Page 78 of The Dragon Recruit
She opened her mouth to reply when he positioned his dick and slowly entered her.
Once he was fully inside her, he groaned. “So hot and tight and bloody hell, so perfect.”
Iris’s pupils flashed rapidly. “Please, Antony. I can’t control my dragon too much longer. She wants a turn.”
With that, he kissed Iris as he retreated and thrust, increasing his pace as he went. Iris’s hands roamed his back, his arse, his arms, and each touch, caress, and light scratch made his cock even harder.
But he refused to come before her. And since he was human, he couldn’t make her orgasm with his semen.
So Antony moved a hand and used his thumb to caress her clit in circles, finding the pressure and speed that made her moan and murmur his name with need, until she finally cried out. As her pussy grabbed and released him, Antony let go and stilled, pleasure flooding his body as he spilled inside his dragonwoman.
He collapsed to the side, taking Iris with him. He kissed her, slowly this time, until she finally pulled away. Her pupils flashed, and she said, “It’s my dragon’s turn. Are you ready?”
Caressing her face, he nodded. “Let’s see what she’s got.”
She smiled. “You might regret those words.”
And he watched as her pupils remained slitted, meaning her dragon was now in charge.
Iris had barely finished orgasming before her dragon roared inside her head.My turn! I want to claim him, to fuck him, until we carry his child.
I know, dragon. Just remember, he’s human and will need more breaks.
Fine. Now I’m done waiting.
Her beast moved to the front of their mind, pushing Iris to the back. Not wanting to be kept inside a mental prison, Iris didn’t try to wrestle back control.
She would only do it if her dragon handled Antony too roughly.
Her dragon flipped Antony onto his back before straddling his waist. “Mine. You’re mine.”
Her male didn’t blink twice at how Iris’s voice was a little deeper now. He put his hands behind his head and smiled. “All yours, dragon. Claim me.”
Iris mentally groaned. The last thing a dragon in a frenzy needed was encouragement or needling.
Although her dragon paused, unsure of how to respond to his reaction. She said, “Do you want me?”
Antony frowned, sat up, and kissed her.
Every lick and nibble and groan wiped away her dragon’s uncertainty.
Iris said,Of course he wants us.
He always seemed like he only wanted you.
Antony flipped Iris’s beast to the bed, on her belly, and raised her arse. He stroked and lightly slapped. “I’ve heard inner dragons like it this way. So I’m going to claim you, dragon. Now.”
As he entered them from behind, her dragon arched into the touch. “Yes. Claim me, human.”
As their male took control, moving his hips faster and faster, Iris was amazed yet again. Antony had been able to read her dragon’s need and act accordingly.
Somehow, he had done his homework.
But the faster he moved, the less Iris could concentrate. Her beast might have control of their mind, but they both experienced every sensation and the building pressure.
Then he reached a hand around and stroked her clit. Between his fullness from behind and his skilled stroking, the pressure burst and pleasure coursed through their body. Her dragon roared—albeit with a human voice—as Antony stilled and moaned her name.
He remained behind them, curved over their back, and kissed the back of their neck. “Can I take a break with Iris, dragon? This old man needs to regroup.”
