No bloody way.
Tristan pulled out his cock slowly, before slamming into Mel’s pussy. Her nails once more dug into his skin and he murmured, “Your threats mean I’ll just own your pussy that much slower.”
He repeated the action and Mel hissed. “I’m going to remember this for later. The next time you ask me to suck your cock, I’m going to draw it out until you beg.”
An image of his mate licking his cock in slow, deliberate motions made his balls tighten. “If this is all it takes for that kind of torture, then prepare yourself, love.”
Slowly, he circled in and out of Mel, casually brushing her clit with each thrust.
When she clenched around him on purpose, it took everything he had to keep from coming, but the combined flush and light sheen of sweat on his mate’s skin made both man and beast satisfied.
He only wished she were naked. He wanted to caress every inch of her skin.
“Tristan, please.”
Lowering his head, he kissed her. As her moans vibrated against his lips, he increased the pressure against her clit. He broke their kiss long enough to whisper, “Come for me, love.”
Rubbing her clit hard, in a circular motion, she screamed.
Her pussy clenched and released his cock. Taking hold of her hips with both hands again, he moved faster. The pressure built at the base of his spine.
He was ready to brand his mate with his scent.
His dragon managed to get out, Yes, brand her. Then it’s my turn.
Rather than argue, Tristan kissed his mate again. The combination of her taste and her hot grip on his cock was enough to push him over the edge.
Tristan growled and stilled inside his mate as his orgasm hit him. Each spurt from his dick sent his
mate into orgasm again.
He deepened his kiss, stroking and dominating her mouth. She would have no doubt that she belonged to him.
Once she’d wrung the last drop from his cock, he pulled her close to rub her back as she came down from her multiple orgasms. The way she leaned against him for support stoked his ego.
Our mate is sated but she can take more. It’s my turn.
Ignoring his dragon, he kissed the top of Mel’s head. “You screamed, but I don’t think it was loud enough.”
“Oh, really?”
He leaned back to stare into his mate’s beautiful green eyes. The sated look made his dragon hum. Is it my turn yet? I will make her scream louder.
He brushed the soft skin at his mate’s hip. “Should I try a bit harder?”
She smiled as she traced shapes on his chest with a finger. “Only if you’re naked, first. I don’t like this shirt getting in the way.”
He ran a hand from her hip to under her top and caressed her round belly. “Only if I can lick every inch of your sexy body first.”
Some of her confidence faded. “I’m not quite as sexy as I once was, I’m afraid.”
He growled. “Nonsense.” Lifting the hem of her top, he exposed her belly and traced the stretch marks left from her pregnancy. “These are battle scars you should wear proudly.”
He pulled out before leaning down and kissing each mark in turn. Once finished, he stood again and placed a hand on his mate’s face.
As Tristan stroked her cheek, Melanie’s eyes grew wet. “There’s that sweetness again. Although, given it was two of your children, they are more like war wounds.”
“Whatever they are, you’re sexier to me now than ever before, so strip, human, so I can make you scream louder.”