MyDrakeroars with triumph.
“Yes!Now!”he demands.AndIalmostgive in.
But the look onElowen’slovely face—the shock, the slight wince—stops me.She’snot ready for this.
“Easy, baby,”Imurmur, my voice coming out strangled.Withmonumental effort,Itake her by the waist and lift her gently, breaking that devastating, perfect contact.
A whimper of protest tears from her throat.
“Theron, please!Ineed…”
“I know what you need.LetmeShiftback now andI’llgive it to you,”Itell her.
I’m already concentrating—pulling myDrake’sessence back, feeling the scales recede, the formidable girth reshape itself into my familiar, though still considerable, form.
My curvy little priestess is panting, her body trembling with unmet need.
“All right but hurry—please!Ineed you in me,” she begs.
Her plea makes me even harder.
“Don’t worry, baby,”Ipromise, smoothing my hands up her sides.“I’mgoing to fill you up right now.”
TheShiftcompletes and the cock between my legs is once more mine—thick and achingly hard, it’s dripping with both our juices.Iguide her back down, my eyes locked on hers.
“Slowly, sweetheart.Youset the pace.Onlytake what you can.”
“Yes,Theron,” she whispers.Then, with a look of pure need on her pretty face, she braces her hands on my shoulders and begins to sink onto me.
Gods.Herpussy is a fucking revelation—tight beyond belief with a silky heat that welcomes me inch by excruciating inch.Sheis so wet—the path eased by myDrake’smagic and our mutual desire—but she’s still small, andI’mnot.
As badly asIwant to be inside her,Iwant to take this slowly.Don’t’ want to hurt or scare her.Iwatch her face carefully and am relieved to see her expression of slight discomfort melting into dazed pleasure as her body stretches to accommodate me.
At lastIbottom out inside her.Whenshe’s fully seated—taking me to the hilt—we both go utterly still.
Fuck, she feelsincrediblearound me.Ican only hope she’s getting the same kind of pleasure—that she’s getting her needs met.
“All right, baby?”Iask her, looking into her eyes.“Nottoo much?”
“It’salmosttoo much,” she admits, andIfeel her inner walls flutter around me, a rhythmic, unconscious caress that threatens to shatter my control then and there.
My balls are drawn up tight, already aching with the demand to release.Heatpools at the base of my spine and the urge to pump into her—to flood her with my seed—is compounded by myDrake’saching desire to do the same thing.
ButIknowIcan’t fucking do that—Ican’t.
IfIcome inside her, her beautiful blue eyes, currently hazy with pleasure as she looks down at me, will change to green forever.Evenif we didn’t fullyBond, it would be a claiming—a permanent tie between us.It’severything myDrakewants and everything the deep, possessive part of me wants.
But it’snotwhatElowenagreed to.Itis not why we are here.We’rehere to sate the curse,notto chain her to me for life.
SoIclench my jaw and hold myself in a state of suspended agony.
I enjoy the feel of her incredible heat, the perfect fit, the way her body holds mine like it was made for me.Ilet my hands roam over her curves, memorizing the swell of her hips…the dip of her waist.Ipalm her heavy breasts, teasing the nipples with my thumbs and whisper praise.
“Fuck, you feel so good around me,Elowen.Sofucking perfect—you’re taking me so beautifully.”
She blushes and smiles but beneath the worship is a desperate, grinding battle.Everyclench of her pussy is a pleaImust deny.Everyrock of her hips pushes me closer to the edgeIhave sworn not to cross.
I don’t fucking know how longIcan hold out.
