Page 25 of Dragon Unhinged

I grin with a hint of mischievousness, holding her gaze in mine, as I shift so that my fingertips slide under the waistband of her yoga pants.

Again, the overwhelming urge to rip her clothes clean off her body comes into my mind, but I resist the urge, the torment of not seeing her splayed naked for me and continue on the journey before me.

I may demand she brings a change of clothes for the next time, though, just so I can tear them clean off her.

Next time? I’m already getting far too ahead of myself.

Despite my dragon’s insistence that we take her, that we claim her, mark her, mate her, I take my time, trying to memorize what she feels like.

What faces she makes as I work my way closer to her core.

Before I make it though, my fingers touch lace.

Fuck, I want to see her. Not just feel my way to her core. I want her naked. Writhing for me.

I want her so fucking wet, so fucking needy, that everyone in the house hears her screams when she comes.

My dragon wants to prove to the wolf and the bear that she’smine.

“Need you. Naked.” I can’t even string together a full sentence, can’t think about anything other than getting her bare, tasting her. Making her scream.

Brianna bites her lower lip as she carefully stands up, off my lap, and I watch as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her pants.

She smiles at me, almost coyly, and pushes the fabric over her curvy hips.

The triangle of black lace that covers her hardly hides anything, and with one less barrier between me and her wet, tempting heat, I’m lightheaded with arousal and desire.

This is no longer a want, no longer the ability to take my time.

I need her. I crave her. I’m going to fucking have her.

My dragon won’t give in until we have her.

Reaching out, I grab her and pull her in close again, sliding my hands over her ass to hoist her up.

She’s so easy to lift, so easy to bring right to where I want her.

Brianna’s hands come down to my hair as I pull one of her legs over my shoulder, kissing along her inner thigh, right up to where she’s wet. Where she needs me as much as I need her.

It takes next to nothing to pop the elastic holding her underwear in place, so that the black lace slips free and exposes the juncture of her thighs.

Without a word, I pull her in even closer, burying my face in her cunt and taking a long, hungry lick right up her slit.

Fuck. Mine.

Just this first taste, this one lick, makes me think there’s no way I’ll be able to ever sate my hunger for anything but her ever again. There’s no way I can just have her this one time.

Brianna’s nails dig into my scalp, and her hips rock into my mouth.

Covering each of her ass cheeks with my hands, I hold her against me, licking and sucking like a man possessed.

Hell, I basically am. My dragon’s aching to do more, to take every inch of her body for our own, to mark her.

“Declan.” She whispers my name like it’s a prayer on her lips, her hands gripping my hair tight, and every pass of my tongue over her cunt, over her clit, makes her legs shake.

I won’t let her fall, though. I won’t let anything bad happen to her, even for a second.

Instead, I thrust my tongue up into her tight channel, holding her so close I feel like I could suffocate in her scent, in her taste. In the apex of her thighs.

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