Page 142 of Plug and Drain

Arken’s eyes rolled before he shut them, and his shoulders hunched as he dropped his head.

She suspected he’d nearly come at her words.

She pressed her lips together in a silent smile, but as the seconds wore on, there was nothing funny about her highly aroused state. She needed him to care for her. To tend to her needs. To rock her until they were both spent, and she was wrapped safely in his arms.

The thought of his fangs piercing her neck was so appealing. She wanted to feel that sensation, as if she were prey caught on his teeth, except it would only be a fantasy, one she felt safe enough to share with him.

Arken lifted his head, his hair fallen across his forehead as he gave her a lopsided smile.

“Please,” she whispered, resisting the urge to call him ‘Alpha’ again.

Arken’s head dipped down to kiss her breasts, burying his face before suckling her nipples until they were hard peaks. She gasped, helpless, as he trailed kisses back up to her throat. All the while, the rest of his body was still, his magnificent cock sheathed inside her. He twitched each time she contracted around him, but otherwise, he made no move to fuck her.

He was a dormant dragon. She needed him to wake up and fucking claim her before she lost her patience and screamed.

She waited, and waited, and waited.

She throbbed around Arken, keening and silently pleading for him to move, trying to thrust up with her hips. Every time she did that, he drew back slightly, and she’d never seen him smile so roguishly before.

“You’re enjoying teasing me!” she cried, feeling appalled.

Arken’s lopsided grin widened, and he suddenly looked ten years younger and ready to whisk her away on an adventure—hopefully somewhere far from here. She allowed herself to indulge in that fantasy for a moment, imagining a place with golden sandy beaches with a soft breeze that played in her hair and rustled Arken’s shirt as cool water lapped at their feet.

She blinked. The fantasy ended, but the one at hand was not so bad. Arken was here, in her room, wanting her. The thick lust hung around them like a privacy curtain, and she wished for a moment that her hands were free so she could run her fingers through his beard and feel the bristles scrape her palm.

Had he not insisted on endlessly teasing her, she might have told him how devastatingly handsome she thought he was. And had their hands not been intertwined, she would have pushed him onto his back and climbed astride him.

As it was, she settled for baring her teeth at him in a growl.

“Get on with it,” she demanded, and it was one of the most forceful things she’d ever said to anyone. She’d nip him soon if he wasn’t careful.

Arken’s eyes twinkled, and he bent his head to press a soft kiss against her lips and teeth, a gentle brush that made her entire being turn to mush.

This was it. If he didn’t start moving soon, she was going to die from arousal.

Mercifully, Arken hissed low, his willpower snapping like an overdrawn bowstring as he began to move inside her. She didn’t stop to wonder why he fought so hard to resist this.

They both deserved this. No more holding back.

Susie feared he would take his time and be gentle. She wanted him raw and unrestrained.

Her wish was granted.

Arken was not gentle with her. He was hard and intense, and he never uttered so much as a word as he fucked her deeper and deeper into the bed, moving into her and through her.

Her orgasm came quickly, a shuddering implosion that made her ache and contract, her muscles spasming around him as her universe collapsed into darkness, then exploded with blinding light. Arken was there amidst it all. He was the only thing that existed in the universe, holding her down against the bed and coaxing jolting spasms of pleasure from her as he fucked her hard and slow.

He stilled and kissed her, stealing her ragged breaths as he let her enjoy her orgasm. She was pretty sure he hadn’t come yet.

Somewhere along the way, she’d shut her eyes. She dared a peek and became entranced by his eyes; cascades of swirling caramel liquid sparkling with hopeful stars. And they were all for her.

Susie was still coming down from her orgasm when Arken released her hands. She barely got a glimpse of the unrestrained hunger that crossed his face before he flipped her, so she lay face down.

She gasped as he took her by the hips and tugged her back against him so she was on all-fours, his cock primed and at the ready at her entrance.

“Ohh…” she moaned, the contact with her clit making her shudder. Her climax had caused her to become hypersensitive, and it was almost agony to feel his cock rub her clit as he slid through her folds, ignoring her shivers and driving deep until he was balls deep inside her.

He gave a harsh groan, which tore through her. For a moment, she thought he was coming. Realising the stark pleasure he was feeling made her own core light up. She barely got a chance to adjust to his size at this angle before he began to move. He fucked her, hard, fast, and unyielding.