Page 66 of The Soul of the Dragon

His nostrils flared wide as more of my scent permeated the room. On a shuddering breath he closed his eyes, unable to hide his own reactions. I wasn't making this any easier for him either, but I didn't care. Somehow meeting him had started all of this and we were going to have to end it—together.

"Are you sure this is what you want? Twenty minutes ago you were running away from me."

"Yes." It wasn't a lie. I neededhimand I couldn't imagine anyone else the same way.

A few more beats passed between us before he finally reached between my legs and rubbed his fingers up and down my inner thighs. I whimpered as disappointment warred with yearning. Teasing me wasn't going to help. He had to know that.

On the next path, his fingertips grazed over the heart of my heat, forcing me to release a shaky breath. I tried to inhale, but I couldn't get enough air into my lungs.

"So wet," he murmured. "The stories of an omega's slick heat was not exaggerated. I cannot wait to taste it. Will it be sweet and submissive or tart and feisty I wonder."

"You can find out," I stated desperately as his words crawled up my spine and grabbed me at the back of my neck. I closed my eyes against the unbearable want now bearing down on me. His touch had ignited a blaze that threatened to burn me alive.

The pounding between my legs intensified, as I fought not to shove my hand alongside his and create more friction.

"By the time I'm done with you, you'll be a dripping mess. Between your slick and my cum, your cunt will be juicier than a southern peach dripping down my fucking chin."

His filthy words sent a fresh wave of need shuddering through me. I had no idea what a southern peach was, but I was pretty sure I wanted it. Right now.

"Please," I pleaded. "You're torturing me."

"That's kind of the point, little beast. Tit for tat. Your scent has tormented me basically nonstop since I found you in that forest, and now it's my turn to play."

"I don't want to play," I whined. “I want to fuck." I lifted my hips in an attempt at more friction from his fingers, and he immediately withdrew them. However, before I could voice my protest, his entire hand slammed down against my pussy, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through my entire body.

"Isaac," I cried, unsure whether I was horrified or about to beg for more.

"I told you I couldn't hold back."

"Then give me more," I cried through another wave of need that seemed to never end.

He stared down at me, his gaze traveling up and down my body. The urge to cover myself hit me hard, and then dissipated just as quickly. Fae were attractive on the outside, I wouldn't hide from that. But I wanted him to see more than just that when he looked at me.

"I like you like this. All wanton and unafraid. Demanding what you need from your alpha is as important as giving what he needs." His growled words rolled through me, pebbling my nipples and making my body arch in his direction.

He reached down and unfastened his trousers before dropping them at his feet. I studied him again, looking for the differences between him and fae. His sheer size alone had caught my eye from day one and I'd gotten stuck there. But as my gaze traveled over the planes of his abs to the thick column of his magnificent cock, I did notice things I'd not before.

Instead of the sleek smooth penis we were taught about in school, his varied in thickness from the root to the tip, with a somewhat wider section not far from the base. And there was more. Along the top of his shaft there were tiny ridges with blunt tops running all the way to his tip. The underside as well.

My pussy clenched at the thought of what those would feel like inside me, rubbing against my walls. A low keen escaped my lips from just thinking about it. Which was met by a rumbling purr from Isaac's chest as he continued to stare down at me.

"Tasting you is going to have to wait. You need my knot first."

I swallowed thickly. "Your knot?"

"This spot right here," he pointed at the thickness I'd noticed near his base. I swallowed hard and licked my lips, and I swore he groaned when I did. "It's already swollen, but just before you make me come, it will grow larger and lock me inside you. You'll be filled with my seed, and it will have nowhere else to go. You won't be able to escape it. It's what your body craves."

My eyes widened. "Will I get pregnant?"

"I'm not going to lie. It is possible. Although not probable during your first heat."

I could barely breathe as he said those words. I knew I should freak out about the possibility of a baby, but in the face of his—him. I didn't hate the idea.

"If I had my magic, I could cast a spell."

He lifted one of his brows like he so often did when he didn't seem to care for what I'd said. "That's unnatural."

"It's reality. When you aren't yet a concubine, a baby... Well, it might not be a good thing."

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