I gasp deeply, the fire of my orgasm raging out of control. Magic explodes from my body like a million sparks, creating the night sky in our fort. My hands are on his face, pulling him down into my scream of ecstasy.
He holds me still as he works every ounce of pleasure from my clenching muscles, until there’s nothing left. I slouch back into the cushions and groan in satisfaction. Bastian is still above me, and something feels wrong about it. He always curls me into him and lets me listen to his heart.
I open my eyes to the thousands of sparkling orange particles settling on his skin. His eyes are closed, a blissful expression glowing with my magic. The sparks linger on him, then melt like snowflakes. Instead of running off his body in drops, it pervades his skin, becoming part of him.
“Now I’m yours,” he whispers.
When he opens his eyes, they glow bright orange with a single slit for a pupil running down the center. His gaze drops to me and he smiles, predatory and full of hunger.
“Are you ready to become mine?”
“In all ways,” I say as I undo the button of his pants. “Forever.”
forty-eight
The Claiming
Bastian’s pants melt into his skin just as my magic had, leaving nothing but shredded panties between us. His tail slides out of me and I convulse at the aftershock of pleasure. When our lips meet again, he’s softer than I want—almost like he’s afraid to break me.
Gone is the man who held me against the wall by the throat and backed me into a corner. I don’t want him to treat me like some fragile thing that can’t handle all of him. I’m a sex goddess, and I’ve taken control of what I want before.
I can do it again.
I push him away, whining with need. “Lie back.”
He rolls to the side, disappearing his wings just as easily as he did his pants, then settles into the cushions. I rip the remnants of my panties off as I throw my leg over his hips, earning a delightful, heady stare.
Bastian grits his teeth as I settle down on his lap, nestling him between my labia. His cock is hot against my center, and the armored plate on the underside gives me just the right kind of friction as I rock against him. The knot rests at my opening, pressing into it with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Do you like this?” he asks as his claws prick my thighs. “Tormenting me?”
“And what was it you were doing to me? Soft kisses like I’m a porcelain doll,” I reply as I roll my hips.
“I’m trying to control myself, so I don’t”—he groans and rises to meet my stroke—“become an animal and break my precious mate.”
I dig my fingers into his chest for leverage, pushing against him harder. His eyes roll back as he growls. I’m enjoying the slow torture for us both, prolonging the moment, heightening the anticipation. The next slide over his dick has him trembling, whether it’s restraint or pleasure, I’m not sure, but I love it all the same.
He grunts and drags his claws down my thighs. “If you don’t seat yourself upon me in the next moment, I’m going to spear my cock into you so hard you will see the afterlife.”
“I’m sure you think that’s a threat.”
“It is,” he growls, pushing up harder.
I increase the pace, rubbing my clit against the plate at his frenulum until I’m panting. My face is hot and my glutes are working in a way they haven’t in years, but the tightness of my muscles only amplifies the pleasure.
“You’re testing a dragon’s patience, Kitty,” he whispers through clenched teeth.
I only smile.
I can’t wait to see him lose control.
His cock begins to vibrate and it’s me who loses control. The orgasm explodes up my spine and I curl forward, screaming as my body locks up. Bastian lifts me, and the next second he slams me down on his cock.
All.
The.
Way.
