Dragon Down Under(21)

“Look at me.” She opened her eyes at his command, staring up into his beautiful jewelled eyes. His face strained with barely held restraint. There was something utterly beautiful and irresistible about this strange man, dragon or not.

“I’m going to mate you. You’re mine and I want the world to know. Tell me yes.”

He pulled almost all the way out, the friction causing her to gasp, her nerve endings flaring into pure pleasure.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she held onto a small part of her thoughts, wanting to let go and simply feel.

“Say yes.” He growled again, his second slide into her hard and rough, making her moan.

Did she want this? She had no idea what being mated to a dragon, or a mad man would entail.

“Why?” The breathy question slipped out, worry holding her sanity intact.

“Because, you were fated to be mine, and I will treasure and possess you till the end of my days. Be mine, forever.”

“Are you trying to sway me with sex?”

“Is it working?” He twisted his hips and thrust again, hitting her magic button.

“Oh, god, yes!”

“Good enough.”

He gathered her up in his arms, holding her still, and he hammered into her over and over. The hard, brutal fucking made her lose her mind entirely, she lost herself in a sea of pleasure when he quickly took her back to the brink of climax.

She barely felt the sting of sharp teeth in the side of her neck when a powerful orgasm simultaneously ripped through her body. Her scream scattered nearby birds and darkness fringed on the edge of her mind.

She felt something ping, like the snap of a rubber band, and a second heartbeat keeping time with her own.

Above her, Brimstone roared and the unhuman sound made her open her eyes, and catch a glimpse of red scales over his neck before they melted back into his tanned skin. His eyes closed, his body pressed heavily against her, he still cradled her like a precious treasure in his strong arms.

Nothing could explain the feeling swirling inside; she knew they were linked, body and soul. She was mated to a dragon.

There was no mention of love, only possession and fantastic sex. Doubt licked the corners of her mind. What did he do to her? What did she allow to happen? She only recently got out of a bad relationship, and now, she found herself bonded with a creature she didn’t have the first clue about. What would she really be to him?

Her stories never prepared her for the reality of her position.

Her soft whimper made him open his eyes. They were back to brown, hidden behind a veil of magic. He lifted himself off her and they both moaned when he withdrew from her body.

“Are you alright?”

“Apart from the biting and leaving me boneless, peachy.” She slapped at his chest.

A satisfied grin curved up the corner of Brimstone's mouth. He leaned down with a quick kiss and turned to pick up her discarded bottoms.

“You are mine now, I’ve marked you. We are bonded.”

“What you are is more caveman than dragon, Mr the Crusher.” She glared, but he continued to grin while he helped her slide on her bottoms and paused to pet and caress her pussy for a long moment, making little soothing, clucking noises.

She raised her eyebrow at him. “Okay, I get it, you like my pussy. Now, let me put my bottoms on.”

Brimstone’s grin was wicked. “Baby, I fucking love your pussy. Sonnets and poems will be written, wars will be fought, songs will be sung about this pussy. I will need to worship it very often.”

Amber burst out laughing. Maybe this mating thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“I need to drop the shield. Let’s move away. The humans may not have been able to see us, but they could still hear.”

Amber’s eyes widened at the news. “What?!”

Brim swept her up into his arms and she gasped with him actually throwing her, splashing into the middle of the waterhole. When she came up spluttering, there were people around them again. Some were huddled together, whispering about the screaming they heard and staring in the direction of where they had more mind-blowing, amazing sex.

Heat infused Amber's cheeks. Brim continued to grin. She glared, sudden anger tightening her chest, angry at him and herself for letting it happen. “What you are is trouble! Now, leave me alone, I’m going for a real swim and a think about things. I’ll meet you back at the bus.”

She ducked under the water and swam away from him, heading towards the waterhole ramp. She needed time away from the overbearing, dragon man, time to clear her head and figure out her own feelings.

A bony hand grabbed her ankle. She didn’t have any time to react. It pulled her under and down, deeper and deeper, water around her turning pitch black and ice cold. Panic raced through her, and she kicked and struggled. Her lungs heated with the need to breath, desperation and fear swallowing her with the sudden realisation she was about to die.