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Heat trailed through his chest and to the crown of his dick. His lust stretched like a rubber band, waiting to snap.

Aching.

Burning.

He brought her deeper into the kiss, while his other hand extended a claw to remove the layers of her clothes.

Her hands rested on his shoulders as they simultaneously pulled back to watch as he nudged the shreds of fabric to the side. She was pink and so wet. His fingers slid into her with an unintended speed and force that had her stomach quivering and her breasts tightening and his restraint disintegrating.

Her violet eyes fluttered close as his fingers railed into her and the other hand that still hadn’t left her neck pulled her forward so he could seal his mouth around a peach colored nipple that tasted so much sweeter than he could have imagined. If this was her sweat, what would the slickness coating his fingers taste like?

Violent with desire, he squeezed the back of her neck and she let out a long sigh of contentment as her hands tangled in his hair.

She enjoyed his violence. Nothing about him scared her. He could lose himself if he wasn’t careful.

A sensation curled around his dick and he pulled away once more to glance down and his breath caught when he saw her tail wrapped around his straining head.

“Be careful with that point.” He hissed, his breath short. And he hadn’t even started fucking yet. Endless hells.

“What’s a little bloodshed between two lovers, Dragon King?” She teased, rocking her hips on his fingers as if to remind him to keep moving.

He had to close his eyes. This was too fucking much.

Her hands moved from his shoulders to his cheeks, and she retook his lips while her hips gyrated. She was as desperate for him as he was for her. Her tail stroked the length of his shaft, his pre-cum aiding the smooth movement.

“Your smell.” She leaned her forehead against his. “Will you taste how you smell?”

He let out an unwilling laugh.

Fuck it.

He’d never looked a gift horse in the mouth and Rowan Dahl was the most unexpected gift he’d ever received.

His eyes snapped open and the sight of her tousled hair, flushed cheeks and swollen lips was fuel. Using his middle and ring finger, he applied pressure to the roof of her entrance as he moved back and forth.

Her nipple was back in his mouth, this time the left to spread the love, but he was through with holding back and his canine sunk into her flesh. The copper tang of her blood coated his tongue. It wasn’t a deep bite by any meaning of the word. But it was a sting he knew she’d like.

“Yes!” Rowan’s moans were the most addicting notes of sound he had ever heard.

“Cum for me, princess.” His own release was mounting from the force of her tail. “Unravel for me.”

Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes as her release mounted. He could feel her tightening around his fingers so fucking close.

“Let go.”

And she did. So hard and so fast that he almost missed the chance to slide home when he’d been planning to.

Her sheath was the perfect fit, the perfect heat.

Her breath hitched, and her eyes were wide with shock. Her open expression lured a cocky smirk from him as his completion filled her walls, claiming it as his before he began a steady rhythm that had those orbs rolling to the back of her head and her claws sinking into his back.

His mouth peppered her collar bone with bites, leaving trails on every available expanse of skin as their bodies shifted with each new round they initiated on the heels of each release. His furs were so drenched their combined essence that they'd had to move to the floor, the bite of the stone on his back while she rode him without abandon was worth every moment of discomfort.

He still hadn’t decided where she fell on his scale, but his suspicion melted into pleasure with every thrust. The hardness of his cock was everlasting. His hunger for her growing rather than wavering.

It was when she was on all fours, ass in the air, back arched low, that he realized what she’d been chanting under her breath.

‘Dragon King.’ Over and over again. An inexplicable irritation swept through him at the title.