Page 39 of Claimed by the Savage Dragons
‘And we would catch you,’ I breathe. ‘We’d grab you, rip off whatever clothes we’d let you wear, and spread your legs wide.’ I punctuate my words with action, pushing her thighs wider.
‘I’d line up my thick, hard cock right here.’ I notch myself at her entrance and watch as her mouth falls open, her eyes unfocused, ‘and I’d take what was mine,’ I snarl, sliding into her hot, dripping cunt in one smooth motion that makes her give a strangled cry.
But where Brax was rough, I’m the opposite. I let her adjust the way I know he didn’t, and I’m amused when I see his eyes narrow at me from the sidelines. He leans forward and, in a gesture I know is borne of his competitive nature, he kisses her lips.
But she pulls away with a small cry of upset, turning her head away from such an intimate act.
He looks momentarily annoyed but then kisses down her neck instead as if that’s what he was always going to do. He takes a nipple into his mouth and suckles.
He pulls back at her gasp, releasing it with a pop and he chuckles as he eases back. ‘Is that new to you as well? What exactly did Tor even do with you?
‘Just used his tongue,’ she whispers.
Annoyed at their conversation while I’m inside her, I start to move, thrusting into her firmly, but gently, letting her feel every inch of me while Brax looks on.
Her fingers falter as her pleasure rises and I raise a brow at my friend, who blinks almost in surprise at my unspoken order, but almost laughably scrambles to angle his face between her legs to suckle her clit.
I lean back, grabbing a pillow and pulling her hips up to slide it underneath her ass to give my friend more room. His nose brushes my shaft, and I’m filled with something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
Dominance.
He might be higher than me in the pecking order in the Stormriders, but in this room, he’s mine to command.
I keep my pace slow, almost languid, my motions gentle but unyielding. She’s relaxed under me, her eyes still on me as she lets out little gasps with each thrust. If I knew her better, if Ididn’t know myself betterI might call this making love. But instead, I call it what it is, a very gentle fuck to juxtapose Brax’s hard one in the bathroom.
‘More,’ she whimpers.
But I don’t change my pace. There’ll be ample time to plow her into the mattress later. This first time with her is going to be like this with our eyes connected.
‘Lick her,’ I growl at him. ‘Make our female come. I want to feel her pussy walls tighten around me, milk me.’
He does what I say, and she moans under us, her hand fisting in the covers as I feel her body begin to shake with pleasure.
I don’t mean for it to happen, buthesurges up out of nowhere just as she begins to thrash under us, changing the smooth flesh of the human cock that’s trusting into my female into something thicker, longer, harder, ridged,and scaled.
Her eyes widen and her cries turn frantic as the new shape stretches her. It slides in and out of her.
The squeeze of her tight cunt makes my eyes practically roll into the back of my head and I let out a growl of need andpossession, gripping her hips hard so that I don’t lose control and take her as roughly as I want, ashewants.
I feel him pushing against my mind, crowding me. He knows I won’t give in, but he wants to feel her the way that I am, and I relent, allowing him access to my body, letting him experience our female with me.
The gratitude he gives me in return is almost overwhelming and just as she bucks, screaming her release and soaking Brax’s face as he laps at her, I shoot my seed deep into her, my body spasming with pleasure at a depth, an intensity that I’ve never felt before.
The split, the wide chasm that’s been between my dragon and I for so many years, slides closed with a snap that has my body locking and he snarls a word that reverberates through our shared soul.
Mate!
I pull out of her, scrambling back, chest heaving.
This can’t be right. She’s a human. He knows that. I know it.
I stare at her still writhing in pleasure on the bed, Brax cleaning her between her legs with his tongue like he can’t get enough of her.
‘Fuck,’ I whisper.
My dragon preens, smug and arrogant.She’s ours now.
Brax finally stops licking her and glances back at me, clearly having no idea what just happened.
