Page 54 of Dragon Exposed

She moaned, digging her fingernails into my scalp. “Then do something about it.”

There wouldn’t be enough time to put the seats down, to make even a halfway comfortable space to claim her. Not if she kept grinding on my dick like that.

With a groan, I shifted her just enough to rip the back door open. The metal of the car protested the rough motion, but I really couldn’t care enough to be more gentle. If the door came off, I’d just buy a new one.

A few seconds later, I had Izobelle laid out across the back seats, her shoes and yoga pants discarded on the floor next to her. Her pussy was on display for me, glistening wet in the low light, practically dripping for my cock already.

Izobelle shimmied out of her shirt, dropping it and her bra onto the floor too, so that she was completely naked. And all mine.

I didn’t care what had happened with the lapis dragons—if another shifter so much as looked at my mate like this, spread wide and in need of a good, rough fucking, I’d rip his head off. She was mine, and mine alone.

When I pulled out my cock and stroked it in my palm, the hungry look in her eyes as she licked her lips and slid her own hand between her thighs made me ache.

Gripping her hips tight, I pulled her to the edge of the seat, so that her ass was almost hanging off, and thrust into her tight, wet heat with a groan.

“Fuck, Levi, you’re so damn big.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, keeping me close as she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me down to kiss her again.

I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of kissing my mate, of tasting every inch of her. I couldn’t imagine how anyone would get one taste of this woman, and ever think it would be enough. She made me feel like I could get drunk off her kiss, like she was the only one, the only thing in the world, which could sate the hunger I felt.

When I started to thrust, riding her body slow and rough, she moaned against my lips, arching into me. I had no doubts she wanted this, needed me, as badly as I needed her, and I wouldn’t stop until she’d come hard at least twice.

I wanted her body soft and pliant, relaxed from the sweet release of her orgasms, before I sunk my teeth into her skin.

Before I marked her as my own.

21

Claiming what’s Mine

IZOBELLE

If someone had told me last week that I’d let a guy I’d just met fuck me—bare—in the back of an SUV, right off the side of the road, I would’ve laughed in their face.

So much of my life had changed so quickly, but there was no doubt in my mind that this was exactly where I needed to be, that this was exactly what I needed.

It was far from conventional, far from what I’d envisioned when I’d get together with girlfriends and flip through bridal magazines, trying to find the perfect white gown, the perfect veil length, for one day that was supposed to be the most magical, the most special day of a woman’s life.

Instead, I was getting fucked so hard I was half-certain that we’d do damage to this luxury SUV in the process of him claiming me.

I didn’t know why, but somehow the fact that he wanted to wear my bite too, that he wanted my claim as badly as he wanted to claim me, was a huge turn on. I clung to him, rocking my hips hard into his with every thrust. If I ended up bruised, or sore, it was going to be more than worth it, for as incredible he felt inside me.

Levi groaned, burying his face in the curve of my neck, his fingers holding onto my lower back tight. “I could get lost in the feel of you, Izobelle. Come for me, let me feel that sweet cunt let go.” He kissed along my shoulder, letting his teeth just barely scrape over my skin, as he thrust deep, holding us tightly together.

When his fingers found my clit, I cried out, arching into him more, pressing every inch of my exposed skin against him, wishing he wore less clothing, wishing I could feel all of him too. I wanted nothing between us as I climaxed, giving myself over to the man who was surprisingly perfect for me, just what I always dreamed but never thought I’d get.

When he didn’t bite, even as I came hard enough that my whole body shook, I wanted to argue with him, to fight against the fact that he didn’t give me what I demanded.

Levi, though, didn’t seem to be nearly done, as he started thrusting into me again, building up the heat in my core again quickly.

“You’re wearing too many clothes. I want to feel your skin.” I slid my hands under his shirt, enjoying the shiver that passed over his muscular form as my fingers danced along his body. “I want to touch all of you.”

He groaned, thrusting deep before he reached up and pulled his shirt off with one hand, throwing it down next to mine. “I’m yours, Izobelle. All yours.”

I licked my lips, drinking my fill of the sight of my hot, ripped, dragon of a man. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around the fact that the fates would’ve chosen me for someone as amazing as he was, but I wasn’t about to argue with it. Not when I was clearly getting the better end of this fated mating.

With a moan, I shifted my hips back, letting him slide completely out of me, and I sat up. “I want to ride you.”

It wasn’t a request I made lightly. Too many men, too much of society liked to point out all the areas of my body that were somehow “disgusting” because they jiggled, because they were soft.

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