Page 71 of The Soul of the Dragon

“Tell me.”

I whimpered at his demand. He got off on hearing me beg for his cock. And while that should have pissed me off, I either didn’t care or I kind of liked when he got like that.

At times, he could be an alpha dick. But if I was completely honest with myself, I liked that darker side to him. Maybe because I suspected there was a softer side to him as well. Somewhere deep in there. Maybe.

“Don’t be mean,” I frowned as my body arced in his direction, desperately wanting a lot more of his touch. Especially in certain places.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it. The words may not come naturally to you yet, but the wanton desire certainly does. And if I want to hear your little whimpers and cries as you beg for me to give you what you need, then that’s a small price to pay.”

I pouted, but as his nostrils flared, I remembered that I couldn’t hide the effect his words had on me. His dragon senses could scent every spike of my arousal and every lie that fell from my lips.

“You can’t make me beg.” I realized my mistake as soon as I said the words. His eyes darkened and that sexy rumble in his chest sounded. It was a weird reminder that he had a dragon inside him, and he had a part in this too.

“You shouldn’t have said that, little beast. Both the dragon and I take that as a challenge.”

I whimpered again, knowing full well that he would make sure he got exactly what he wanted before I got what I wanted. As if to prove that, his fingers drifted around my torso and into the wet heat between my legs.

“Please,” I said again.

He laughed, a dark sound that didn’t sound a bit jovial, and all devilish if you asked me. “Please what?”

I clamped my lips shut, determined to last as long as I could before giving in, even if we both knew that wouldn’t be long from now.

He gently pushed two fingers inside me and I moaned at the delicious friction all while knowing it would never be enough to satisfy me. Not after having his knot inside me, torturing me with pleasure. He had ruined me then, and I wanted him to do it again.

"Isaac," I keened. "More."

"The words," he growled in my ear, his rumble vibrating louder until I practically felt it in my clit. I'd called the sound he made a purr, but now that I was more attuned to it, it clearly was more. Either way, it resonated through me, making my nipples stiff. Even now my body was already reaching for the release it so desperately wanted. But it wasn't going to happen like this.

"I want your cock," I gasped.

"And?"

My back arched from the mattress as his fingers moved faster, harder. The man was relentless.

"The knot. Goddess help me, I need it."

That dark rumbling sound returned and I felt that mocking tone all the way to my core. Part of me wanted to swat at him for it, but I couldn't do it. Not when he removed his fingers. Not when he rolled on top of me. Nor when he slowly pushed himself inside me, seemingly cautious of whether I might still be sore.

But the more I ached, the more slick I produced, making it easy for him to stretch me to fit around his thickness. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when the swollen knot rubbed against me. It would get much larger before this was over and I eagerly anticipated the pleasure it gave me.

"Such a good girl," he crooned in my ear, making any resistance disappear. I scratched at his back and wrapped my legs around his hips to give him the best angle.

I'd never truly known I could feel this wanton. This needy. Nor that I would love it as much as I did. The arousal he'd first triggered days ago was nothing compared to the insanity of this. I couldn't breathe. I couldn’t see beyond the man in front of me. And I certainly couldn’t feel anything but the intense pleasure making my body come alive as he spread me impossibly open.

"You are still so fucking tight. Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"

If I wasn't so desperate I might have thought about how considerate his question was. As it was, I just wanted more and more.

"It feels so good," I moaned as his knot swelled more and pushed against all my nerve endings at once.

"I'm going to ride you so fucking hard, little beast," he warned a moment before he pumped harder. I dug my nails into his back and my heels against his stellar ass as he moved wildly over me. I could already feel the build of what would surely be another massive mind-blowing orgasm.

He suddenly stopped and pulled free.

"No, what are you—"

"Don't complain. I just want to make a little adjustment." He grabbed one of the pillows from the bed and placed it underneath my bottom, angling the lower half of my body upwards. "I'm about to go deep, little beast," he growled a moment before he was between my legs and plunging into me again.

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