Evie laid a hand on his chest and stared into his eyes. One second passed, and then another before she replied in a husky voice, “Promise me you’ll talk after, and I’ll let you fuck me. Just once.”
He dragon snarled. “Just once? Why? Do you want to go after the Scottish leader?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Tame the jealousy, dragonman. There’s too much to do for your clan, as well as the fact I refuse to mate a stranger. I want to know something about you, Bram Moore-Llewellyn, because I’m starting to like you.”
Her words placated his dragon. Good human. She likes us. The sex will be good. Hurry. Fuck her. Claim her.
Bram was a hairbreadth from losing control to his dragon. It was almost as if Evie were his true mate. Impossible. Mate-claim frenzies happened with the first kiss and only ended with pregnancy. Since he couldn’t impregnate Evie, the pulsing desires running through his body must be something else.
Pushing aside all of his confusion, Bram gave another swirl around Evie’s clit with his finger and whispered, “I promise to talk later. Now, will you let me fuck you?”
He pressed against her hard little nub and Evie leaned into his chest. She whispered, “Yes, please. My legs are about to give out.”
Bram ripped her underwear and plunged two fingers in her hot, wet pussy. Evie clutched his arm and he whispered, “So wet and hot.” He retreated and thrust his fingers again. “Since I only have the one time, I’m going to make you come hard.”
Evie opened her mouth, but he wasn’t looking for her wit or charm right now. He pressed harder again her clit with his thumb, and she closed her eyes.
Neither man nor beast liked her eyes shut. “Evie, if you want to come, then open your eyes and spread your legs for me.”
His dragon growled, impatient to fuck the human, but as soon as her beautiful, dark blue eyes met his, the beast’s impatience eased a fraction. When she spread her legs wider, Bram removed his fingers and gave one last order. “Remove your shirt for me, lass. I need to see more of your beautiful skin.”
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How Evie was still standing upright, she didn’t know. Bram’s thick, rough fingers inside her pussy had been wonderful, his attention to her clit even better. Her former human lovers had all seemed oblivious to the little bud’s existence.
But now his fingers were gone, leaving her empty and aching. Part of her wanted to rebel at his order, but she said fuck it. The sooner she could ease the pulse between her legs, the more time she would have to talk with Bram.
And she had plenty to talk with him about.
She reached for the hem of her sweater and slowly tugged it up over her body. Watching Bram’s eyes the entire time, she loved how his eyes flashed between slits and round pupils. The sight only reminded her of how she was finally going to be taken by a dragonman.
But unlike her teenage fantasies with an unnamed dragon-shifter fucking her senseless, this time she already knew what Bram tasted like, and how his wild dragon scent drove her crazy.
As soon as she tugged her sweater over her head and tossed it aside, Bram’s hands were on her sides. The slow, deliberate up and down motion of his hands only made her wetter.
She was close to begging, but she resisted. Giving in would make Bram a little too cocky.
Then his hands covered her small breasts and squeezed, and her brain forgot about everything but his strong, possessive touch.
All too soon, Bram moved his hands behind her and unhooked her bra. As he removed the last shred of material between her breasts and his eyes, his voice was like a whisper against her skin. “So pretty.”
She was about to tell him to cut the crap when he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. He swirled, nibbled, and sucked her deep. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “Harder,” she whispered.
He growled and the vibrations against her sensitive skin shot straight to her pussy. At this rate, she’d soon be dripping down her legs.
As if sensing her thoughts, Bram reached between her legs and rubbed between her folds. Then he let her nipple free with a pop and she let out a sound of protest. “What? Why? If you’re doing this to make me beg, it’s not going to work.”
Bram chuckled. “Oh, you’ll beg eventually. But I think you’ll like this.”
He removed his fingers from her folds and rubbed her wetness on her other nipple. The sight of it on her breast was oddly arousing.
Then Bram leaned down and lapped at her juices on her skin. Bloody hell. The man was lapping as if he’d die if he didn’t catch every last drop.
Holy crap, she was close to coming from his tongue...on her breast.
After one last nibble, Bram stood up and said, “My dragon is about to break free, lass, and I need to remain in control for tonight’s dinner at the great hall. I need to fuck you. Now.”
As much as she wanted to see his dragon break free, she had meant what she’d said earlier about never trying to take time away from anything important. She laid a hand on his chest. “Well, in that case”—she took his hand and tugged—“follow me.”