"Did I say you could move?"
"No." The word comes out breathless.
My cock drags through her folds, coating myself in her wetness, the head bumping against her clit with each pass. "You stand there. You take what I give you. You don't move unless I tell you to."
Her frustration bleeds into arousal through the connection. She likes this—likes being controlled, positioned, used for my pleasure.
I drive into her with one brutal stroke that seats me completely.
"Fuck." The word rips from my chest. She's tight and hot, gripping my cock like a fist. I can feel it from her side too—the stretch, the fullness, the way I'm buried so deep she can feel me everywhere.
I don't give her time to adjust. I just pull back and slam in again, setting a rhythm designed to make her scream. Hard, deep, ruthless. My fingers dig into her flesh and I want that—want evidence on her skin that she's mine.
"This is what you need." I lean forward, voice rough against her ear. "My cock buried deep. Hard and fast."
"Yes." She can barely form words. "God, yes?—"
"Feel how deep I am?" The angle changes and she cries out. "Feel how you take every inch like you were made for my cock?"
"Yours." The word comes out broken. "It's yours."
"That's right." I fuck her harder now, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off cave walls. "This cunt is mine. This body is mine. All of you belongs to me."
Her pleasure builds again, impossibly fast. The stretch and burn and fullness combine with the angle that makes my cock drag against sensitive spots with every thrust. Her hands grip the stone wall, knuckles white, using it for leverage as I pound into her.
Reaching around, I find her clit, fingers working the swollen flesh in rough circles. "You're going to come on my cock. Going to let me feel you squeeze me while you scream my name."
"Finn—" She's close, teetering on the edge.
"Not yet." I slow my rhythm, making each thrust deliberate and measured. I pull almost all the way out before driving back in with force that makes her whole body jolt. "You hold it. Fight it. Don't you dare come until I say."
Her desperate need crashes into me. She's fighting the climax, muscles clenched, trying to obey even as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her. I feel the struggle, the way her control fractures with every deep thrust.
I show her what I want—images flashing across the connection. Her pinned beneath me, throat in my hand, body marked by my teeth. Her in dragon form, flying beside me through storms. Her centuries from now, still mine, still taking my cock and demanding more.
"Tonight we fight." I drive in deep and stay there, grinding against her. "But right now you're mine. My mate. My dragon. Mine."
Her pussy flutters around me, trying to milk my cock. I can feel how close she is through the bond, pleasure cresting so high it's almost pain.
"Please." She's begging again, voice wrecked. "Please, Finn, I need?—"
"Come for me my beautiful mate."
Permission shatters her. Orgasm rips through her with enough force that I feel it echo—overwhelming pleasure thatwhites out thought, makes her inner walls clench rhythmically around my cock, tears a scream from her throat that fills the cave.
The sensation combined with experiencing her climax from her perspective pushes me over the edge. Burying myself deep, I come, cock pulsing as I empty myself inside her. She experiences it too—the way she grips me, the satisfaction that roars through my chest, the primal certainty that she's mine and I'm never letting go.
We stay locked together, both struggling for breath, my cock still buried inside her as aftershocks roll through us both. Pressing my forehead against her shoulder blade, I try to catch my breath.
"Not done." My voice comes out rougher than intended.
She makes a sound of disbelief. "Finn?—"
"The furs." Pulling out slowly, I watch her whimper at the loss. "We have time for one more. One final claiming before battle."
She moves on shaky legs and I follow, watching the way she walks. I see the marks on her hips from my hands, the way my cum starts to leak down her inner thigh. Satisfaction burns through me at the sight.
When she reaches the furs I catch her, spin her around, and press her down onto her back. She looks up at me with pupils blown wide, copper hair spread across dark fur, chest heaving with each breath.
