But if I ever want to shift into a dragon, I need to woman up and get it over with.
Hoping I don’t get some weird dragon infection from this, I lean down and hesitantly dart my tongue out to lap up the crimson liquid. Instead of the coppery, earthy flavor I expect, his blood tastes like heavily spiced mulled wine.
The slightly fruity, cinnamon-spiced, sharp flavor of his blood is addictive, and I can’t seem to get enough as I switch from hesitantly licking to eagerly sucking.
It feels like the more I drink, the more I lose touch with the real world, like I’m blood drunk or something.
Fisting my hands in his shirt, I pull him closer to me. If I were in less of a haze from consuming his blood, I’d be embarrassedat my actions. As it is, all I can think about is getting more of the delicious liquid.
My creature rises to the surface as I gulp down his blood. She doesn’t try to take over, but she’s fully present in this moment with me. I’m pretty sure my eyes are neon-green, but I don’t have it in me to care.
He forks his hand through my hair and holds my head to him as I drink my fill. The way he lets his head fall back and releases a soft groan makes me think he might be enjoying this as much as I am. But I’m too focused on sucking down as much as I can to think about it too much.
After a long moment, Azrael grunts, “Enough.”
I ignore him, continuing to suck on his neck.
“I said enough,” he barks. When I don’t listen, he wraps my hair around one of his hands and roughly yanks my head back. He holds me away from his neck and forces me to stare directly into his eyes. When our gazes meet, he tuts. “Greedy little bird.”
“More,” I demand, my voice a rough growl as my creature peeks through. My lips are still slick with his blood. My tongue darts out to lick up the liquid, and I let out a moan as I get another hit of the addictively good flavor.
His eyes track the movement before flicking back up to my gaze. “No. You had enough.”
My gaze narrows on him. “No. More.”
“No,” he growls as he yanks my head farther back, baring my throat to him. “I am your alpha, and you will listen to me. I said you’re done, so you’re done. Don’t fucking sass me, Lark.”
“The alpha bond is not in place yet,” my creature rasps, temporarily taking control of my voice. “Do you think you are strong enough to win against us without the crutch of your alpha powers?”
Even through the blood-induced haze, I’m still shocked by my creature’s words. I know she thinks we’re the shit, but I would absolutely bet on Azrael winning a fight between us.
My creature gives me a disgruntled chirp before releasing control of my voice, not appreciating my lack of faith in us. She stays close to the surface, though, ready to take over if needed.
His eyebrows raise and a wicked smirk crosses his lips at my taunt.
He leans down to rasp in my ear, “Oh, I know I can take you, little bird, with or without alpha orders.” To prove his point, he captures both of my wrists with one hand and pins them behind my back.
With him pulling my head back with one hand and shackling my wrists with the other, I’m immobilized pretty well.
I buck on his lap, trying to get free, but it’s no use. His hands are like iron vises holding me in place.
Out of frustration, I move the only way I can and grind down on his hard cock. He hisses at the motion, so I do it again. When he lets out a low groan and his eyes slide shut, I grin victoriously.
While I may not be able to get out of his hold, I can still affect him, which feels like a win.
His eyes snap open, as if he can sense me gloating. Narrowing his gaze, he uses his hold on my wrists to shove me down on him harder. He then thrusts his hips up to grind his dick against my clit.
I gasp at the sensation, and my head falls back into his hold. He does it again, and I let out a whimper as pleasure coils in my core. My hips begin to move against him of their own accord as he continues thrusting up against me.
With how he’s holding me, I can’t really move, other than rocking my hips back and forth. I’m forced to take whatever he wants to give me, and I’m loving every moment of it.
“That’s it, little bird,” he praises as his warm breath feathers over my ear and neck. He increases the speed of his thrusts, drawing another gasp from me. “Take what you need from me.”
I’m helpless to do anything but what he said to as I chase the desire that’s spiraling higher and higher. I cry out as I come apart on his lap. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me and does it’s best to drown me as I clench down on nothing over and over again.
While I’m lost to my climax, Azrael continues thrusting against my core. He releases my wrists so he can hold my hip with one hand instead. He grinds me down on him harder than before, overstimulating my already sensitive clit.
I let out another whimper but don’t ask him to stop. Not that I want him to. No, what I want is for him to rip off my clothes and shove his dick as deep inside me as he can.
