Page 45 of Dragon Unhinged

“Fuck, if you keep this up, I might come in my pants, Brianna.” He groans out his words, even as he grinds up against me, as desperate for me as I am for him. “I need you.”

I get up, intent on stripping off my yoga pants, but he moves too, bending me over so that my hands are pressed flat on his bed and my ass is sticking up in the air.

With one deft tug, he has my yoga pants down over my hips, and then he’s kneeling behind me.

When his tongue slides over my wet pussy, I can’t hold back the moan that seems to echo on the cinder blocks. The yoga pants make it harder for me to widen my stance, to give him easier access, but it doesn’t seem to matter. His tongue plunges deep, pressing his face into me more.

My hips tilt up, trying to get more, trying to let him take his fill of my taste. I never thought sex could be like this. If anything, I figured I’d end up getting married, pregnant, and then surreptitiously buying vibrators and trying to find my own orgasms. But it’s like Declan has a secret mantra, an insistence to make sure that I climax at least twice, every time he has me naked.

Usually more.

I would’ve never thought I could find a guy who actually enjoys making me come, who actually puts my pleasure before his own.

Declan’s groan seems to make every part of my pussy quiver, like his voice is a fucking vibrator. His hand comes up between my legs, toying with my clit with his thumb before he slides two fingers into me, deep.

He knows just where to touch, just how to move, to make my knees shake. To make my muscles clench around him.

But I’m not expecting his tongue to slide a little higher, to my ass.

“Declan!” I groan, partly out of shock, and partly out of surprise.

He pulls back, just slightly, his fingers still moving within my core. “Yes, princess?”

I look over my shoulder at him. At the wetness coating his beard. At the smug look in his eyes. “You…”

“We don’t have to do anything more tonight. But someday, I’m likely going to want to fuck your ass.” He smirks at me. “I want to make you come with my cock buried deep in your ass. I want all of you, Brianna.”

I know my cheeks have to be a neon red. But I also know that just the idea of him claiming all of me is making me drip down his fingers. “You do?”

“You are my mate.Mine.Of course I want all of you. I want to learn everything that makes you this wet. I want to explore anything and everything I can to keep my mate good and truly satisfied.” He grins, leaning down to lap at my core around his fingers. “I want to keep you aching for me. Always.”

His fingers curl into me, pressing into my g-spot as he continues to toy with my clit, to lick up the arousal pouring freely from me now. My climax is close, and the longer he touches me, the more I feel like I’m turning into a complete puddle of need for him. “Please, Declan, make me come. And then fuck me like I know you want to.”

His tongue goes back to my ass, and I groan out a deep, guttural sound as my climax rips through me.

I am one damn lucky human.

Chapter

Nineteen

DECLAN

Iam never going to get enough of Brianna coming on my cock. Coming on my tongue. On my fingers.

My dragon is still pacing, scratching along my chest, trying to break free, trying to demand that I fill her with my cock, with my seed, and then claim her.

Even if I thought I could live with myself if I claimed her now, I don’t even know if it’s possible. I need my dragon fangs, and I can’t even manage the tiniest of partial shifts with these damned cuffs.

At least I can go for two out of three.

Licking her arousal off my fingers as she pants, her cheek pressed to the concrete of my bed, her ass still in the air, I can’t believe how fucking amazingly fate gifted me the perfect mate. Even if I have to be imprisoned here, there’s no doubting fate.

I quickly shuck off my pants and stroke myself, not wanting to rush. Enjoying the view of her body, flushed and needy, dripping wet, aching for my cock.

My control doesn’t last long though, as my dragon’s insistence drives me forward.

Need.

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