Page 134 of Centaur Bolt

Mine, both my monster and my beast screamed.

She was MINE. I knew it with more certainty than I’d ever known anything. My gums itched as the big fangs dropped, and I leaned forward to trail my tongue along the back of her shoulder. I reached beneath, my fingers seeking her tits as she bent over me. I’d never touched a human woman’s tits before. They were soft, so soft, and as I wrapped my hands around them, my dick twitched.

She moaned at my touch, muffled by what she was feasting on. My hips pushed up into her as my thoughts dissolved. I wanted more. Wanted to sink myself into her heat.

I lifted her lips off me, and then, lifted her. As I held her poised above me, I looked far too large for her.

She squirmed in my grasp, her fingers still attached and circling the burgeoning head of me. “Yes,” she purred. “I want it, Havoc.”

My pulse thundered as I lowered her, and then, she took control. Pushed her hips down until my swollen head sank into her silken folds. We both froze, and I groaned as sensation stampeded through me. Then she grabbed my shoulders, and pushed off them to shove me deeper, inch by glorious inch.

Tight, so tight. And hot. And wet. I lost myself in her as she took all of me. Slowly, but as she wriggled onto the last inch, I nearly lost my mind. Dropped my lips onto her shoulder, fastening them where the graceful slope of her neck flared…

Then, amazingly, she began tomove. To rise, and fall, to twist and tilt. I rumbled with the power of what swept through me, my balls pulling up tight to my body, my dick swelling until we were locked together.

All the while, she uttered small, whispery moans and cries that drove me nearly wild. Her skin was salty beneath my tongue, her scent sweet with a hint of spice, but no trace of Dragon. Not anymore.

This was pure Riley.

Her tempo increased, driving the breath clear from me. Both my monster and my beast kept hammering at me, demanding culmination. And as her cries rose in volume, and the lightning sensation gathered at the base of my spine—I peeled my lips back from my teeth, and sank them into her shoulder.

And we shattered.

Wave after wave swept us away. The power of it—I would have screamed if I could have. As it was, I uttered strangled sounds around her.

Then, suddenly, she stiffened. Pulled away, ripping my teeth from her. Blood flowed down her shoulder.

“WHAT THE FUCK! YOUBIT ME?”

Still wrapped up in the euphoria, my only concern was her torn skin. And the only response I could think of was “yes.”

Her eyes flashed a piercing green as she rose and backed away from me. “Did you just turn me into a fucking Dragon?”

She did a little bounce as she accused me, and the resulting echo in her tits derailed any coherent thought. “You don’t want to be a Dragon?” Not that my thoughts would have changed anything, really. Who didn’t want to be a Dragon?

“No!” She almost screamed the words. “You had no right to do that!”

As I rose, too, both my monster and my beast insisted that I had every right. It was at that moment that my brain finally kicked in. I’d bitten her because I wanted her to be both a Dragon. Andmine…

Sharding hell. Fine time for my human to take a vacation. The blood pouring down her shoulder seemed to derail it further. “I have to lick that,” I said.

“What?” She covered her tits with her arm, and her other hand was at her groin. As if I hadn’t seen every square inch of what she’d offered. And she had offered. But her expression now clearly showed that she didn’t want me anywhere near her.

“If I don’t lick it, it will continue to bleed,” I stated, pushing my scales over my body. “My licking it will stop it and start the healing.”

Her jaw clenched. “Youbitme,” she repeated.

“Yeah. I did.”

Our gazes clashed, and I swear I heard the metallic ringing of swords. I wasn’t about to apologize for biting her, although I regretted it intensely. Hoped it didn’t mean what I was sure it did.

I wanted to be free. This was the farthest thing from it.

“Will licking make it worse?” she asked. “Or is it already too late?”

“It won’t make it worse,” I said. Although I really had no idea. I just wanted to stop the blood coursing down her arm.

“All right,” she said.

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