Page 33 of Red Fury

What is this?

I hear Fury shift back behind me, but I can’t bring myself to turn around. I’m too embarrassed, too aroused, too confused by what just happened.

“Shadow.” His voice is rough; his vocal cords still remember his dragon form.

I turn around, and the sight of him nearly brings me to my knees. He’s magnificent in the moonlight, all hard muscle and masculine perfection. And he’s aroused too, his cock standing proud and thick between his legs.

“It’s okay,” he starts to say. “I understand that your dragon—”

Something snaps inside me.

I launch myself at him with desperate hunger, slamming him back against the nearest tree. The bark scrapes against his shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to care. My mouth crashes against his in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and raw need.

I feel her just below the surface. I still feel my scales even though they have pulled back. I feel like an animal.

He responds just as wildly, his hands fisting in my hair as he devours my mouth. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and I grind against him shamelessly, seeking friction. I rub my pussy against him and groan deeply into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he growls against my lips, his voice rough and animalistic. “I can smell how wet you are. I can feel it.”

I bite his lower lip hard enough to make him hiss, tasting copper. “Then do something about it,” I pant against his mouth. “Now!”

His hands slide down to grip my ass, lifting me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. The rough bark of the tree scrapes against my back, but the slight pain only adds to the desperation coursing through me.

“What do you want?”

“Touch me,” I gasp, grinding my pussy against his cock.

“We probably shouldn’t.” His voice is a rough rasp.

“Probably not, but I need you to touch me. I need—”

One of his hands slides between us, his fingers finding my clit and stroking in firm circles that make me throw my head back and cry out. The sound echoes through the trees, wild and primal.

“Yes!”

“Christ, you’re soaked,” he groans, sliding two fingers deep inside my pussy. I’m so wet they slide in easily, and the stretch makes me moan.

“More,” I demand, my nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “I need more.”

He pumps his fingers in and out of me, his thumb working my clit with devastating precision. But it’s not enough.

“Need more,” I grind out. “Make me come.”

“I want to taste you,” he says in a rough voice. “Can I put my mouth on you?”

Twenty fucking questions.

“Yes. Do it!” Suddenly, the thought of his mouth on me is exactly what I need. I can’t wait.

He groans, lowering me until my feet touch the ground. Before I can lose my nerve, I spin around and brace my hands against the tree, arching my back and presenting myself to himin the same way my dragon did not so long ago. I should be just as mortified, but I’m not.

I need this.

I need him. First his mouth and then his cock.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, dropping to his knees behind me.

The first stroke of his tongue against my pussy has me crying out, my fingers clawing at the bark. He groans against me, the vibration making my entire body shudder.