Page 60 of Dragon's Honor

“You feel so amazing,” he murmured in her ear. “I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside you.”

Finley whimpered again.

She widened her legs when he gently pushed one finger deep inside of her. Another one followed once she’d adjusted to him. She rocked her hips against his hand wanting to find that blissful climax, but he didn’t move once he was buried inside of her.

His hot and heavy breath was in his ear. She clenched her pussy around his fingers and Ash bucked against her ass and groaned against her ear.

She smiled triumphantly, glad that she wasn’t the only one suffering.

He pressed on her clit hard and her smile faded as she arched into his touch. She was so close. Then with two fingers buried inside of her, his palm rubbing against her, and his deep voice purring in her ear, “Come for me, Finley. I want to feel you come.”

She hooked her leg around his hip, angling herself around so she could look up at him. Her body arched and she cried out his name as she came around his thrusting fingers. He kept stroking her, keeping her body tense and convulsing with pleasure.

When the last twitches and jerks of her body subsided, she fell back against the bed and him. She was practically lying on him now. He held her close, his fingers slowly pulling from her. She watched with rapt attention as he licked his fingers clean of her.

She moaned and buried her face in the pillow. “That shouldn’t be hot,” she groaned.

He chuckled. “You taste sweet. I can’t wait to bury my face between your luscious thighs.”

She put her hand over his face and gave him a playful shove. She enjoyed the wet noodle sensation of her body. But he was still hard, pressed against her ass.

“What about you?”

He growled and kissed her hard. “Sleep, Sawyer. Another time.”

“Um, that doesn’t seem…right.”

He kissed her again, gently this time. “I got exactly what I wanted. Now sleep.”

He readjusted them so they were spooned together. She fell asleep feeling warm, protected, and cherished.

13

Dating a Dragon

Ash bolted upright and nearly fell right off the bed. He immediately looked to the other side of the bed, growling when he found it empty. His heart hammered in his chest. He snarled and leapt from the bed. He didn’t even bother grabbing clothes.

His dragon was beneath the surface pushing against his too tight skin. A vision of her torn apart or just gone from his life forever left him feeling panicky. He hurried through the halls.

Why did he have such a fucking big house?!

His steps stalled in the middle of the hallway just outside the kitchen.

Her heard the soft tones of her singing and the familiar scent of eggs and bacon filled his nose. He nearly collapsed against the wall in relief. He let out a much-needed breath. He quietly backtracked.

The dragon beneath was not so satisfied.

Ash tried to soothe the beast inside. He quickly pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt wanting to remain relaxed, certainly more relaxed than he felt.

When he was sure that he wouldn’t shift in the house, he went back to the kitchen. To her.

Ash found Finley making breakfast, like his senses had informed him. She wore nothing but the shirt she’d borrowed from him last night and her blasted panties. He wanted to rip them into shreds. After everything they shared yesterday and last night, he wanted more. He wanted it all.

But he wanted more insight on her. He felt like he’d known her all his life and like he barely knew anything about her.

Finley bounced around to some beat of music he couldn’t hear because it was in her head. She sang a couple of lyrics. He didn’t know the song and didn’t care. She wouldn’t be singing for a crowd any day soon, but her voice was pleasant. Her ass shook and she did a twist in the center of the kitchen.

He leaned on the counter and waited for her to realize she had an audience. She turned around and the spatula went flying and she gasped, her hand flying to her chest.

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