“Tonight, I’m in charge. Do as I ask, nothing more.” When he finally opened his eyes to look at her, his pupils were huge, almost covering the dark chocolate brown of his eyes. “Take my pants off now.”
Gathering her courage, she reached for the snap of his jeans. His hot breath teased her bare shoulder, but she didn’t dare look at him. Feeling around for the zipper, her fingers grazed the hard bulge straining against the denim. Heat rushed up her neck and cheeks when she heard him moan. She wasn’t about to apologize again. If he wanted her to take his clothes off, he would have to deal with it.
Rather than bark more orders at her, he brought a hand up, guided hers to the tab, and helped her ease it down before lowering it to his side again.
She took a deep breath, his scent invading her, creating a pulsing beat at her core, or maybe it was just the nearness of the man. Whatever it was, she wanted more. With trembling fingers, she tugged at his jeans, sliding them down a couple of inches. When they wouldn’t easily slip down past his hard length, she couldn’t contain her grumbling sigh.
“Take your time.” He brought his hand up to her shoulder, then up her neck to tilt her head to look at him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
For a moment, Stella thought he might lean in and kiss her again. It would go a long way in bolstering her for what was to come, but he didn’t. When his gaze drifted down to her lips, he snapped his mouth shut, dropped his hands to his sides again, and closed his eyes, waiting for her to continue.
Swallowing her frustration, she grabbed the thick denim along with his boxers, and yanked them down, tugging a little harder than necessary to get the job done. He may be sexy as sin and be the perfect match to her chemical makeup, but he didn’t have to be an ass.
Brycen groaned, and she wondered if she had hurt him. An apology teetered on the tip of her tongue until she glanced up and found him grinning. “You may want to be easy with the goods, sweetling. It won’t be of any use if it’s damaged.”
“If you’d help me, the goods would already be easing my discomfort,” she huffed.
In one quick spin, he had her pinned against his dresser, the cold, hard wood digging into her bare ass. “What you want, and what you need are not the same, Stella. Lucky for you, I know what you need. The question is, are you woman enough to take it?” Brycen bent his head, whispering the last words into her ear before biting it—hard.
She jerked but didn’t push him away. The throbbing pulse between her legs jumped with the slight pain and grew stronger, drawing a moan from her throat. The best she could describe the sensation inside her was—empty. Achingly empty. And he had what she needed.
She shoved his shoulders as hard as she could, sending him off balance. It wasn’t much, but she gained the advantage. He was strong, but so was she, and it was high time he realized that. She pushed him again, shoving him until the back of his legs hit the mattress, and he fell on his back. “Oh, I’m woman enough.” Stella climbed up after him, not giving him time to move or even scoot further onto the bed. She took hold of his cock at its base, steadying the hard length as she straddled his hips, and then lowered herself onto him.
“Fuck, Stella.” He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“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.
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 he
r. 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.
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.
“Stay where you are.”
She was about to protest when he pressed his lips to her neck, kissing the tender skin where he’d bitten her. He slid his hand up her belly to her breast, then moaned as she pressed closer.
He kneaded her breast, working his way to the tip. “I love how you respond to me. Your nipple is already hard and waiting. Makes me wonder what other parts of you are anxious for my attention.”
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