Page 55 of Dragons' Bride
Quinton’s tongue pillages my mouth, his free hand sliding up my skirts.
I tense.
Pressing his knee between mine, he parts my thighs firmly, trapping my legs with his own to keep me from closing again. “Focus onyoursensations,” Quinton whispers against my mouth. “The rush ofyourblood, not mine. Your blood, your heart, your lungs. Understand?”
I struggle to obey, forcing my senses inward to my own body. I feel my need throbbing through me, a counter resonance to the overwhelming pounding inside my skull. The scent of my arousal fills my lungs. Zings of sensation crackle over my skin… But I still feel Quinton’s body too. The rush ofhisblood, and the pounding ofhisheart. The pain in his cock, that is so engorged I don’t understand how it hasn’t burst from the pressure.
“Focus on yourself,” Quinton orders, his voice hardening. “Or I’ll bend you over the bed and take your ass with my cock.”
The threat doesn’t sound nearly as menacing as it should though none of the dragons had fully taken me that way yet.
Quinton makes a sound in the back of his throat. Pushing away my undercloth, he runs his fingers between my folds, flicking my nub ruthlessly.
Thatgets my attention. Arousal, sharp as nails, shoots through my nerves. My thighs tighten, my back arching against Quinton's hold. My rising need crashes against the phantom feel of his.
Quinton slides through my slick folds again and again, tracing the rim of my quickly engorging nub, only to pull away a second before I can catch my release. The arousal building inside grows so intense that it hurts. I whimper, embarrassed at the pitiful mewling sounds coming from me.
“Not yet, little human.” Quinton doubles down on his torment, now slipping his fingers into my wetness. I grip him hungrily, with my hands and my channel, as if I can keep him there.
I can’t.
Quinton pumps in and out and I buck against him in search of more contact. His hold on me is unrelenting, his legs holding me open, his free hand gripping my hair. He has me anchored to the wall, and is feeding my arousal like a fire, spurring the flame with each touch.
The urgency for release builds inside me, its pressure so intense that I fear I’ll burst apart. My breasts ache. My sex screams. My calves tighten into stones.
I moan.
“Quiet,” the prince orders. “You have to stay silent.”
He might as well demand that I turn into a dragon and fly away. My apex throbs in rhythm to my heart. In rhythm tohisheart. I feel the rush of the coming release. The sensation drives me higher and higher with each flick and pump of Quinton’s fingers, an abyss opening beneath me. I shudder with the need to come.
Quinton’s teeth scrape against the pulse on my neck.
Pleasure mixes with pain, overwhelming everything.
“Qui – ” I start to holler, but the dragon prince’s hand grips my throat, cutting off the sound and making my sex scream its pleasure instead.
28. QUINTON
Quinton gripped Kit's throat, the spike of pleasure in her scent hitting him so hard that he nearly staggered. Kit’s climax convulsed through her body, dilating her pupils. Quinton’s heart pounded and the claiming growl building up inside his chest nearly gave them both away. If he’d ever doubted whether his soul's deep need for this human was the universe's penance for everything he’d done, he now knew it for a fact.
Giving up his life for hers would be easy. But giving up claiming her? That went against every primal instinct his dragon roared with.
Kit’s hands dug into Quinton’s wrist as he loosened his grip on her throat, but continued to stroke her swollen apex. She’d come once already, but there was more to tease out. Giving no reprieve, he pumped her channel with his fingers. She tried to writhe away from the stimulation, but it did her no good. Quinton’s restraints on her legs and neck gave no quarter, which drove her deliciously crazy. And he was about to make her even more so.
Quinton constricted the hand gripping Kit’s throat again and watched her eyes widen.
Her body fed on the edge of danger. She was so small. So responsive. So full of spirit and vulnerability that Quinton shook with need for her.
His cock screamed as she neared her next release, his scales laid so tightly against his erect shaft that they imprinted the skin. The aching pressure was too much to bear. Quinton panted. It was an effort of will to keep from ripping through the human’s clothes and sheathing himself inside. But he didn’t. He let her have it all.
Kit’s pleasure reached its pinnacle just as Quinton bit back a scream of his own need. Her body arched as she climaxed. She was gorgeous as she came, with blushing skin that seemed to glow brighter each time she shattered. The scent of her pleasure saturated the air and coated his tongue. Stars. It was intoxicating. She was intoxicating.
The self-control he’d held in a death grip all these weeks slipped further away with each twitch of her pulse. He could see it, pounding against her neck. So close. Calling to him. Echoing the pulsing ache in his cock. But he wouldn’t take her. Her carnal urge was driving her now, but in truth she hated him.
Taking her now, when she was in no true state to refuse, was akin to force. That was a line Quinton would not cross. What Ettienne did, forcing himself into Kit’s mind, disgusted him still. Once the final spasm of climax rolled through Kit’s body, Quinton peeled his hand away from her neck and lowered her to the floor.
She looked up at him, her eyes glassy, but sated, her body free of whatever had made her mimic Quinton’s blood magic.
