Page 134 of Heart Cradle
The dragon rumbled “Of course”with a knowing chuckle.
“Three will do,”Fenric said, barely holding himself together.
Laren cackled and tugged him backwards by his leathers, pulling his spine against her front, then she swung one leg around him with easy athleticism, straddling him. Her knees braced either side of his hips, cloak billowing behind her like smoke. Her hands shoving his jacket back off his broad shoulders.
“Sit still,” she said, already working his belt. “I’m doing this my way.”
He bit back a groan. “Do I look like I’m resisting?”
“You look like a prince seconds from begging,” she purred, leaning down to nip at his collarbone.
Then, in a flash of magic her trousers vanished. She reached between them, freed him with a single practised tug, and sank down in one slow, deliberate slide, taking him in inch by maddening inch.
“Fuck Laren,” Fenric gasped, hands clamping to her thighs.
“Shut up,” Laren breathed, eyes dark with lust. “I’m riding you into ecstasy.”
Her hips rolled, grinding deep. No rush, just obscene control. A war-drunk rhythm as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head back so she could kiss down his throat.
“You love this,” she said. “Being used and fucked stupid. Knowing I can make you come before we even cross the second ridge.”
“You think this is using me?” he groaned. “Fuck, just don’t stop.”
She rocked faster now, riding him like battle, like victory, like she owned him. Each thrust of her hips had him deeper, his teeth gritted, and eyes blown wide. The wind sharp around their bodies was the only steady part of their blinding rhythm of coupling.
Fenric grabbed her ass, lifting to meet her thrust for thrust. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” she growled. “Not until I say.”
She clenched mercilessly and he cursed, forehead pulling to her shoulder.
“Please,” he rasped.
“Say it.”
“Say what?”
“Say I’m the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. Say I make your cock ache. Say you’d die for me.”
He whimpered.
“Say it, Fenric.”
“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he gasped. “You make me insane. I would die for you. You could kill me, and I’d die smiling.”
She slammed her hips down one final time and he came with a strangled groan, buried deep and body shaking. She followed seconds later, fingers squeezing his broad shoulders, mouth open in a silent cry. When they stilled, still panting, her head dropped to his shoulder.
Laren chuckled against Fenric’s skin. “Sky sex. New favourite activity.”
“You’re a menace,” he groaned.
“And you love it.” She licked his ear. “Avelan won’t survive us.”
“I don’t think I will either.” Fenric exclaimed roughly kissing her temple. “Wait until I tell my brothers.
She at him glared, but her mouth twisted into a lethal smirk.
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