Page 56 of Dragons' Bride
Yes. The human was alright now.
But he wasn’t. He was on the verge of losing control and taking her, uncrossable lines or not. Bracing his hands on the wall, Quinton pushed himself away from Kit and snarled.
She blinked up at him. “So… you aren’t killing me, then?”
“Undecided.” Stars. Ithurtto keep this distance. If things continued this way, there was a good chance she was going to do him in instead.
Moving faster than she should be able to in her state, Kitterny grabbed his shirt and pulled him back toward her.
Quinton snagged her wrists. “What are you doing?”
“Talking. In the only way you seem to be able to communicate – fighting and rutting.”
“What makes you think I want to talk to you?” It was a stupid thing to say given that his cock was straining the seams of his trousers and one flick of Kit’s eyes toward the bulge said she knew as much.
“I don’t care,” she yanked her wrists out of his hold. “I want to talk to you.”
Did she now? The self-control Quinton had been gripping snapped. In a single pounce, he was atop the girl, dropping her to the floor again and ripping that damn dress off. The fabric gave way easily, revealing full milky breasts that fell open for him. Her nipples bunched from the sudden rush of air and he captured one with his mouth.
Kit gasped, then found her voice, her nails raking his shoulders. “Explain why you turned into an asshole.” The end of the asshole sounded like a moan that rose in volume. She didn’t understand the danger of someone finding them here. She never did. It was one of the things that drove Quinton insane about her.
“I’ve always been an asshole.” He clapped his hand over her mouth. “Your imagining otherwise for a time was your problem.”
She bit him. With her teeth. She broke his skin and tasted his blood.
Quinton snarled. The hot sting made red dance along the sides of his vision, drowning out everything else. His world pulsed. His thoughts scattered. His cock screamed. And the dragon inside him? It took over.
Quinton bit her right back, sinking his canine’s into her breast. His canines pierced the human’s skin with ease, and he gulped a mouthful of her blood. Magic flashed inside him. The taste of her made his head swim. It was sweet but edged with arousal and just the right amount of fear.
Yes. Take. Mine.
She called Quinton’s name. Or maybe she didn’t. He could no longer hear. Gripping Kitterny’s hips, he rubbed his face on her chest, rubbing his own scent all over her before sliding down. Scraping his teeth along her belly until the curls of her sex brushed against his lips. His body vibrated, down to the edges of his scales.
Kit gripped his hair.
He broke her hold, then pulled off his shirt and freed himself with a hard jerk of his laces. Quinton mounted her hard and rode her hips. She pushed up to meet him and his cock slid inside with a wet slither. Stars, she was everything he imagined. Hot. Tight. Perfect.His.
“I hate you.” Kit’s nail raked down his arms, and the pain only drove his frenzy.
Quinton pulled back and pounded into her. It wasn’t gentle. It was primal, each stroke pushing the madness higher. Heralding the next.
Kit wrapped her legs around him, adding her own force to his. The rhythmicthump thump thumpof their flesh echoed throughout their bodies. Their souls. The whole bloody world.Thump. Thump. Thump.
The intensity of the coming climax blacked out Quinton’s vision. He gripped Kit’s hips. Her legs tightened around him. Her channel clamped around his engorged shaft.
“Kit.” Quinton’s body spasmed with pleasure so powerful it tipped into agony. The scales along his cock extended against her tightness, making her writhe.
Kit screamed without sound and came hard, her channel squeezing around his cock like a blazing vice, extracting every drop of seed until they both collapsed from the effort. Quinton barely caught himself on outstretched arms before he could crush the human’s small body.
It was then, as he held himself above Kit and panted, that he saw what he’d done.
A deep mating bite bled on Kit’s right breast, binding them together.
Quinton froze. Unable to move or think as deafening silence filled his mind. Stars. He didn’t even remember doing it. Yet the evidence was right there before his eyes. And in the taste of her blood on his tongue.
Kit purred through her haze and brushed the tips of her soft fingers over the gashes her nails left along his arms. “I’d say sorry, but it would be a lie.”
The scratches? She was thinking about scratches right now? Stars take him. She had no understanding at all of what had happened. What he’d done. Quinton threw himself off her, scrambling across the floor to get some distance. Not that distance was going to do anything now.
