took his, watching as his cock disappeared inside her, watching himself fuck her.
Her hand came back to pull on his hip, her nails now the sharpest yet. “Come in me, come in me…give me what we both need .” Her words were not thought out but torn from her, and Granite saw it, his come marking her inside while his fingers and tongue marked her outside, marked her as his forever, and this was it . Granite pulled back and slammed into her again and again, until she was shrieking, until her fingernails dug themselves so keep in his skin they would leave scars, until her arm out and her chest was flat on the floor while her hips were held up by him, and she was clawing the rug underneath her, her head twisted to the side, eyes shut and her pleasured cries continuing long, long moments.
Even as her body cradled his and her cries rent the air, Granite’s body demanded its own release, demanded to be part of his mate, and the pleasure he’d been holding back came to the fore. His hips bowed under the force of his release, his come shooting deep into her. He kept his rhythm, kept coming in her, the dragon demanding his mate be filled with him, so filled she’d never question who she belonged with again.
When consciousness returned, they were both laying on the floor. Granite had his arms around Frost and she was pulled tight against him, and she was nuzzling underneath his neck, her breaths more like purrs, one leg swung over his hip.
The dragon was still close to the surface, still possessive, and without thought one of Granite’s hands came between her legs to rest against her pussy, pushing any come that had started to slip out back inside her.
“Oh,” she said again, her legs spreading wider and hips moving to give him more access. Then a devilish gleam appeared in her eye. “Are you sure you don’t want to go down and inspect your work?”
“Don’t tempt me,” he said, pushing slightly harder and up, to that spot inside her that he’d found during their lovemaking, and that he was planning on using against her at every possible opportunity. Instantly her eyes closed and her head fell back, a long moan escaping her throat.
She brought her head up to kiss him, a kiss which was sweet and sexy and also, somehow, a promise. Breaking it with little nips and nuzzles against him, she said, “You feel it too, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Sometime during their lovemaking, the bond had formed. She was in his head, a warm, wanted presence, and though it had only happened, Granite couldn’t believe he’d lived so long without it – wondered how he functioned before it existed.
“You’re wonderful.”
“I’m blessed,” he came back with, leaning down to kiss her again.
Frost smiled at him, and his heart nearly burst from his chest at those clear, loving eyes. “How about we agree that we’re both blessed, and then you get that cock back in me and fill me with more come? Who knows,” she continued, leaning up to rub her cheek against his, “You do that enough, and we might just have a baby before you know it.”
And before his heart stopped from the sheer joy of her statement, he took her mouth with his again, and set about to once again make his she-wolf scream.
Chapter Nine
The bar was low-rent and dirty. The smell of beer and cheap whiskey soaked through the walls, mixing with the undertone of pool chalk and cigarette smoke.
The clientele fit the bar exactly, as if they had been cast for a movie, dressing their parts. For the men, it was jeans and t-shirts and leather jackets and boots. For the women, it was either short, skintight, or both. Motorcycles lined the bar’s outside, and he had yet to see someone without a tattoo.
Obsidian and Malachite were noticed as they entered, but true to the nature of the place, the patrons were aware of them, marked them as outsiders, but didn’t do anything beyond that. This was a place people came to expecting not to be
Her hand came back to pull on his hip, her nails now the sharpest yet. “Come in me, come in me…give me what we both need .” Her words were not thought out but torn from her, and Granite saw it, his come marking her inside while his fingers and tongue marked her outside, marked her as his forever, and this was it . Granite pulled back and slammed into her again and again, until she was shrieking, until her fingernails dug themselves so keep in his skin they would leave scars, until her arm out and her chest was flat on the floor while her hips were held up by him, and she was clawing the rug underneath her, her head twisted to the side, eyes shut and her pleasured cries continuing long, long moments.
Even as her body cradled his and her cries rent the air, Granite’s body demanded its own release, demanded to be part of his mate, and the pleasure he’d been holding back came to the fore. His hips bowed under the force of his release, his come shooting deep into her. He kept his rhythm, kept coming in her, the dragon demanding his mate be filled with him, so filled she’d never question who she belonged with again.
When consciousness returned, they were both laying on the floor. Granite had his arms around Frost and she was pulled tight against him, and she was nuzzling underneath his neck, her breaths more like purrs, one leg swung over his hip.
The dragon was still close to the surface, still possessive, and without thought one of Granite’s hands came between her legs to rest against her pussy, pushing any come that had started to slip out back inside her.
“Oh,” she said again, her legs spreading wider and hips moving to give him more access. Then a devilish gleam appeared in her eye. “Are you sure you don’t want to go down and inspect your work?”
“Don’t tempt me,” he said, pushing slightly harder and up, to that spot inside her that he’d found during their lovemaking, and that he was planning on using against her at every possible opportunity. Instantly her eyes closed and her head fell back, a long moan escaping her throat.
She brought her head up to kiss him, a kiss which was sweet and sexy and also, somehow, a promise. Breaking it with little nips and nuzzles against him, she said, “You feel it too, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Sometime during their lovemaking, the bond had formed. She was in his head, a warm, wanted presence, and though it had only happened, Granite couldn’t believe he’d lived so long without it – wondered how he functioned before it existed.
“You’re wonderful.”
“I’m blessed,” he came back with, leaning down to kiss her again.
Frost smiled at him, and his heart nearly burst from his chest at those clear, loving eyes. “How about we agree that we’re both blessed, and then you get that cock back in me and fill me with more come? Who knows,” she continued, leaning up to rub her cheek against his, “You do that enough, and we might just have a baby before you know it.”
And before his heart stopped from the sheer joy of her statement, he took her mouth with his again, and set about to once again make his she-wolf scream.
Chapter Nine
The bar was low-rent and dirty. The smell of beer and cheap whiskey soaked through the walls, mixing with the undertone of pool chalk and cigarette smoke.
The clientele fit the bar exactly, as if they had been cast for a movie, dressing their parts. For the men, it was jeans and t-shirts and leather jackets and boots. For the women, it was either short, skintight, or both. Motorcycles lined the bar’s outside, and he had yet to see someone without a tattoo.
Obsidian and Malachite were noticed as they entered, but true to the nature of the place, the patrons were aware of them, marked them as outsiders, but didn’t do anything beyond that. This was a place people came to expecting not to be
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