Page 53 of Primal Dragon

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Drake returnedto the club just as predicted, and then he didn’t leave. Quinn and Henrik finally relented and gave up their watch, leaving it to Nash and Syrena. They headed back to Quinn’s place to get some rest. They’d been trapped in the car for nearly seventeen hours. Henrik didn’t come to bed with her. She was a little hurt that he didn’t want to curl up with her again, but at the same time, she understood it.

They came from two different worlds. He would always see her as less, as unable to protect herself, but she wasn’t weak. She didn’t want to be weak. James and Drake were her family and she wanted to protect them as much as she wanted to protect Henrik.

She liked that he wanted to keep her safe, but not at his expense.

Henrik had enough people to protect on his own. He didn’t need to add her to his list.

It took a while, but she eventually fell asleep.

Sometime later, she woke feeling overly warm. Her eyes fluttered open and she realized that there was a warm body blanket wrapped around her. Henrik must’ve come in at some point and got into bed with her.

She wondered if he wanted to or if it was just his dragon that made him finally relent.

Just like in the car, her body perked up with his closeness and near nudity pressed up against her. Her thighs squeezed together trying to quell the heat and wet building up in her core. She’d experienced being horny plenty of times in her life, but this was a new level of ache.

Her hips shifted and wiggled as she tried to drown out the desire. She wanted to go back to sleep and not complicate what was already complicated between them.

His arm wrapped around her, hauling her against him. “You have to stop squirming, sweetheart. I’ve got blue balls as it is.”

She flushed, her pussy clenched, and she let out a small moan.

His chest vibrated against her back as he growled. “You’re asking to get fucked.”

Quinn drove her ass right into his crotch. “I feel…insanely turned on,” she panted. “Your dragon pheromones are ridiculous.”

“It happened in the car too, didn’t it?”

She nodded woodenly. She wasn’t even looking at him, but she could feel him aware of everything she was doing. She was embarrassed and even more turned on. What was going on with her?

It meant something. She didn’t care. She didn’t want to be more out of control than she was already. Except, she liked how she felt. She especially liked Henrik wrapped around her.

His hand spanned her hip and his fingers dug into the fleshiness there. He yanked her back into him, her ass pressing against his steel cock. “I know the feeling. I haven’t experienced this either,” he murmured against her ear.

“I didn’t think you were going to sleep in my bed again,” she murmured.

He let out a breath. “I didn’t think I should. I didn’t think you wanted me to.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because I hated not being wrapped around you.” He ground his cock against her ass. “And blue balls or not, I really like feeling your body against mine.”

“We could just give in. Screw fate. Screw the future.”

His teeth scraped along the flesh of her throat. “I think you overestimate my control, sweetheart.”

She chuckled and turned around in his arms. “I think you overestimate mine.” She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, her core pressed against the ridge of his dick. She rocked her hips. He hissed and his hands slammed down on her hips holding her still, but against him.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m going to make you pay for that.”

The phone on her nightstand lit up and started playing music, one of the phone’s default melodies.

Henrik’s face contorted into fury and Quinn could see why someone would fear him. “Fuck.” He rolled her off him gently and picked up his phone. “What?”

Quinn propped herself up on her elbows and watched him as he paced her bedroom.

“Yeah, fine. We’re going.”

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