Page 150 of The Dragon Warlord

I know what he wants. For me to let my instincts take over. He wants the untamed dragon in me to pour forth unbridled. I ache for nothing more. I want that too. I’m always holding that part of me back until I can’t anymore. Until something catastrophic happens and I lose the will to hold back.

He doesn’t want me to, so why should I? Especially, when I want to. There’s nothing that feels as right as it does when I take him.

“A-A-Alpha, I need you.”

That does it. Not that it would take much with him in this state of utter vulnerability and need. He wants to feel owned, and I have no issue showing him that he’s mine.

“All of you is mine.”

“All of me is yours,” he says.

Opening his neck, I start there. Where we began. Even though I don’t remember it in my mind, my body remembers every time I bite him. It’s instinct. The same instinct that drew me to bite him in the first place. I’ve wasted too many years denying the incomparable magic that brought us together.

That ends forever.

The act of biting him does as it always does. It sets off carnal possessiveness. Over the years, I’ve demonstrated that he’s mine in hundreds of different ways. From innocent to downright murderous. I’ve come to learn that my favorite way is this, marking his body with my teeth and plunging my cock deep inside of him.

I saw myself as a monster for it, but I’m not a monster. I’m a dragon and so is he. This is the love language of dragons. Utter possession.

The frenzied bloodthirst builds and his moan with my teeth sunk into his neck goes straight to my cock. Our movements are practiced as his limbs fall pliant so that I have to catch him, swinging his legs toward me and laying his head on my shoulder as I remove my teeth from his flesh. He slings his arms around my neck.

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River

He doesn’t say much after that, sinking further and further into the savageness of his dragon. The masculine scent of Tristan permeates the air and surrounds us. He lays me on the bed with the clear command not to move written in his expression. I don’t, open to whatever he wants to do with me. I’m not a fragile creature. I don’t need to be handled with care even after the news of …

No. I’m not thinking aboutthatright now.

The blanket I’d wrapped myself in falls away and cool air hits my cock. He catches the scent of my arousal and leans in to nose around down there. His touches become hot dragon fire and my skin tingles.

Tristan licks a line up my cock with his wet tongue and then without warning, his teeth nip the shaft. He doesn’t sink them in all the way, but it’s enough to send searing lightning through my body. My back arches and his sapphire eyes are dangerous.

“Mine,” he says as if it’s the only word he knows.

He crawls onto the bed, straddling legs to each side of me, and then circles one of my nipples with his thumb. My right pectoral bears the Warlord’s tattoo. He’d specified that he wanted the Markaytian version he has and so we waited to have it done when we went to Markaytia as a family to visit. There’s another tattoo I want that I’m hoping he’ll get too when we do the cuffing ceremony.

Sucking the nipple between his teeth pulls a lovely mixture of pain and pleasure from me as his arse, wet with slick, rubs along my shaft. I’m overwhelmed with sensation, moaning and begging him to take me.

“Please,” I say, running out of breath. My release has already built to a precipice, but he won’t let me drop over the edge, biting into my hot flesh just when my cock pulses and my balls draw up. I dig my nails into his thick, muscular thighs in a hopeless attempt to steady myself.

How can it feel like I’m swirling when I’m firmly on my back?

He knows what he’s doing to me with little effort and his smile is dangerous. That’s what I love about his dragon, how much he enjoys holding me in a never-ending state of sexual peril. He can relish in the power and control.

I writhe, trying to create friction, but my cock is trapped and only available for the pleasure Tristan gives it. He smacks the side of my arse. “No.”

Gah! I’m going to lose my mind. Whimpers of exasperation fall from my lips and a cry bursts from my throat. Just in case the warning’s not enough, he tightens his grip on my hips with his hefty legs to prevent any more naughtiness.

He pins my arms over my head, telling me with a serious frown to keep them there, wanting to see me obey him rather than force them to stay with magic. When he’s sure I’m going to comply, he proceeds to lick, bite, and suck his way down the tender underbelly of my armpit. It tickles and fucking hurts at the same time. Laughing screams tumble from my mouth. I’m desperate to shield myself from his tickle torture and desperate for more at the same time.

“Yours,fuck. I’m yours, Alpha.”

Tristan’s cock is purpling at the head, drops of come already pooling and seeping off the top and onto my belly. Using his own slick, he strokes his monster cock as I watch, licking my lips and wishing for a taste. Instead, I’m coated in thick pearly dragon come. He uses it to mark every bit of my torso with his scent.

I love being claimed by him.

It doesn’t dim his erection in the slightest. He’s not done spreading his seed.