He kisses me again. Slow and deep. His tongue exploring my mouth. Tasting me. Exploring me.
His mouth moves to my throat. Kissing. Sucking. Making me gasp. My hands are in his hair. Holding him there.
He works his way down, trailing hot kisses to my breasts. He teases my nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, hot and wet.
“God!” I choke out, pressing his face more firmly against me. His tongue is circling. Then teeth scraping. The sensation shoots straight to my clit.
“Jericho.” His name is half moan.
He moves to the other breast. Gives it the same attention. Sucking and biting until I’m writhing beneath him. His hand slides down my stomach. Between my thighs. He strokes through my folds. I’m soaked. Ready for him. Have been since we entered my quarters.
He circles my clit. Slow. Deliberate. Building the sensation. I buck against his hand.
“Please.” I don’t care how desperate I sound. “Now. I need you inside me now.”
He positions himself between my thighs. Lines himself up with one hand. His cock pressing against my entrance. Thick. Hard. Ready.
“Look at me,” he says as he teases me by sliding the tip along my slit.
I do. Our eyes meet. Dragon and wolf. Mates.
He pushes inside slowly. The stretch is intense. He’s thick, and I’m tight, and the sensation of him entering me is overwhelming. He goes slow. Careful. Letting me adjust. Letting my body open for him.
“Oh! Yessss,” I hiss when he’s fully inside. My pussy grips him tight. He’s so deep I can feel him everywhere.
“God,” he breathes against my neck. “You feel… perfect. Like you were made for me.”
“I was.” I wrap my legs around his waist. Pull him deeper. “Move. Please move.”
He does. Slow at first. Pulling almost all the way out. Then pushing back in deep. Controlled thrusts that hit something inside me that makes me choke on my breath.
I can feel everything. Every inch of him sliding in and out. The drag of his cock against my walls. The pressure building with each thrust.
Scales appear on his shoulders where he’s braced above me. His eyes are slitted, glowing. Dragon riding close. My wolf loves it. I nip at his chin, his throat, his jawline.
“Harder,” I breathe after several minutes of this measured pace.
He complies. His hips snap against mine with more force. The bed creaks. I’m making sounds that are half human, half wolf. He’s growling low in his chest. Pure dragon.
Heat builds between us. Actual heat. His fire manifesting without flames. Surrounding us. Warming everything. I can feel my own energy rising. Wolf power meeting dragonfire. The air crackles.
His mouth finds my throat again. Kissing. Sucking. Getting closer to the claiming spot. Where neck meets shoulder. The vulnerable place where marks are given.
I’m so close. The pressure building. My claws fully extended now. Breaking skin on his shoulders. He groans at the sensation.
“Come for me,” he growls against my throat. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”
The command is all I need. I shatter. My pussy clenching around him rhythmically. Waves of pleasure crashing through me. I cry out. Can’t control it. Can’t control anything except how tightly I’m holding him.
He keeps thrusting through my orgasm. Making it last until I’m shaking beneath him.
When I finally come down, he’s still hard inside me. Still moving. Chasing his own release.
“Now,” I gasp. “Mark me now.”
His fangs extend. Sharp. Deadly. Dragon fangs designed to rend and tear. He positions his mouth at the junction of my neck and shoulder.
“This will hurt,” he warns.
