle and at the base of her ears. Her tail is also grayer than the rest of her body.

The wolf raises her head, and she issues a warning growl that makes my head tilt.

“I just need a bathroom visit.” I toss a thumb toward the bathroom.

Ember’s wolf stands, baring her teeth. Her eyes glow amber, and it illuminates the bed.

She’s afraid you’re going to abandon her again. My dragon projects the thought in my mind.

“Ahh, fuck,” I mutter, stretching out my hand. Showing any weakness or fear would be exceptionally stupid.

Ember’s wolf growls even louder, flashing me a view of her sharp teeth, but she doesn’t nip at me as I bury my fingers in her fur at the base of her jaw.

“You’re a beautiful wolf. Majestic and powerful.” I chuckle at the grunt she releases. “I’ve never seen a more stunning beast, but seriously, I need a bathroom visit. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere, except into that room.” I point with my free hand and give her a final scratch with the other.

She doesn’t stop me as I toss off the sheet and stand.

I walk over to the bathroom, handle business, wash my hands, and come out again to find Ember’s wolf sitting in front of my bedroom door.

She glares, like she’s just waiting for me to make a move to try to leave her, and it makes my chest tight.

I take the few steps separating us and squat down, even though it’s awkward, since I’m still nude.

“I’m truly sorry that I hurt you,” I murmur, nuzzling my cheek to her furry jaw. “Ember needed a chance to grow and mature before we could be together. Will you forgive me?”

Her warm breath fans over my neck as she chuffs her displeasure. She could rip my throat out, and while I would likely heal from the wound, it’s incredibly humbling to realize how large her wolf has grown since I’ve seen her last.

I dig my fingers into her furry jaw. “My dragon says you’re angry with me. You know how much I care for Ember. That includes you too.”

This is a very one-sided conversation, but she eventually licks my cheek.

I chuckle at the scratchy feeling.

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