“We’re only friends,” he swore. “I saved her before I lived in Dragon Village, and when I moved there, she asked for a job, free of pay, at the estate to say thank you. I count her as a friend but nothing more.”
“And yet you threaten Thomas for even looking at me,” she accused. “You’re a hypocrite.”
Amos clenched his jaw. “Because Thomas wants to fuck you. Lucy would saw off her right arm before she kissed me.”Jennifer too,he wanted to tell her, but there was an unspoken rule that they didn’t speak about his fake mate. It was a sore subject for Clover. He understood, even if he did wish she’d let him calm her fears by telling her about the other girl.
“Thomas and Lucy are together now, yet you still attacked him when he visited me at the bakery,” she snapped. “Maybe I’ll attack Lucy the next time I’m in Dragon Village.”
Amos’ cock was hard as steel. Her jealousy aroused him almost as much as her murder attempts.
She rocked against him slightly. “Are you hard right now?” she asked, disbelieving. “You’re sick.”
He flipped them over, careful not to hit her head on the ground. “Everything about you makes me hard,” he drawled. “Especially when you’re pissed.”
Amos dipped down and licked the side of her face. She shrieked and tried to push him away, but he pinned her arms above her head. “You got spit on my face,” she complained, tugging against his hold to wipe her cheek with her arm.
“Do you want my spit somewhere else, little viper?” He reached between them and ripped at the laces on the front of her pants. “I’m going to release your hands while I pull out my cock. Be a good girl and pull your pants down.”
He expected her to fight him, but she complied, kicking off her pants with impressive speed.
Watching her undress nearly made him come. “Lie back.”
She lowered herself to the ground and maneuvered her thighs to either side of his legs. “I need you to fuck me,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Now.”
He tsked and tweaked her nipple through her shirt. “Impatient little thing.” She gasped and arched her back slightly, pressing her breast into his hand.
Lowering his gaze to her glistening cunt, he licked his lips.Fuck, she’s pretty everywhere.Moving back, he leaned down and spit on her pussy, watching it slide between her folds. His voice went rough. “My spit looks good on you.”
Amos stroked his cock, rubbing his thumb over the piercing at the tip. “You’re sure I can’t eat first?”
Clover reached for him. “I need you,” she begged, and damn, he liked the sound. He imagined her on her knees, begging for his cock.Later.
Grabbing her thigh, he lifted her slightly and teased her clit with the head of his dick. She moaned and palmed her breasts over her shirt. As much as he loved watching her like this, he needed her as much as she needed him.
Her pussy swallowed his cock as he slammed into her. She cried out, and he thrust again, setting a punishing pace. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, fucking her into the stone ground.
“Yes,” she breathed. “More.”
Holding on to her thighs so she wouldn’t slide across the floor, he plunged into her, the piercing tugging his head with every stroke. He’d gotten the piercing for her, butfuck,did it feel good for him too.
Clover’s quiet gasps and pleas were music to his ears, and he pushed deeper with every stroke. He leaned forward slightly androtated his hips, using his pelvic piercing to work her clit. Their climaxes built in a slow, tightening crescendo.
Neither of them spoke. Only the sounds of their bodies coming together and their moans of pleasure echoed off the walls. He needed her to come first, but his lack of experience and shared pleasure down the bond threatened to make him explode first.
Amos dropped one of her thighs and pressed on her lower stomach, moving faster. Clover twitched, and her hands reached for his arms to anchor herself. “Come on, little viper. Come for me.”
Her pussy spasmed and her cry ricocheted around them. Pain bit at his arms where she dug her nails in, but it barely registered. He was too enamored with watching her lose control. As she came down, he pulled out and moved over her, planting a knee on either side of her chest. He bent forward and braced himself over her with one arm, pumping his cock until thick ropes of cum painted her throat.
Clover watched him with heavy eyes as he caressed the side of her face, staring at the mess covering her neck. His eyes lifted to hers. “The only necklaces you wear are mine.”
Early the next morning, Amos watched Clover climb onto Ember’s back. He’d had her all night and this morning, forgoing sleep so he wouldn’t miss a minute with her.
“By the way,” Clover said, her mouth pulling into a wicked smile. “The necklace was from Isabella.”
She tapped Ember’s neck and the dragon jumped off the cliff with Amos’s laughter trailing after them.
22
TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD
