“Yes, fuck Stella. That’s what I want.”
Chapter 4
Brycen gave Stella a moment to enjoy taking control, giving the she-dragon a taste of what she was missing. His head was spinning with the need to claim her, to dominate, but both Stella and her dragon needed more. Stella had to relinquish control. The only way to appease the dragon was to allow her to take her mate, assuring that both she and Stella would be cared for in every way. Only once the dragon was satisfied that he would take care of all of their needs would she allow Stella to shift at will.
Stella had no clue what mating dragons were like. The beasts, both male, and female were stubborn, domineering, and protective by nature. Any other time, he would have accepted her submission, and enjoyed every second of it. The way Stella had instinctively bared her neck to him had made him hard as a rock, and it had taken all his strength to keep from biting down, and dominating her as his dragon demanded.
She deserved tenderness the first time they made love, but with her being so close to the shift, he couldn’t give her that. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t ensure she enjoyed it.
Once she had taken a breath and was about to start moving over him, he rolled, taking her with him, flipping her onto her back in one smooth move. He thrust inside her, his cock pulsing in rhythm with her panting breaths.
When she slid her hands over his chest, he grabbed her wrists and trapped them against the mattress above her head. She writhed beneath him, her breasts only inches from his mouth, the hard nipples straining toward him. He wanted a taste so bad his cock twitched inside her, but he held back. If she wanted it, she had to take it. She’d waited too long to come to him—no, damn it—he had hidden from her, and now it was too late to coax the beast inside her with gentleness.
“Is that all you’ve got, Stella?” He didn’t give her the opportunity to answer as he bit her shoulder, hard enough to sting and leave a mark. But not break the skin, and once again, she bared her neck to him. He groaned against her, licking the spot he had bitten, waiting for her next move.
She gasped and froze under him for half a beat, then bucked up, nearly throwing him off. Brycen chuckled, pinning her harder, and bringing his lips to an inch from hers. “You’re feisty. My dragon likes that,” he whispered. He thrust slow and deep, knowing she needed fast and furious, and she’d get it, but not yet. She wasn’t ready. And if he were honest, he wasn’t either. He wanted to savor as much of their first mating as he could. Crushing his lips to hers, he invaded her mouth, their tongues dueling as he rocked inside her.
Stella tore her lips from his, nipping at his bottom lip, “Brycen, please,” she pleaded as she tried shifting beneath him, then growled when he held her in place.
Running his tongue along her jaw, and then down her neck, Brycen tempted fate again, scraping his teeth at the base. Damn but he wanted a taste. Her silken heat gripped him so fucking tight all he wanted to do was pound into her until they both flew apart. He was about to nip at her skin again when her nails raked across his back. “Let her come, Stella.” He rocked inside her again, the head of his cock nudging her base with every slow thrust as he filled her.
Panting, she shook her head. “Can’t. I won’t be able to control her. She’s waited too long.”
“You don’t have to. I will. She won’t emerge tonight, not fully, but we’ll calm her and you’ll feel better. Trust me.” Unable to resist any longer, he lowered his mouth to her breast, circling the nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips. He sucked hard, swallowing his moan as her pussy clenched around him. She dug her fingers into his hair, tugging him closer. When he looked up, her eyes were closed, and her lush, red lips parted. It didn’t take a lot of imagination to know how amazing sliding his cock past them and into her warm mouth would feel. He groaned at the thought, letting go of her nipple with a pop, stilling his hips.
“God, don’t stop. Please,” her voice hitched, “please,” she repeated as she arched her back, bringing her breast close to his mouth again.
He hated that he had been the one to put that desperation in her voice—had caused her to suffer. “I’m not stopping, Stella, just taking a break. You feel so damned good, I’m not going to last if I don’t, and I need to. Once we’re fully mated, we can do fast and hard whenever you want, right now, your dragon needs something more.”
Her eyes popped open, surprise shining in them. She really didn’t have a clue as to what she—and her dragon—needed. How long had she been alone? An unmated she-dragon should have had guardians, been pampered and protected by her clan, even if her family was gone.