And now, he was going to tell her with actions how much he wanted her.
Brad lowered himself onto her body and resisted a hiss as his cock pressed against her warm skin.
Tasha’s husky voice reached his ears. “Your mini-dragon isn’t close enough yet.”
He blinked. “Mini-dragon?”
She grinned. “Your cock.”
“Oh no, no. We’re not giving nicknames.”
She ran a hand down his back and up again, lightly digging her nails into his skin in the process. “The longer you wait, the more I’ll try. How about Mr. FireBreather?”
His dragon growled. Definite
ly not. Sounds like we have some sort of disease. Don’t let her keep going. Fuck her already.
Ignoring his dragon, Brad ran a hand down Tasha’s side and lifted his hips so he could tease her pussy. “I think it’s time to make you forget how to talk.”
Before she could reply, he took her lips in a quick, rough kiss at the same time he slid a finger inside her.
His mate was so wet and tight, and his cock grew even harder.
It was time to stop taking things slow.
He leaned up, balancing on one arm, and positioned his cock at Tasha’s entrance. He met her smoldering gaze, his voice rough to his own ears as he said, “Last chance to turn back.”
She arched her hips so that her heat brushed his cock. “No way.”
His dragon said, Hurry, hurry. You’re so close. I want her. She needs to carry our young. Fuck her. And then I will, over and over again.
Brad pressed into Tasha slowly, gritting his teeth with every slow inch. “You’re so tight.”
“I can take you, Brad. Trust me, the fuller, the better.”
No filter for his mate and he loved that about her.
Hell, he loved so many things about her.
And maybe it was too soon, or he should be more cautious given his relationship history, but fuck it. He loved Tasha.
Once the frenzy was over, he’d prove it some more to her before he said it out loud.
His dragon roared. Stop thinking and start pumping.
Brad finally filled Tasha to the hilt, took one of her nipples into his mouth, and teased her with his tongue as he moved his hips slowly.
Her nails dug into his scalp, and she moved her own hips faster and faster.
His dragon hummed. Yes, yes. Give her more. Embrace the dragon side and fuck her quickly.
Releasing her nipple, Brad met Tasha’s gaze and never looked away as he pumped harder, taking care to rub her clit as he went, wanting—no needing—her to come even before he did.
His dragon spoke up. Don’t wait. Don’t. She’ll come anyway with us. I want my turn. Hurry up.
Brad ignored his beast, moving his hips fast enough for the sound of flesh hitting flesh to fill the air. He never stopped playing with Tasha’s clit as she gripped his shoulders. Even when she dug her nails in harder, he merely growled and increase his pace.
“Fuck, yes, right there, Brad. So close.”