Page 29 of Devoted to the Dragon

“Fennik,” she says, the slightest hint of citrus teasing the air.

My tongue traces the shell of her ear before I take a sharp nip on her neck, hoping to draw out more of that delectable scent. “Little dove, you’re caught. And this time, I’m not letting you get away.”

Her body goes lax, and I know this reminder is what we both need.My mouth waters at the promise, even if I can’t bond with her now. Mark my words, my bite will live there one day, claiming her as mine for all the world to see. My dick goes hard, but I ignore it. This isn’t about pleasure or even the bond. This is about my mate and what she needs.

I lift her black leather dress and tear her panties down past the swell of her ass. “Who is your mate? Say it.” My wolf’s possessive desperation fuels each growled word.

My palm strikes her ass, and she cries out on a surprised moan.

“Who?” I ask with another sharp smack.

“You are,” she whimpers. Randi closes her eyes, her nails digging into the wooden desk. “You are, Fennik. You’re?—”

“I’m your alpha.” My palm makes the flesh of her ass jiggle, and my dick twitches at the sight. “And youwillcome to me when you’re scared.” I spank the same spot again and again, watching with satisfaction as my marks bloom on her pale skin.“Youwilllearn to use your words.” Randi wiggles restlessly as I palm the abused flesh. “Wewillfind a way as long as you trust me.”

Randi’s eyes pop open, and she cranes her neck. “I do trust you, Fennik.”

It’s said as a plea, and I answer it as I should have every time before when she ran from me.

“You haven’t, but you will,” I promise.

Randi tries to prove she doesn’t need anyone. I let us both believe that lie. I let her spiral in her fear and doubts even though I saw how losing the guard nearly broke her. I doubted myself. When I should have pushed back, I crumbled.

I was worried about Gunnar, but it was me she needed to be strong.

She needs her ass spanked for running, for denying us both. But more importantly, she needs a firm hand to anchor her when she feels as though the world is spinning out of control. I give it to her, each slap of skin a promise of my claim and a reminder of what that means between us.

She moans, her nails becoming claws that shred the wood. Scales appear and disappear, making the skin on her neck shimmer. She is perfect like this.

“You’re mine to care for, baby girl. I won’t fail you again,” I vow, the desperate edge in my voice giving way to an aching tenderness. I soothe her heated flesh, rub my hands along my marks, and dip my fingers between her legs. The slick glide down the length of her pussy makes my wolf rumble in approval from deep in my chest.

“Alpha—” she whispers, the sound cracking.

It’s the longing in the title that breaks my control. My middle finger finds her clit, grazing it while I cup what’s mine. “That’s right. I’m your alpha, and I won’t let either of us forget it again.” I smack her pussy. Once. Twice.

“Yes,” she moans, her voice full of the same desperation I feel.

Her hands reach around to grope for my cock. I trap them between us, pressing my weight into her with a pleasured groan. She twists, her mouth reaching for me. The kiss is messy and full of all the pent-up tension that’s been strumming between us fortoo long. It’s a hungry, unruly tangle of teeth and tongue that makes my cock throb and my wolf howl.

I pull away, breathless, and drop to my knees, staring at her reddened ass and her pretty pink pussy. She is swollen and wet, so fucking perfect for me. “This is mine.”

“Yours,” she mewls.

I spread her with my fingers and watch how her honey pools. My thumb grazes over her clit, and I lean in, covering her with my mouth. The first fucking taste of her is so sweet. My wolf makes a feral sound, the noise full of savage hunger.

She shivers in my arms, arching into my touch.I reward her eagerness by burying myself between her legs, licking and sucking and nipping at her until she’s slick and needy. My hands dig into the flesh of her ass, spreading her wide as I fuck her on my tongue. Her hips rock back and forth, trying to get me where she wants.

“Please, Alp—” she cries.

I fill her with two fingers, then three. She moans, her pussy so tight it makes my dick ache.

“Come for me,” I demand with a sharp slap with my other hand on her already tender ass.

It makes her quake, and her pussy clamps down on my fingers. I fuck her through her orgasm, loving the rush of slick that drips down my hand. Nuzzling between her legs, I feast on my reward until she’s shaking.

The sound of my zipper is lost among her sharp, panting breaths. I take out my cock, already weeping for her, and fist my length.

She flips around, hopping onto the ruined desk as she sheds her clothes. When she’s naked, she braces herself on her elbows and drops her knees. Her skin is flushed, her small breasts jostling with each heaving breath. Nudging into the space between her legs, I stare at the beautiful woman beneath me.

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