Page 24 of Dragon Unhinged

Somewhere in the back of my mind, possibly the only rational thought I have left, I remember that she has to be able to walk out of this cell later, and I won’t have another man seeing what’s mine.

Mine.

That word echoes in my head again and again, my dragon certain of the fact as much as I’m certain I need air to breathe.

Brianna gasps as I pinch her nipple between two fingers, and I break the kiss to move my mouth down to her chest.

I don’t dare take off her shirt, not until she tells me it’s okay, but that doesn’t stop me from finding the point and closing my mouth around it. Scraping my teeth over it as I squeeze her other breast.

“Declan,” she half whispers, half groans my name, and it sends a jolt straight to my cock.

If she keeps grinding against me like this, I’m liable to ruin the only pair of pants I have with my release.

“I want to taste you.” It’s half a plea, half a command. For the first time in a long time, it feels like my dragon and I are one, even though we’re still separated.

She groans as I continue to toy with her nipples, arching into my hand, into my mouth. Her hands slip from my shoulders, and I can almost feel her trembling as her fingers grip the bottom of her tank top and pull it up.

Over her head.

She throws it onto the cold, dirty concrete floor, and one fleeting thought that she shouldn’t be somewhere so dingycrosses my mind, before her hand guides my head, my mouth, back to her breast.

I flick my tongue over her nipple, reveling in the raspy moan expelling from her lips, before I let one hand slide down her stomach.

To the waistband of her pants.

Would she forego undergarments here too?

Fuck, I want to find out.

Her hips still, and I grudgingly pull away to look at her. To check in.

“Are you okay?”

She nods, her hair a mess, her lips plump and rosy. Her nipple and breast reddened from where my beard has rubbed against her. “I just need a minute to catch my breath.”

I pull my hand away from where I happily would’ve plundered, trying to maintain what little control I have left.

For her.

Mate.

There’s that word again. Spoken with more confidence than anything else I’ve been able to get from my dragon when I’m alone. When we’re not facing down some foe.

Brianna is far from a foe, though.

She might just be perfection itself, and now that I’ve had a taste, I want all of her.

I want her to come on my tongue. On my cock. I want to make her scream, not just whimper little gasps of need.

“Do you want to stop?” I hate the words even before they’re out of my mouth, but I know I can’t push her too far too fast. I don’t want to push her either. I want everything to be as perfect as it can be, even in this dank, dark dungeon I live in.

She shakes her head. “Not at all. I just…needed to remember how to breathe.” She kisses me, her tongue just barely brushing over my lips before she pulls away.

The tease.

“And now?”

She grabs my wrist and brings my hand back to where it was, pressing my palm flat over her stomach. “I think you were about to do something right around here.”

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