Finding His Dragon(6)

The cold night air nipped at her skin where the crisscrossed fabric of her halter didn’t quite cover her back. He took her straight toward a pick-up hidden in the far back of the parking lot, where the neon sign didn’t chase away the shadows. Smart man. Whether or not that was his truck didn’t matter. All she needed was a bit of privacy, and right then, even that wasn’t strictly required.

“Less clothing,” she whispered as his long strides ate up the distance to the shadows.

“Hold on. We’ll go somewh—”

“No time. I need you. Now.” She nipped at his chin and ground herself against the hard bulge straining against the front of his jeans.

He moaned and squeezed her ass a little tighter. “How long have you been in heat?” he asked as he pushed her back against the cold metal of the truck.

Charlotte hissed, arching her back, but even the cold wasn’t enough to keep her from going for more. She wiggled her hand between them, desperate to get to the button so she could free him from his jeans. “Two days of hell. I ache all over. Help me,” she pleaded.

“Shit.” In an instant, he disentangled her legs from his waist and set her feet on the ground. His chest heaved, and his pupils dilated until the blue was all but swallowed by them.

Charlotte reached for the button, but his hands were there first. He popped it, then lowered the zipper, jerking the jeans down to his knees before reaching for hers.



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When Jace had scented his mate earlier in the week, he had hoped—prayed even—that he’d be able to find her. Glen Farley was small, but a person could make themselves disappear if they wanted to. And from the way she had run from him when he’d first seen her, he had feared that was what she had done. He’d all but given up hope on finding her in the little hick town, and was set to expand his search when the sweet floral scent that was hers had drawn him to the bar.

Never in a million years would he have imagined that he’d be walking back out the door moments later with her wrapped around him like a boa constrictor. Not that he was complaining. If she was going to wrap those gorgeous legs around anyone, it had better be him.

“I don’t even know your name,” he said as he peeled the skinny jeans off her legs and her panties right along with them. He should slow things down, but the desperation pouring from her drove his dragon crazy. It wanted her—he wanted her. But more than that, it wanted to soothe her, and the only way to appease a she-dragon in heat was to make her come. Over, and over.

“It doesn’t matter. Just fuck me,” she demanded as she shook her left foot out of her jeans, sending them flying a few feet away.

No sooner was she free that she climbed him again, grinding her moist heat against his raging cock. Jace prided himself in his ability to control his dragon, but he’d damn near need to be a saint to keep from giving in to his mate’s needs, and he sure as hell was no saint.

He stilled her hips, positioning her just right, then plunged all the way in. She threw her head back and cried out as he hit bottom. Her breasts heaved in front of him. Pulling her shirt up and over her head, he captured one hard bud between his lips, sucking it hard as he lifted, then brought her down over him.

“Yes. More,” she whispered as she used the muscles of her thighs to move over him, taking what she wanted.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, but he didn’t care. The sting only added to the pleasure rushing through him at having his mate riding his cock. There was no way he was going to last long with her tight body encasing him, but as close as he was, she was closer. The tight little muscles strangling his cock quivered with each stroke. Her sexy little sighs and moans grew louder. His dragon pushed him for more. Mate her. Mate her now, it demanded.

Jace’s jaw ached, but he wouldn’t do that to the woman. He would never take that choice away from her. Not when she was at the peak of her heat and unable to make that decision rationally.

There would be time enough for the claiming bite. Right then, he had to take care of her. Make her soar. Later he could get to know her, and make her his.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted louder and louder.

He let go of one of her ass cheeks and brought his hand between them. He didn’t bother with slow, and tender. That wasn’t what she needed. He flicked her clit with the pad of his finger and then repeated the move when she moaned and brought her lips to his shoulder. Her pointed teeth scraped at his skin, making his cock jerk inside her.

He wasn’t going to bite her, but if she wanted to claim him, he wouldn’t stop her. He thrust into her hard and fast, loving each pleasured sigh slipping past her lips. Her teeth dug in, not enough to claim, but she was leaving a mark. He circled her clit, once, twice, then pressed into it as he slammed home.