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And god, is it a fucking power trip.

I told him he couldn’t touch me, and so far he’s held himself back.

But by the way his wings are flared, his muscles are straining, and his cock is standing at full attention, I’m not sure how much longer that restraint is going to last. Until then, though, I’m going to enjoy every single moment of driving him out of his mind.

I hum low in the back of my throat and lean in… just to stop a couple of inches short.

“Ember,” his voice is a harsh, graveled warning.

Taking the stiff length of him in hand, I peer up through my eyelashes. A jolt of wicked excitement moves through me at the tortured, frustrated look on his face.

“Yes?”

Like he really can’t help himself, one big hand sinks into my hair and nudges me forward. “Enough.”

“No. Not nearly enough.”

Even as I sass him, I give him a little mercy. Flicking my tongue out, I lick just under the head of his cock, along the sensitive ridge of flesh I know will make him wild.

That hand in my hair tightens, and I pull back. Ewan opens his mouth to protest again, and I cut him off with a sharp smirk and more sass I know will rile him up even further.

“So eager,” I murmur, raising higher on my knees. “Five hundred years old and you haven’t learned to be patient?”

Ewan’s wings flare again, his body shifts restlessly as I reposition myself between his thighs, and though he lets out an impatient huff of breath, he doesn’t offer any retort.

Good dragon. He’s learning he can’t always get his way with me, and it’s enough to make me want to reward him a little.

Cupping the sides of my breasts, I lean in and nestle his cock between them, savoring the broken groan that rasps from his throat. He reaches up to cover my hands with his, and I let mine drop away so he can squeeze me tighter as he thrusts.

Good, but missing something.

“This would work better with a bit of lube.”

A strangled, impatient noise rumbles in his chest, but he seems to agree as he nods toward his nightstand. “Right side of the bed. Top drawer.”

It only takes me a few seconds to find it, and when I return to kneel in front of him and glance down at the bottle, I let out a short laugh.

God, he even has expensive lube. In a sleek black tube with a brand name I don’t recognize, I pour some into my palm and inhale the sharp, spicy scent of it. My eyes widen as it immediately starts to warm and tingle against my skin.

Ewan smirks down at me. “Enjoying that?”

“Yes.” I reach out to curl my fist around his cock. “But I think you will even more.”

I’m absolutely right about that as he thrusts into my grip a few times, letting out another frustrated groan before holding out his hand in a silent command. I hand him the bottle and arch my chest up for him as he squeezes a generous portion on my breasts and massages it into me.

The tingling warmth and the firm pressure of his hand makes my skin flush. Ewan chuckles with satisfaction as he reaches down to roll a nipple between his fingers and spread the warmth there, too.

“So pretty and pink for me,” he murmurs, moving his hands to the sides of my breasts and resting his cock between them. “So soft and perfect, ember.”

He starts to move, sliding himself between my tits, and I hold my mouth open, tonguing him on each upstroke. I watch him, too, and feel another surge of power. Face contorted with pleasure, a low growl building in his throat, seeing how much I affect him sends a shot of hot, liquid arousal coursing through my veins and straight down to my pussy.

I brace my hands on his thighs, digging my nails into the golden scales there as he thrusts harder. His movements get a little erratic, uneven, and just before he’s about to come all over me, he stops with a harsh curse and his hands fall away from the sides of my breasts.

“Well damn,” I tease. “That was just getting interesting.”

“As appealing as the idea of coming all over your tits is, ember, I want to be inside you. Now.”

The impatient command in his words sends another shot of heat through me as he reaches down and pulls me into his lap.