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“I want inside you,” he whispered against her lips before he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, just to feel her twirl it against her own.

His free hand began to lift the skirt of her dress up so he could grip her thigh and pull it to the side. He didn’t know where one of her own hands went as it slipped away from holding him, but he was too focused on caressing her thigh to care.

I want her naked beneath me.

Geryon was conflicted. He wanted to rush so she wouldn’t escape him, yet he wanted to be slow just so he could feel her.

The answer to where her hand went came flying at him – in the form of a stone against his temple.

Pulling away from her mouth with a huff of pleasure, he brought his tongue to her throat to sweep it in a long, flat stroke. He could feel a trickle of blood running down the side of his face.

“I told you a long time ago: whenever you say or do things like this, you will not get the reaction you want from me.” He thrust against her again to punctuate his point, his entire body begging to have her glove him with her wet pussy. “With your scent the way it is, it only makes me want to bury my cock inside you more.”

This is how a lot of Dragonesses liked to play. They liked to be dominated, wanted to be overpowered to make sure the male taking them was worth bedding.

If she fought him when he couldn’t sense the arousal from her, he would back off. Geryon wouldn’t persist or play this game with a woman who obviously didn’t want it.

But the scent was thick from her, and just taking it in made him tingle all the way down his spine. It made him harder that she wasn’t denying out of lack of desire.

It was something else, something he wanted to overcome.

But she will not show me, nor will she tell me.

How was he meant to overcome something he didn’t know? He was trying to face a problem blind. Geryon hoped if he finally crossed this barrier, he might come to understand why she was being infuriatingly hesitant.

“Stop,” she said quietly, and yet he only chuckled.

She did not say no.Every time, it made him laugh.

They both knew what she needed to say to truly stop him.

“Let me be fond of you,” he whispered softly.

He lifted himself to take her mouth, hoping it would calm her like it often did.

She hit him again, and a growl came from him. More blood welled against his temple, and he nipped her bottom lip with his front teeth.

He pulled his face back while he curled his arms around her head as if to pillow it. He was huffing wildly, vibrating with yearning. His eyes were half lidded as he simply held her.

Geryon gazed down at her, wishing, hoping to see something that would give him the answer, willing her to tell him.

“Why do you fight it?”

He wasn’t. He knew he should be, so he didn’t see why she should. They wanted each other, that was obvious, so he didn’t understand why she wanted to reject it.

Staring down, he watched her bottom lip give the slightest tremble as her eyes flickered.She wants to give in.

Instead of answering him, she smacked him harder, successfully this time.

He’d really hoped she wouldn’t have the strength behind her to actually send him into unconsciousness. Her tall but petite body was deceiving of her strength.

Geryon didn’t know how long he’d been out, waiting for his magic to heal him. He likely wouldn’t scar, since it wasn’t a deep wound, but it had been enough to knock him out.

Something did wake him, however. Rather, someone. With much force, he was slapped back to consciousness – repeatedly.

“Okay, okay, I got it.” He slapped the person’s meaty hands to stop them. “I am awake.”

Geryon glared up at Rurik, who was human, naked, and straddling his torso. He really tried not to think too hard on the fact his cock and balls were pressing against him.