Page 90 of A Witch and Her Dragon
I don’t want to be careful. Yet Imustbe careful.
“Raelan,” she whispers. Her breath is a kiss upon my face, a trembling thing that makes my cock leap to attention.
“Are you... sure?” I grate out, heat continuing to build as I try to hold my beast at bay. “If I do this, there’s no going back.”
The soft look on Alina’s face shifts. Her blue eyes narrow, lips pressing into a firm line.
In one smooth movement, she slides into my lap, her legs on either side of my hips. The thin nightdress she’s wearing—likely from when she was abducted—rides up, revealing her bare thighs. Slowly, she reaches to unclasp the cloak she’s wearing, and the heavy fabric falls to the floor with a thump, revealing her bare shoulders, the slope of her throat.
“Raelan Ashvale,” she says, voice taking on a hard edge. Her fingers come up to wrap around the back of my neck, cradling my head, holding me captive, forcing me to look her in the eye. “Stop resisting. Fucking claim me.”
My mouth captures hers as soon as the last word leaves her lips.
I’m done. I can’t do it anymore.
I’m hers. Wholly and completely.
No more running. No more fighting.
I submit to her.
Now my hands are on her thighs, her hips, exploring the feel of her body through the satiny texture of the thin nightdress clinging to her skin. When my cock jumps, yearning to be buried inside her, I tighten my grip about her hips and grind her into my lap, feeling her heat through the baggy borrowed trousers I found upstairs. Her response is a breathy moan.
More of my dragon bleeds through. Its hunger twirls through me, and my gums ache as my canines shift into fangs. Alina breaks our kiss and sits back.
I growl, displeased to have been parted from her.
But she doesn’t care. With one hand, she reaches for my mouth, and her thumb glides along my upper lip, pulling it back to reveal my fangs.
“How does it work?” she asks. “The claiming.”
Again, my cock jumps. She must feel it between her legs, for she lets out another small breath, color dancing in her cheeks.
“I’ll bite you,” I say. My voice is gravelly, strained. “And then I’ll fuck you.” I push my hips up into hers, and she gasps. “And then you’ll be mine. And I’ll be yours.”
Her smooth sandy-brown throat bobs as she swallows. A heavy scent curls through the air: desire mixed with fear—herfear. The smell is intoxicating. My dragon writhes.
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper, though my dragon rages at the implication that she might say no.
Alina regards me for a long moment—such a long moment that I think she’s changed her mind. But then she leans forward, lips a hairsbreadth from mine, and whispers, “I’m sure. Make me yours.”
Her words send me to my feet, my hands wrapping around her ass. Then I’m turning us over, pressing her back into the couch cushion. I loom over her, gazing down at the pink in her cheeks, the soft blue hair tangled in a halo around her head.
She’s so gorgeous, it makes me ache.
I want her. I need her. Imusthave her.
I peel off my tunic and drop it to the floor beside the couch. Then I stand, and she watches me with wide blue eyes as I pull the trousers from my hips.
My cock stands at attention, hard and throbbing. Her lips part, reminding me of the night in the greenhouse, the feel of her mouth wrapped around my shaft. It makes more scales form across my bare skin.
Then I’m crawling back onto the couch, taking her wrists in one hand and pinning them above her head. Immediately, her breathing accelerates, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Her nipples harden, poking through the thin fabric of her nightdress, tempting me to take them into my mouth the way I’ve dreamed of doing.
With my other hand, I drag a single razor-sharp claw through the material of her dress, and it splits without a whisper of resistance, parting like water. Alina gasps as the nightdress falls away, revealing her naked body beneath mine.
Her small breasts tremble as she shakes, her muscles tense and coiled with anticipation. The firelight illuminates the contours of her ribs, her stomach, her hips. And finally, I get to see what stays hidden between her legs—a small mound of sky-blue hair, glistening lips hidden right beneath.
A growl rumbles in my chest. My mouth waters.
