Page 56 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
Hovering, Lowell crashes his mouth to mine in a heated frenzy. He spears my lips with his tongues, licking the inside of my mouth as he ruts into my pussy with a reckless rhythm.
Moans and grunts slowly grow louder, thrusts bordering on painful. His claws break the top layer of skin on my stomach as he loses himself in pleasure.
My mind melts each time his cock kisses my cervix, the grooves and texture of his shaft against my walls dissolving my coherence. His narrow tip easily glides past my entrance with every thrust, the girthstretching me taut until I feel like I’m going to break.
I utter a shaking moan when his hips slap against mine so hard I choke, unable to control the noises coming from my mouth.
“You’re taking it so well,” he says softly, the words coasting over my lips. “So good.” He barely finishes the words before swallowing me whole once more in an earth-shattering kiss.
I rake my nails over the scales on his back, the coolness a welcome relief to my blazing skin.
“Harder, Lowell,please,” I rasp between kisses, his tongues occupying most of the space in my mouth.
His saliva is oddly sweet. If I’m not careful, it’ll be all I crave from now on.
Lowell hums, then bites down on my lower lip in the same way I did to him, almost as if a sort of revenge. I taste copper for a moment before he licks it away.
“If I go any harder, I’ll bite you.”
“Then bite me,” I moan. I’m desperate for him to consume me. I want him. I want whatever he’s willing and able to give. Every bratty, rude, evil, violent, monstrous inch.
He shakes his head, body still restrained. “It’ll hurt — and leave a mark. It’s a mating bite meant for scales,” he groans.
Mating bite.
My heart flutters before growing cold at his hesitation. Lowell’s newfound affection for me has stripped him of the one thing I find most irresistible about him, and I can’t get off without it.
Dropping my legs from where they’re locked behind his back, I kick above his injury with the heel of my foot.
Lowell’s eyes pin, but they seem panicked. “May, stop, that’s not a good idea—”
My fist connects with his chest, then again and again until I’m throwing punches so hard I nearly break out into a sweat. My knucklesburn as Lowell’s scales rip at the thin skin, but I don’t stop.
“May—”
Using both hands, I start pushing at his chest. I’m no stronger than before, still fruitlessly struggling against the immovable mass of muscle. Lowell’s eyes snap shut, his biceps flexing as he focuses on giving me even, calculated thrusts. Although it feels heavenly, the anticipation of possibly receivingwhateverhe’s holding back dulls the sensation.
When I don’t get the reaction I want from my shoves, I drive my heel into his injury directly, flailing beneath him like a captured animal. I let out a scream of frustration, digging my nails into his chest.
A deep, terrifying hiss halts my attempts to goad him. My fingers push into his collarbone, bringing clarity to his eyes.
Lowell’s tail slaps to one side of the tent, holding him steady as he lowers me to the ground with my hips lifted and still attached. He cages me with both arms, his palms splayed on either side of my head, claws grazing my cheeks.
“You don’t know what the hell you’re doing,” he warns, teeth bared. Fingers flex against the floor of the bedroll, ripping the already clawed fabric to shreds.
My throat tightens at the sight, a chill running down my spine. Fear and lust intertwine, a vice around my heart that refuses to give an inch to reason. I’m consumed with lust for Lowell, all reason and self-preservation turning to ash with want for this creature and his penchant for eating humans. Including me.
I lift my chin, exposing my neck. “You’re right, I don’t know. So show me,” I say.
Lowell snarls, his mouth gaping and neck straining with failing restraint. His chest is huffing, his scales shivering in waves. I can tell he’s barely hanging on, his primal instincts inching him closer to my neck. All I can do is will that final thread to snap, to push him past the point of no return until we are nothing but opposing flamesconsuming one another.
“You can have me, Lowell,” I say, undulating my hips into his. “In whatever way you want.”
He turns his head away although he continues to dip lower. “It’ll hurt.A lot,”He whispers through the growls, conflicted.
“I don’t care.” I breathe, my voice hitching. “I want it.”
With desperation, I shove my hands into Lowell’s mouth. Yanking his head side-to-side by his fangs, his brows pinch, expression laced with concern.
