Bas pressed a finger inside of her, gently working her to take him. He wanted her to come because he needed to be inside of her like he needed to breathe.
Bas nudged at her mind and got a blending of hot images and sensations back at him. She was close to being beyond comprehensive thought, so Bas doubled down and, in a few more moments, found her G-spot to play with too.
Bridget swore as she buckled underneath him, crying out his name amongst the swear words. He lifted his head, moving to kiss her thigh and leaving a suck mark.
Mine, the dragon whispered. It didn’t seem so far away anymore, as if the two sides of him were finally coming together.
Bridget grabbed him by the shoulders. “Get up here and get on your back. I have a dick to ride, and I’m all out of patience.”
“Music to my ears, sweetheart,” Bas said. He moved up beside her and rolled onto his back. He ran a hand over his dick, trying to relieve some of the ache. Bridget moved it away.
“That’s mine,” she said and deep-throated him in one heart-stopping move.
“Fucking dark gods,” Bas stuttered, freezing up in surprise.
Bridget came off with him a pop. She winked. “Just want to make sure you’re ready, baby.”
“I’m more than ready. If you pull another stunt like that again, I’m likely to blow like a teenager,” Bas panted.
Bridget pouted and pumped his dick in her small hand. “Can’t have that. You aren’t allowed to come until I’ve had my fun first.”
Bas thought his heart was going to stop as Bridget guided his cock inside of her. He watched it disappear, inch by inch. He was sweating by the time she had hit her limit.
“Fuck, Bas. I could come just sitting here,” she breathed, her hands moving over her breasts. She rocked in a slow circle of her hips that had him gripping her thighs.
“Oh, gods, do that again for me,” he begged.
Bridget did, and stars glittered behind his eyes. Had there ever been a pussy more perfect? He doubted it. This one was made just for him. His.
“Your eyes are glowing, Bas. Do we need to stop?” Bridget asked, her brows furrowing.
Bas shook his head. “No. Don’t stop. Fuck. The dragon isn’t trying to push through. I swear.”
Bridget stroked her nails over his chest. “Good. Keep it together, Greatdrakes. I’m not done with this cock yet.”
“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.
