About a Dragon

Unwilling and unable to wait any longer, he slipped his fingers under the dress, pushing it off her shoulders. He pulled away, easing the dress down her body as he knelt in front of her.

“Step out of it.”

She did with no argument, and he quickly tossed the dress into the nearest chair.

As always, she had her blade tied to her upper thigh. “Still keeping this around, eh?”

“Oh.” Talaith went to grab the sheathed dagger, but Briec caught hold of her hand.

“No. Leave it.” He smiled up into her startled face. “I like it.”

Nothing made him lustier than the thought of her legs wrapped around his waist with that damn blade tied to her thigh. Besides, he trusted her.

He stood before he could toss her to the floor and f**k her within an inch of her life.

“Get on the bed, Talaith,” he ordered while he nearly ripped his own clothes off.

One eyebrow perked up on that beautiful face. “Should I get on all fours, lord? Or merely lie there? Like a forest animal awaiting slaughter.”

Laughing, his upper body now bare, Briec lifted her up by the waist. “Must you argue everything, woman?” She squealed as he tossed her back on the bed. “Can you not just lie there and take it? Like a good little lover?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, that’s nice. How some female hasn’t snapped you up already—I’ll never know.”

“I think that’s because I’ve been waiting my whole life for you. And no one else would do.” It was an honest answer, and one she in no way could handle as she made a strange little “eep” sound and tried to climb off the bed.

“No, no. You’re not going anywhere.” He pushed her back, covering her body with his own. “Now kiss me, you chatty cow.”

“Go to—” He kissed her before she could finish that lovely little statement.

Pushing her legs apart with his knee, Briec settled himself comfortably in the vee of her body, allowing his hands to roam freely over her soft skin.

“Hell!” she finished when he finally pulled his mouth away from hers.

“Now is that anyway to talk to me?” He kissed her neck, his fingers circling her hard ni**les. “Especially since you so clearly adore me.”

“Is it nice in your dream world, dragon?” she gasped out, her body arching into his hands, then his mouth as he moved down. “Are there fairies and elves there to keep you company?”

“Who needs old wives’ tales about fairies, when I’ve got you—an old wife?”

He felt that punch to his shoulder long before it arrived. Still, it made him laugh more. Sitting up, he stared down at her. She tried glaring at him, but her uncontrolled panting as well as her flushed cheeks and body made it much less intimidating.

Briec grinned, grabbed both her legs, and flipped her onto her stomach.

“Oi!”

“Up on those knees, love.” He pushed her legs up, raising her lovely ass quite nicely. “I need access to this ridiculously wet pu**y of yours. Have many plans for it this evening, you know?”

She started to say something, but he didn’t hear her and she stopped talking as soon as he buried his face between her thighs. He thrust his tongue inside her, enjoying the taste of her wetness sliding down his throat.

Talaith groaned and so did Briec. Did he really think he’d ever be done with this woman? Did he really think he’d ever be able to walk away from her? Unable to wait a second longer, he nearly destroyed his chainmail leggings as he pushed them down his legs to his knees.

He leaned up, resting against her back. Getting a strong grip on her wrists, he held her in place as he drove his painfully hard c**k inside her. She hissed, her legs spreading farther apart to allow more of him in. He obliged, shoving into her until his balls slammed against the soft cushion of her ass.

“Gods you feel good,” he gasped, her muscles tightening around his cock. “You’re strangling me.”

“I would,” she panted back. “But you have my hands pinned.”

“Callous cow.”

“Irritating bastard.”

Yes. Now this, this was home. Right where he belonged. Where he’d always belong. With this rude, sarcastic woman. And he knew she felt the same as soon as he stroked himself in and out of her sweet pu**y. Without even realizing it, she moaned his name, begging him not to stop.

“I won’t stop, little witch.” He picked up his pace, unable to keep any semblance of control while inside her. “I won’t ever stop.” Because he couldn’t. Not where she was concerned.

Using his free hand, he reached around her waist and slipped his fingers in between her thighs. He found her clit and stroked it, desperate to bring her to climax before he lost all reason. She must have been close, she panted and moaned his name into the pillow, her pu**y spasming around his cock, dragging him deeper inside her wet heat. And, with a relieved sigh, he came hard inside her.

Panting, sweating, and momentarily exhausted, the pair crashed onto the bed. Her hand grabbed his, removing it from her clit. “You’re killing me.”

“Not yet. But that could change any day.”

Laughing, she punched his thigh while he kissed her neck. He pulled out of her gently, slowly turning her so that she faced him.

He kissed her forehead. Her cheeks. Her nose.

“I missed you,” he murmured against her lips. “Don’t do that again.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. “Don’t do what again?” she sighed, his lips moving to her throat. He knew she loved when he kissed her throat.