Page 43 of Claimed By the Dragon

His beast growled.Cock. Pussy. Use the words. And taste her, drive her wild. I’m being patient, but she’s right there. Don’t hold back.

One of Grace’s fingers ran through his hair, and he gazed upward to meet her eyes. Her lovely brown eyes were heated, half-lidded, but also a tad…impatient, he thought.

Someday, he’d be able to read her emotions as easily as reciting the periodic table.

His dragon growled again.Stop procrastinating. Focus on our female. Make her scream out in pleasure and call our name.

He wanted that, more than anything. To be the male Grace wanted above others, for more than his name and protection.

So he focused on her…pussy. Licking and lapping, using how she dug in her nails or pushed his head closer to judge what she liked. A light swirl, a longer lick, and then he took her clitoris between his lips and suckled.

“Trahern, yes. Oh, yes. Harder. Please.”

He continued to swirl and then suckle as he dared to put a finger inside her.

Grace was warm and wet and tight, and for the first time in his life, he wanted to put his…cock…inside her. To claim her. Enjoy her. And then do it again and again.

His dragon hummed.Yes, yes, she is our female. Our mate. Next time, we’ll claim her with our cock. For now, make her scream and taste her orgasm.

As he moved his finger, in and out, he tried lightly nibbling his female. Grace’s thighs tightened around him as she cried out and relaxed. Her inner walls tightened and released as her orgasm played out, and he continued gently kissing and licking her bundle of nerves until she slumped against the ground.

His beast growled,Taste her.

After removing his finger, he lapped at her entrance, groaned, and then thrust his tongue inside her core. There was no reason he should savor her sweet saltiness, and yet he did. Maybe because it was proof she desired him.

Then he wondered how many more times he could make her orgasm with his mouth. How much quicker she could come for him. Maybe he could figure out exactly what she wanted, almost like an equation.

So Trahern kissed each of her inner thighs, pressed them wide, and started devouring his female all over again.

After her third orgasm, Grace finally convinced Trahern to stop torturing her core and kiss her lips again. As he explored and conquered her mouth, she gently stroked his hard cock through his trousers and waited to see how he reacted.

But he didn’t flinch or move away. No, his pupils flashed a few times, so she did it again. Then she blurted, “I want to use my mouth, too. On you.”

He stared at her, his pupils flashing more rapidly than she’d ever seen. His voice was husky as he replied, “We’ll try. I want to feel you, but I’m unsure if it’ll be too much sensation for me to handle.”

Tracing his jaw, she searched his gaze. Tenderness rushed through her at the mixture of desire and uncertainty.

She kissed him gently before saying, “The last thing I want is to overwhelm you. Just tell me to stop at any time, and I will, Trahern. But at least let me try.” She dared to stroke him and asked, “You like that, right?”

“Yes,” he eked out before groaning.

Continuing to caress him, but slowly increasing the pressure, she watched his eyes. However, there was no panic—just desire, trust, and a sense of urgency.

Considering Trahern had to be about thirty and had never been with a female sexually, she didn’t expect him to last long the first time.

First time.Trahern Lewis would be hers alone, and she rather liked that.

She kissed him and whispered, “My turn.”

After nuzzling his cheek, she moved her mouth over his neck, his chest, down the trail of hair to his waistband, until she could kiss the outline of his hard cock.

“Grace.”

Her name was a plea, not panic. No, as she met his eyes again, wetness rushed between her thighs at his fiery gaze. Trahern was so different from any man in her past. And right now, he looked at her with reverence. She also thought he cared for her, at least a little.

Maybe it was because she was caressing his dick, but she liked to think it was more than that. Maybe his feelings were starting to match her own, both in terms of trust and affection.

It would be easy enough to love this dragonman.