I stroke through her folds. Find her clit. She cries out when I circle it with my thumb.
“Sensitive,” I murmur against her breast.
“Yes.” She makes a choking sound. “More.”
I slide two fingers inside her. She’s tight and hot, and her inner walls clench around me immediately. I pump slowly while my thumb works her clit. She’s making sounds that drive my dragon wild.
“Look at me,” I say.
Her eyes open. Silver. Fully shifted. Beautiful.
I move down her body. Kiss her stomach. Her navel. Then lower.
She tenses. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” I meet her eyes. “Let me taste you.”
She nods. Breath shuddering from her.
I settle between her thighs. Use my thumbs to spread her open. She’s pink and glistening. Perfect. I lean in and lick through her folds. She cries out—hand flying to cover her mouth.
I pull her hand away gently. “No one can hear us. Let me listen to you.”
Then I focus on her pleasure. My tongue finds her clit. I suck gently. She bucks against my mouth. I hold her hips down and continue. Licking and sucking while she makes sounds that make my cock ache.
When I slide two fingers back inside her and curl them forward, she shatters. Her thighs tremble. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my fingers. She comes with my name on her lips and her eyes reflecting wolf.
I move back up her body. Kiss her while she’s still shaking. She tastes herself on my lips and moans.
“Inside me,” she whispers against my mouth. “I need your cock inside me.”
I’m rock hard. Have been since we started. My cock is thick and ready and leaking at the tip.
I position myself between her thighs. Line up. Then push inside slowly. Watching her face.
She’s tight. So tight I have to go slow. Her pussy stretches around my cock. Hot and wet. Heaven.
“God,” she breathes as I bottom out in her. “You’re so deep.”
I am. I can feel her walls tight around my length. Feel her heat surrounding me. See her eyes glowing.
My own eyes must be glowing. Scales ripple beneath the skin of my forearms where I’m braced above her. Heat radiates from my body. Not quite fire, but close.
I move slowly. Pull almost all the way out. Then thrust back in deep. She wraps her legs around my waist. Meets every stroke.
“Harder,” she breathes after a moment.
I increase the pace. Still controlled but with more force. Her breasts bounce with each thrust. Her claws are out now, digging into my shoulders. Small pricks of pain that sharpen the pleasure.
My scales appear more visibly on my shoulders and chest. Dragon surfacing without full shift. She runs her lips over them. The sensation makes me thrust harder.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Like that.”
I bury my face in her throat. Breathe her in. Fight the urge to bite down and mark her permanently. She’s not ready. This needs to be a mutual choice.
But God, I want to. Want to mark her as mine. Want everyone to know she’s claimed.
Mine,my dragon snarls.
