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“Did you forget that you have claws right now?”
I smirked. “Who said I was going to use my fingers?” For effect, I stuck out my tongue. It was forked and longer in this form.
He gaped up at me. “Oh fuck.”
Chapter Fifteen
Daman
My eyes rolled back as Warrin’s forked tongue slid in and out of my ass.
“Fuck,” I moaned as he circled my outer rim. I fisted the blanket as he dove back in, pushing his tongue deep inside of me. His tongue was long enough that he could easily lick my prostate with each pass.
I’d never been rimmed so good in all my life.
It was a toe-curling type of pleasure that had me gasping and begging for more. I could one hundred percent blow my load with nothing but his tongue.
“Why in the hell haven’t we done this before?” I asked in a breathy, shaky voice, desperate to come but also wanting to make it last.
“Because you never asked.”
“Well, this needs to be a regular thing.”
Warrin’s raspy laugh shot straight to my dick. “Works for me. I love your taste.”
His tongue slowly slid back in—teasingly slow. My thighs quaked when he brushed my prostate and lingered there, flicking his tongue against it.
“War!”
“What do you need,kotya?” he murmured, gliding his nose along my ass cheek before gently biting it. “Tell me.”
“I need…” His tongue back inside me. His thick cock fucking me mercilessly. “You. I need you.”
“Then you shall have me.”
Warrin pushed me farther up on the bed, and I rose to my knees, my wings spreading out on each side of me. He stroked my feathers before hooking an arm around my waist and hauling me on top of him. I turned on his lap and straddled him.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, our cocks sliding together as I rolled my hips. “For me to ride you?”
“Yes.”
I coated his cock in lube. In his hybrid form, it mostly kept a human shape, but it was a lot bigger and soft white with hues of blue instead of the fleshy pink. The texture was slightly different too, with unhuman-like ridges.
Bellamy referred to me as a monster fucker… and he wasn’t exactly wrong. I’d banged all sorts of males, from mermen to shifters and faeries.
Warrin wasn’t a monster though. He was my dragon. My fated mate. I refused to fight it any longer. I refused to fighthim. Though scary, I had never felt more alive than when in his arms.
I guided his tip to my entrance and slowly sank down on him. My ass stung at first, and I breathed through it. Warrin watched where we connected, his chest rising and falling faster the deeper his cock pushed into me. There was something beastlike about his blue eyes as they met mine, the irises faintly glowing.
“Mine,” he growled, lightly moving a hand down my ribs.
Our soul-mate connection amplified both of our possessiveness. My teeth ached as my gaze fell to his throat. The urge to claim him was becoming harder to fight.
“Yours.” I rode him nice and slow, savoring the feel of him. The ridges in his cock were indescribable and made me emit noises I’d probably be embarrassed about later.
Warrin squeezed my ass cheeks. I brought his face to mine and kissed him hard on the mouth. His scent strengthened—snow-covered spruce and winter berries—almost as though our connection caused him to release his sweet pheromones. I stroked one of his horns, smiling when a deep groan rumbled in his chest.
“That’s so hot.” I came down faster on his dick and gripped both of his horns.
