“Best start riding it, sweetheart, or I’m going to take over,” he warned her playfully.
Bridget only gripped his chest for leverage and proceeded to fuck him senselessly. Bas moved his hands to hold her bouncing tits, squeezing them in a way he knew she liked. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but he needed her to come again. He pressed his fingers to her mouth, and she opened for him, her tongue flicking against them. She was reading his mind, after all.
Smiling, Bas dropped that last psychic barrier between them, wanting her to feel just how much he was losing it.
“Fuck, we need a warning word if you’re going to do that,” Bridget gasped.
Bas dropped his wet fingers to her clit.It’s more fun to see the surprise on your face. Come for me, Bridget. I need to feel this tight pussy of yours clench before I fill it up.
Bridget rode him even harder, and Bas felt the wave of her pleasure wash through her and into him. He couldn’t hold back, his orgasm exploding out of him to tangle with hers. Bas sat up so he could wrap his arms around her, needing her closer. Always closer.
“Mine,” Bridget panted against his lips and kissed him hard.
Bas’s heart clenched. That word in her mouth undoing him completely. “Yours, my little hawk.”
32
Two hours later, Bridget, the Greatdrakes, Taranis, and Quinn were heading to the Ironwood mansion. Valentine and Cosimo would meet them there.
Bridget toyed nervously with the buttons on the cuffs of the shirt she was wearing. She had run out of clean ones, so she raided the clothes Bas said were now too small for him. The button-up black shirt swam on her over her jeans, but she had nabbed a waistcoat from the same pile, and it brought the look together. Bas had taken one look at her, and Bridget thought he was going to change into a dragon again.
As Bas had predicted, everyone had been waiting for them to get up, and after a quick coffee and a muffin, they were on their way.
“Are you going to hunt the Brollachan with us?” Bas asked Taranis from the back seat of the SUV they were in.
“That’s your realm of expertise, not mine. I’m less concerned with dream monsters and more concerned with you going full dragon in the middle of a fight,” Taranis replied, turning a little to smile back at them. “If you destroyed Dublin, I don’t think Killian would ever forgive you.”
“I have it under control,” Bas insisted.
“You do right now, but the second things get dangerous? You might react in ways you don’t expect.”
Quinn was driving but managed to wink at them in the rearview mirror. “Pussy power might not work in that situation, Baby Bas. Let us be backup like you were for me against the Fomorians. Remember?”
Bas held onto Bridget’s hand a little tighter. “Fine. But I don’t think the dragon is going to be a problem. We are blending together. Our minds, I mean. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“I know what you mean,” Taranis said, looking back at him. “It can take time, but with your magic abilities being around the mind, it will help you synchronize faster.”
“How long will it take for the rest of us then?” Apollo asked, leaning forward in between the seats.
“That will depend entirely up to you. The more you fight it, the worse it will be,” Taran said and bopped him on the nose. “So stop fighting it.”
Apollo pushed his hand away. “If I do that, it will rip someone’s throat out.”
“For the last time, you won’t hurt Lachie. Your dragon is too protective for that.”
“That’s not what it’s telling me.”
Quinn giggled. “Then you need to listen closer. Killing Lachlan is not what you want to do to him.”
“Unless it’sla petite morte,” Bridget whispered to Bas.
“I heard that! Don’t you get in on their nonsense, Bridget,” Apollo said. “Lachlan and I have an understanding, and we made peace. As promised.”
“Good. Because the best way to hunt a Brollachan is going to be be in pairs, so you won’t mind if you are put together?” Taranis asked.
Apollo tossed his golden curls. “Go right ahead.”
Bas touched Bridget’s mind.We should have stayed in bed.
