Page 111 of Dragon Unhinged

Brianna’s heels dig into my ass, pulling me in closer, and her hands tug at the button on my jeans, as if she needs this just as badly as I do. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and I just want to rip her clothes right off her, rip both our clothes off, so that nothing is between us.

My dragon pushes against my mind, growling lowly in my head,Mine!

“We need to stop.” I push away, digging my claws into my palms so that I don’t hurt her.

“What? Why?” Brianna sits up, her hair a mess already, with a furrow in her brow I immediately want to kiss away.

“My dragon. I’m not in control.” I grimace, looking away from her, as my dragon pushes against the magic saturating the basement, trying to hold it inside of my body. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Brianna crawls over the mattress, kneeling in front of me as she cups my face in her hands. “Declan, you are my mate. My dragon. Mine. You can’t hurt me, as long as you’re here, as long as you’re mine.” She pulls her shirt off over her head, revealing the bite mark I left on her. “And I’m yours. The Fates wouldn’t have brought us together if we couldn’t handle this. I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not afraid of your dragon. And if we need to go outside and you need to shift so that I can prove that to you, then let’s go.”

I shake my head, pulling her in tightly against my chest. Careful to keep my claws from scraping her skin. “I don’t know if I can do this and keep my dragon under control.”

“Then don’t.” She shifts to straddle my lap, grinding down against me. “I’m not breakable. Especially now that you’ve claimed me. We’ve been through so much, and we’re just getting started. Don’t quit on me now that we’re finally together, finally in a place where neither one of us is a prisoner.”

Fucking hells, I’m a lucky fucking dragon. But I’m still not entirely sure I trust myself.

“Declan, look at me.” My mate grabs my face, pulling my gaze to hers. “We don’t have to do this. I’m not here just because you know how to make my body feel incredible. If we need to just be together, to just be close, then just hold me.”

I grip her ass, pulling her in close, and growl against her lips, “I want to fucking make you come.”

Flipping her over onto her back, I use my claws to rip the yoga pants off her legs, taking her panties with them. I might notbe ready yet to fully claim her, but I can at least make sure she screams my name.

Brianna, though, seems to have other plans, as she shoves the jeans down over my hips and her hand wraps around my shaft.

My dragon growls in my head again, demanding we claim her, demanding we fill her.

I press my lips to hers, lifting her hips as I line up to take her. I can feel how aroused she is, how badly she needs this, and as I sink into her hot, wet cunt, all I can see, all I can focus on, is her.

Brianna moans as she rocks her hips up to meet mine, gripping my shoulders tightly as her tongue slicks over mine, just as hungry for this as I am. As my dragon is.

And as soon as we’re connected, as soon as I give my dragon what we both crave, it’s like a balm. He doesn’t back off, his voice still demanding we keep this rough, primal, demanding that we mark every inch of our mate with our scent, our bite. But I’m not afraid of hurting her anymore, not afraid that I’m going to rip her open with my claws.

A growl rings out around us, and it takes a second for my brain to realize it’s not just in my head.

Brianna grips my shoulders and rolls us, riding my cock as her palms settle on my pecs. She looks down at me, her dark hair falls down around her face, and I let out a gasp when I see her eyes glow.

The growl I heard came from her. From a dragon of her own.

And it’s so fucking incredible, so fucking hot, as she rocks her hips, bouncing some as she takes my dick deep again and again.

The bite of pain digging into my chest hardly registers as I watch her, matching her pace as she pushes us both toward climax.

She rides me with wild abandon, looking as primal, as wild as any dragon, clinging to me with claws I don’t think either of us were prepared for.

I sit up, pulling her against me, holding her tight as I continue to thrust up into her, eager to feel her orgasm, to feel her tighten around me as she finds her release. Just as I’m about to claim her mouth, she snarls, and her teeth are sinking into my neck. I roar proudly as my mate claims me as her own. I let her ride out her orgasm on my dick, while she finishes her claim.

Once she detaches from me, my mouth finds hers, kissing hungrily, our tongues battling against each other to taste more, to practically become one.

Brianna screams into my mouth, her talons digging into my shoulders, holding onto me tightly as she lets go, like I’m anchoring her to this bed as she comes again. I thrust harder, faster, filling her again and again until I roar out my own release.

When Brianna’s body finally relaxes, collapsing into me, I pant out a whispered, “I love you” as I fall backwards onto the mattress again, tugging her with me gently.

She lifts herself to look down at me. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “Are you kidding? It was amazing. You weren’t conscious when I claimed you. It was nice to feel you claim me back.”

The worry falls away and she smiles. “I liked it.”

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