Page 119 of Primal Dragon

“It protected my brother’s mate from Dragon Fire. It must’ve protected you from both.”

“That’s lucky. What happens if I take the heartstone off?”

Henrik’s growl was predictable.

Syrena pointed at her. “I wouldn’t do it any time soon.”

“This one won’t let me anyway.” She patted Henrik’s chest.

“Never is fine with me,” Henrik grunted. “We’re not going to figure it out tonight. May I please just take my mate home tonight?” Henrik’s voice was strained.

“I’ll drive you,” Warren said.

Henrik shot him a glare. “You just like driving my car.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Hardly. Let’s go.”

Henrik couldn’t pay much attention to anything but Quinn. He just held her close. By the time they were in his house, headed up the flight of stairs to his bedroom, he couldn’t bear the weight of the day any longer.

Quinn stripped out of her clothes and crawled onto his bed. Henrik settle in next to her.

“Your bed is enormous,” she said.

“I’m a dragon. We like luxurious things. A California king-sized bed is luxurious.”

“Along with the Egyptian cotton,” she teased.

He wrapped around her, like Smaug snuggled in around his treasure. She was small in his arms, but she fit perfectly against him.

“I want to claim you, but I don’t want to it today. Today was a shit day. I want to have a new day when I officially make you mine.”

“You know you can’t just wait for everything to be perfect to share some grand event.” she murmured.

“Are you saying you want to be claimed right now?”

“I almost lost you, almost lost myself today. I’d rather go to sleep knowing that when I wake up in the morning, we belong to each other for real. That the ‘will they-won’t they’ questions are answered and put to rest. If I’d just asked you to claim me in the first place, you would’ve never thought she was me. You would’ve known for sure it wasn’t me. Right?”

“Most likely.” Henrik squeezed his eyes shut and pulled her closer.

His dragon was already awake at the thought of claiming her. Henrik’s dick hardened at just the mention of it.

“I’m not sure how in control I can stay,” he said through gritted teeth.

Quinn turned around in his arms. “There’s no reason for you to be gentle. I know you won’t hurt me.”

Henrik leaned in and kissed her. He forced himself to be tender and gentle. He wanted to share an intimate moment as a man before he fucked her into oblivion as her mate. Quinn’s tongue slid along his lower lip. Henrik opened his mouth and plunged his tongue into her mouth, enjoying the moan it elicited from her.

Just like that his will snapped.

He manhandled her so she was beneath him, her thighs spread around his hips, her gorgeous breasts pressed against his chest. He was kissing her like his life depended on it. He kissed along her jaw, down her neck, over her shoulder and then traveled south toward her breasts.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth, basking in the glow of the other heartstone. His mate was so fucking sexy. He would never get tired of her moans and cries as he pleasured her.

Henrik reached between their bodies and lined up his cock. He dragged it through her wet, hot slit and then found her opening. He pushed inside her roughly, groaning as he filled her, until his pelvis was resting against hers.

He captured her mouth, holding himself deep inside of her, claiming her pussy, her body, her mouth. He was claiming his mate. She wanted to be claimed by him.

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