Page 120 of Primal Dragon

Her nails bit into his back. “Henrik, move. Please just fuck me.”

“Whatever my mate wants.” He rocked his hips slowly back and then plunged into her again and again.

He held her close, their eyes locked while he pumped in and out of her driving them both toward their orgasms.

“I’m not going to last long. I’m eager to claim you, mate.”

“Good. Do it. There is a time for slow and romantic and that’s not what we’re doing here, Henrik. You’re a dragon. Claim me like one.”

He growled. He pulled out of her making them both groan with the loss of the connection. He hoisted her onto her hands and knees, settling behind her. He slapped her round ass, making her squeak a little. He thrust back inside her hot cunt, his hands gripping her hips, and he pounded into her.

Quinn’s cries grew louder and needier as he fucked her hard. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, along with her insistent chanting of his name and her crying for him to fuck her harder. He was more than happy to oblige.

The connection between them grew stronger as he neared his climax. He could feel her bite on his shoulder radiating, her claim on him prominent. He leaned forward and wrapped his big hands around her larger tits and pulled her up so her back was pressed against his chest. He drove is cock up into her, her ass jiggling with each slap of his pelvis.

His balls tightened, his body ready for the release.

“You’re mine, Quinn, always and forever,” he said against her ear.

His teeth elongated and he kissed her shoulder, then opened his mouth over her flesh and sank his teeth in.

Her pussy clamped down hard around his dick. He bucked against her a few more times and then buried himself deep inside her, while he was biting her, and spilled inside of her. Her pussy milked his cock while they rode out their climaxes together. She was holding his head to her, her body jerking and twitching against his, her cries the perfect melody.

Slowly he released his hold on her, letting her fall forward. He pulled out of her and then reached for her again, pulling her into his arms.

“Are you all right?”

She rolled onto her back so she could look at him. “I am more than all right. That was amazing.”

They laid together facing each other, not talking, not saying anything.

Quinn’s eyes widened suddenly, and she shot up.

“Quinn?”

“I don’t feel right…I don’t…”

Henrik cringed. “Fuck.”

He’d forgotten all about the possibility of her first shift.

He had to get her outside. He lifted her off the bed and carried her through the house as she flailed in his arms. He fumbled with the back door and nearly dropped her. He managed to get her outside. He laid her on the lawn and hoped that his neighbors were fast asleep. As least he’d opted for a privacy fence and space between his house and the three surrounding him.

Quinn arched in the snow, letting out a whimper.

“Henrik,” she gasped right before she shifted.

Quinn rolled onto all fours and her wings hit the tree, the fence, and the porch all at the same time.

“Easy, Quinn.”

She was black like Finley, only she had streaks of orange and red through her scales. Her eyes burned fiery red too. She was gorgeous.

“You all right?”

Quinn’s tail smacked the side of the tree trunk and then the fence.

What the hell?

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