Flight of Dragons(11)

Stella sat up, her eyes locking with the liquid gold shining in his, as she brought his hands up to her breasts. The elongated pupils dilated further as he took their weight in his palms. Rolling her nipples between his fingers, he gave each a sharp tug. Stella moaned and threw her head back as she started moving in earnest over him. She leaned into his touch, anticipating the small measure of pain, which would morph into intense pleasure, as he rolled her nipples again. When he kept the pressure on her nipples soft, she brought her gaze back to his. The moment she slid up his shaft again, heat sparked in his eyes, He gave her the sharp tug she needed and thrust into her in a hard upward stroke.

With her still straddling him, Brycen sat up. Before she could wrap her arms around his neck, he pulled her off him. She growled. A warning? An invitation? She wasn’t sure, but he pulled her onto her hands and knees in front of him, his deep, masculine chuckle sending a shiver racing through her. With his arms on either side of her shoulders, he pinned her there with his weight. Rather than enter from behind as she expected, and desperately wanted, he just pressed into her. His growl came in soft, growing in intensity when she tried to wriggle against him to make him take her.

Deep inside, her dragon roared for release. Her entire body tensed beneath him. With more strength she even knew she possessed, she pushed up, ready to dislodge him, but he was ready for her. He growled again, closer to her ear this time, pressing harder into her back. His teeth scraped at her shoulder, longer, pointier than they had been, and she had to fight the urge to turn her head and snap at him. Not that she really could. He had her trapped between his arms, and back. She waited until his body melted into hers a little before bucking again, but he wouldn’t budge.

All she heard was her own pounding heart and her quick pants while he kept her pinned beneath his powerful body. The throbbing she’d all but forgotten built again, deepening and pulsing in her core until she could hardly take it anymore. She whimpered, rubbing her ass up against his cock, silently begging for him to do something—anything—that would take away the aching need.

When he locked his teeth onto her right shoulder and growled again, she didn’t dare budge, not even when he moved his arm to reach between them, guiding his cock to her entrance.

Without taking his teeth from her shoulder, he slammed into her in one long stroke. Stella cried out, in both pleasure, and the slightest bit of pain as he impaled her with his cock, but he didn’t stop. She didn’t want him to. His hard body still covered her as he thrust over and over, filling every bit of her with each stroke. When she tried to shift her weight to accommodate more of him, he bit a little harder. The dragon part of her wanted him to bite harder, to take her harder, so she wiggled against him as much as she could. His growl came in an instant, vibrating through him—through her.

Clenching her hands in the sheets, she moaned as the pleasure built higher and higher until she could hardly keep herself upright, but he didn’t stop. Every beat of her heart sent a pulse straight to her core. She was close, so close. When he removed his teeth from her skin, she gave him a small growl of her own.

He brought his mouth to her ear, slipping his tongue along the shell. “You can come now,” he whispered.

That was all it took. In an instant, her body quivered and shook. The pulses in her pussy deepened and strengthened as the muscles contracted and released around his shaft. She cried out as the pleasure exploded through her, sending her flying into nothingness where all that mattered, all that existed, was Brycen, and what he had done—was still doing—to her body. Even as her climax ebbed, he kept pounding into her. His grunts and moans fanned the flames higher again, so that when he clamped his teeth on her neck and gave one final thrust inside her, she shattered right along with him as he came inside her, milking every last drop from his body.





Chapter 5



Stella woke from the blissful fog she’d slipped into with a leg draped over her hip, an arm tucked around her waist, and a hot chest pressed against her back. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such a restful sleep. The constant aching need plaguing her over the past few months weren’t gone, not entirely, but at least her body felt like her own again. With a contented sigh, she wiggled deeper into Brycen’s warmth. If it weren’t for the fact that she was starving, she’d never want to leave his bed again.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered into her ear, his voice still heavy with sleep.

Her heart beat a little faster. “Good morning.” She started to turn to face him, but his arm tightened around her waist, preventing her movement.