What he wanted to do was shower her with all the pretty words she deserved, tell her she was beautiful, and that he would spend his life worshiping her. It wasn’t just the chemical makeup drawing the two dragons together. Every inch of her appealed to him as a man, and if what little he knew of her personality held true, they’d be a perfect match. They were a perfect match. He’d tell her that he regretted staying away from her. That he wanted her, and only her, but that had to wait. He’d spend the rest of his life letting her know how precious she was, but right then, he had to deal with the rising dragon.
Bracing himself for a fresh onslaught of pleasure, he pulled back, then thrust deep inside her again, harder than before. His skin tingled as fiery pulses of pleasure blasted through him. Damn. He had to find a way to push her into action. Otherwise, he didn’t stand a chance.
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Power, hot, and raw surged through Stella, driving her need higher. Each slow thrust Brycen made fanned the flames, heating the embers, but the last one, harder, faster, nearly had her tumbling over the edge of her orgasm. She wanted to let go, so much, but he hadn’t told her to come yet. As much as she wanted—needed—release, she also wanted to please her new mate. She had gone half a year without an orgasm. A few more minutes wasn’t going to kill her. Was it?
“You’re thinking way too hard,” Brycen said as he pulled all the way out, then slammed back into her. “Let the dragon out. It’s the only way.” More than the actual words, the new, deeper vibration in his voice had the beast inside her inching closer to the surface.
When he repeated the hard thrust, she rose up to meet him, taking him as much as he was taking her. Her sighs and whimpers grew louder and louder as he continued the onslaught. Pleasure filled every cell in her body. Everywhere he touched her, both inside and out, her flesh tingled with heated sensation, overwhelming her senses. Whether he liked it or not, she was losing the battle with her body. Her orgasm teetered only a couple of thrusts away, and as much as she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to stop it.
She closed her eyes tight as liquid heat flooded her. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her nipples peaked, and with each of his thrusts, they rubbed against his chest, sending more pleasure whipping through her.
Without warning, he lifted his weight from her body and rolled off her, and onto his back. For a moment she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She whimpered at the sudden loss. When she opened her eyes and turned to look at him, his were closed, and he had a pained expression on his face. He took slow breaths through his nose, as he ground his teeth. He wouldn’t even look at her.
“What happened? What did I do wrong?” She hardly recognized her voice with the hurt making its way around the lump in her throat.
“Jesus, Stella.” He looked at her then, and she gasped. His eyes were molten gold, and his pupils elongated rather than round. “You didn’t do a damned thing wrong. I want to bury myself in you and fuck you so hard that your teeth rattle, then I want to do it all over again because one time sure as hell won’t be enough. By the time I’d be done with you, you wouldn’t be able to walk, much less shift, but I can’t do that.”
She didn’t understand. If it was what they both wanted, why the hell wasn’t he doing it? Anger bubbled up inside her, almost, but not quite drowning out the hurt. Kneeling on the bed, she glared down at him. She wanted to lash out, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she followed each hard line of his chest down to his waist with her hungry gaze, hesitating at his navel before moving lower. His long, hard cock stood at full attention, jerking when she finally stopped the visual exploration there.
Brycen moaned, and started to roll away from her. But before he could get to the edge of the bed, Stella was on him. In an instant, she was straddling his waist, with her hands on his shoulders. Her fingertips burned as she pressed into his flesh, and a growl rumbled free.
His eyes widened, and he emitted a low growl of his own. The vibrations rippled through his body, and into her where she straddled him, making her moan. His lips tipped up at the corners, drawing her attention. Licking her own lips, she came down, stopping just shy of kissing him.
“Mine,” she whispered in a low sultry voice before she claimed his lips. She tunneled her fingers in his hair, holding him in place as she drove her tongue into his mouth. The fiery heat rushing through her made her bolder, more aggressive in the taking, but she was beyond caring. He was her mate. Hers. And she would have him. All of him. Without breaking the kiss, she slid down his body, lifting off him only long enough to position herself, and coming down on his cock in one swift move. Nothing had ever felt better. A ripple of pleasure started at her core, spreading out to encompass her already throbbing body. She lifted her hips and took him again, barely aware that he had brought his hands to grip her there, helping her up, then down onto him hard again. But she didn’t need his help, she was more than ready to take what was hers.