Page 59 of Devoted to the Dragon

“Why is that?” she asks on a full-bodied laugh.

“I keep thinking about wrapping those heels around my neck and burying myself inside you until I’m able to thinkstraight again. But knowing you love me too? Now I’ll never be clearheaded.” I fold her into my arms, pulling her against my chest and nuzzling her ear, where there’s the tiniest whiff of floral citrus. If I could, I would roll around in the scent.

She sucks in a breath, the citrus in her scent unfurling with arousal. “You don’t fight fair. We have about fifteen items on the agenda this afternoon before heading to the club.”

“I guess that means we’ll have to be quick,” I growl, skirting my hand up to brush along the underside of her breast.

“That sounds like a challenge, little wolf.” She laughs—a throaty sound that travels straight to my dick—and grabs hold of my hand, tugging me into the large bathroom off the meeting hall. Before the door is closed, she’s given the first order. “Hands crossed. Above your head. Don’t move.”

With a push to my stomach, she’s got me pinned against the wall, her deft fingers undoing my shirt before she works on my uniform pants, yanking them down my legs. The bathroom floods with the scent of arousal, hers and mine, until we’re a cocktail of juicy oranges and sage.

I stare, riveted, as she sinks to her knees and runs her nails down my thighs. Her breath ghosts over the tip of my cock, and it twitches, desperate for more. My head falls back, but I keep my arms in place.

“Did I tell you to move?” She pinches my balls.

“No, dragoness.” I shiver, licking my lips at the sight she makes before me.

Like watching her fly in sunlight, her beauty is blinding. I'm mesmerized by the smirk on her pouty pink lips, the wildness of her white hair mixed with the dangerous glint in her gold eyes, and her lush curves as she kneels. All of it works together to make me feel as if I’m looking at a goddess. I want to drop to my knees and worship her.

“Let me?—”

But my words get lost when she grabs my cock in her tiny hand. It’s heated again, like the first time she touched me, and that electric pulse burrows into my blood, making it feel as though the room is buzzing.

The slow stroke and warm breath make my anticipation rise. I want her to let me take her to the floor so I can worship her pussy while she sucks my cock.

She tsks at me, clearly seeing the intent in my eyes. “Don’t even think about it, pup. This is my show, and I’ll decide what you get.”

Fuck. I love how she takes what she wants and refuses to settle for anything less than what a queen is owed. My dick jumps in her hand, and she squeezes the base of my shaft, choking the bulge where my knot is ready to pop. It sends a burst of fucking fire through my body—pleasure and heat laced with pain—that short-circuits my brain and makes my wolf shake out his fur.

She’s so fucking sexy, I want to beg for the privilege of touching her. One hand strangles my knot while her other creeps down over her breasts. She pinches her nipple through the leather, making it poke out against the fabric. The hand keeps moving, inching her dress up until it’s at her waist, exposing her bare pussy.

“You’re bare?” The sound that escapes my mouth is pure filth, but I can’t help it.

Her smile is practically feral as she dips her middle finger between her legs and plays with herself.

“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy,” I say, my voice past rock bottom and strained from the force of trying to keep myself controlled.

This time, mint joins the citrus, but it doesn’t cool the raging flames. It splatters in the fire, making it sizzle. My hands itch to move. I want to bring her lips to mine or pick her up and pin her against the wall and fuck her until we both cry out.

Her teeth sink into her lower lip, all coy seduction. “You want to taste my pussy, don’t you, pup?”

I nod, my head a yo-yo pulled by her string.

“You need to bury yourself between my legs, lick me until I come, then fill me full of that fat cock. But you’re not allowed,” she taunts, her tone sultry.

Her fingers get more desperate. She bounces her hips, slipping her fingers inside and fucking herself before sucking them into her mouth with a pop.

“I’m dripping for you. So fucking wet I can feel it slipping down my legs.”

Holy shit, she’s got a sinful mouth.

I. Fucking. Love it.

“Please,” I pant. Beads of sweat drip down my forehead, and my muscles ache with how tense I am, waiting on edge for her to finally release me.

“No. You’re going to take it for me because it gets us both hot to know how much you want it and how much you're willing to suffer to get it.” She gives my cock a few slow strokes while she goes back to touching herself.

I watch, ready to pounce, as she drags her fingers between her legs and teases her clit. Her skin is shining with arousal for me, and it’s so hot I can’t hold back my moan. That sound sets her off, and she throws her head back, stuffing herself with her fingers as she drips onto the bathroom floor.

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