Page 17 of Ink Sworn (Greatdrakes #3 | The Fae Universe #24)

Valentine's fangs sank into the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder.

Yelena moaned, and the sweet smell of her arousal scorched the air between them.

The iron-sweet taste of blood filled his mouth, and he had never tasted anything so good.

The human part of Valentine forced its way forward, and he unlocked his jaw. He licked the dark, bruising bite.

"Now I've left a mark on you, too. Looks like we are even," he whispered in her ear before sucking hard on her lobe.

"Touch me, Valentine," she begged.

"Where?"

Yelena made a frustrated noise. "Anywhere you want."

Valentine gripped her forearms with one hand, the other dropping to slide over her silky shirt and around to cup one of her breasts. She was so soft, and yet he knew inside of her was a beast of raging and terrible power like him.

"More," she whispered, unraveling his self-control. She rubbed her ass against him, and he swore at the sensation against his aching dick.

Valentine growled. "You're making it hard to be a gentleman right now."

"You're not a gentleman. You're a dragon." Yelena turned her head and licked the underside of his jaw in one slow, hot stripe. Her voice dropped to a growl, " Act like it."

Valentine gripped her arms harder. He wasn't afraid of much, but losing control of his dragon was high on the list. The scent of her arousal was a hot tang in the air, making him crazed. He yanked at the laces of her pants and slid his hand inside.

"Yes, Valentine, please," she whimpered.

Valentine stroked his long fingers over the soft hair on her pussy before parting her. He nipped her throat, making her moan. "You're so wet, baby girl. You're dripping for me, and I've barely touched you."

Yelena bit her lip, her pale cheeks flushing with color. Fuck, he needed to make her come. He pulled her up against him and pressed a finger inside of her.

"Gods, you're so tight," he groaned against her neck. He thrust his finger in and out slowly before adding another.

Yelena arched up against him, the sweetest gasp breaking free from her lips. "Val…"

"You want to come?" he whispered and licked the pink shell of her ear.

"Y-Yes," she said, thrusting her hips against his hand. Valentine circled his thumb over her clit, and she trembled, making him chuckle.

"Oh, baby girl, if you gave me half a chance, I would ruin this tight little cunt of yours," he said, thrusting himself against her in time with his fingers in her hot heat.

"I would fuck you so hard that all those secrets you have locked up tight would burst free for me.

I would see exactly what hides under this sweet little mask you put on for the world. "

Yelena cried out, the walls of her pussy tightening and fluttering around his fingers. She was so close, her whole body humming with built-up power.

Valentine pressed his thumb harder into her clit, and her breath went shallower. His baby girl needed it rougher. Gods, she was perfect.

"You keep your arms where they are," he demanded. He waited until she nodded before releasing her. He pulled her hairpin out with his teeth and spat it out, freeing her long braid and wrapping it around his hand.

She gasped as he tightened his grip. "Yes..."

"Look at me," he growled, pulling her hair so her head was forced back against his chest. "That's it. I don't want you to forget whose hands are on you."

There was a gleam of challenge in her eyes mixed in with all the hazy pleasure.

His dragon loved it, and he thrust his fingers harder inside of her.

Her breath began to stutter. So close. He curled his fingers, finding that sweet little rough spot, and pressed it hard at the same time as his thumb on her clit.

Her eyes went wide, and he growled, " Come for me, baby girl. "

"Val…"

Yelena's eyes flashed silver white, and her whole body detonated. Valentine held onto her tightly as her pretty pink lips parted, and she keened his name in one long gasp. Her pussy squeezed his fingers hard and flooded with wetness that drenched his hand.

"Fucking hell," he whispered, in utter awe of her falling apart for him.

He finally loosened his grip on her hair, and she rocked forward, pressing her head against the cold stone and panting heavily.

He didn't know what to say. What to do. Fuck, he hadn't even kissed her.

A heavy knocking at the door had them both jumping. Valentine snarled, but Yelena shook herself and pulled on his wrist.

"That will be dinner."

She pushed against him, and he reluctantly slipped his fingers from her and let her up. She straightened her shirt over the loose laces of her pants and swept her braid back.

"Let's eat, shall we? And then we can see about my new hand."

She shot him a wink over one shoulder and moved to answer the door like nothing had just happened.

Valentine lifted his wet hand to his mouth and licked it. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. He was shaking, trying to breathe and will some control back into his throbbing body. It was no use.

He went into the guest bathroom and shut the door. Stumbling to the basin, he managed to pull his dick free right before coming so hard, it bordered on pain.

The marble sides of the basin cracked under his grip as he struggled to breathe. He caught his unhinged reflection in the mirror and knew the truth just as his dragon had always done.

Yelena Caelan Tuadach was going to tear him apart piece by piece, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.