Her hand finally reached the hard outline of his erection punching against his trousers, and her mouth watered to see all of him.
"Fuck, the look in your eyes, Layla. There's no male alive who could say no to that."
She gently squeezed his cock and Chase groaned. "Then make your first claim, Chase, and show me how much better you are than what I've seen in my dreams over the last week."
With a growl, he sat up, ripped off his clothes, and lightly stroked his cock. Layla's gaze watched the motion, licking her lips at how hard and long he was.
With a groan, Chase release himself and
flipped her over onto her stomach. "I'm not going to last if you keep looking at me like that." He leaned down, kissed the nape of her neck, and added, "But I need to make sure you're ready for me, love. So it's time for some more torturing with my lips and tongue."
And as he began said torture, Layla learned yet again how much patience her future mate truly had.
Chase could hardly believe what Layla had told him. Not just that she wanted him, but that he could claim her with his cock and not set off the frenzy.
His dragon growled. Don't think, just act.
Layla was on her stomach before him, her lovely arse and hips wiggling in impatience.
While he'd love nothing but to raise her hips, thrust into her, and make sure she knew he wasn't going to let her go after this, he somehow tamed the urge and placed his hands on her arse. Rubbing in slow circles, her skin warming under his touch, Layla arched her hips upward.
He chuckled. "Not yet, love."
Aye, he wanted to tease her a wee bit, but it'd been over two years since he'd last had sex, and Chase wasn't sure how long he'd last without the benefit of the frenzy.
His dragon spoke up. Let me take control. I can last longer.
The challenge thrown down, he replied, No fucking way. The first time is mine.
His beast sat back, satisfaction in his gaze, knowing Chase would live up to the challenge now.
Not wanting to waste more time with his beast and ignore the willing, naked female in front of him, Chase moved one hand down to between her thighs. As he lightly stroked her pussy, Layla arched even higher.
He gently inserted his middle finger an inch, loving how drenched she was already—all for him—and then retreated. Her hips followed after him as she whimpered softly.
It was still hard for him to believe Layla was naked and begging for his cock.
He lazily fucked her pussy with his finger, soon adding a second one, and watched Layla's hips move in time with him. He lightly smacked her arse, and she grabbed the sheets with her fingers.
It seemed his lass liked that.
He smacked her again, increasing the pace of his fingers. When she was nearly dripping down his hand, he pulled back, and Layla cried out. "No, don't stop."
Rubbing up her back until he reached her neck, he gently squeezed. "Do you want to come on my fingers or my cock?"
She hesitated, and he leaned down to kiss her lower back. He murmured, "Don't ever hold back with me, Layla. I have two years’ worth of fantasies to play out, but I'm not a selfish bastard. Tell me what you want, and I'll do it. But you need to say what you want with words." He moved his lips further up her spine, kissing her along the way until his body curved over hers and he laid his chin on her shoulder. "Tell me which do you want—my fingers or my dick?"
She whispered, "Your cock. Please, Chase, I need you inside me."
If not for a lifetime of memories of how his mother's accidental pregnancy had doomed her to a life of misery, Chase probably would've risen back behind her and claimed her, over and over again, until they both shuddered in release, without another word.
However, Chase found the strength to ask, "Do you have a condom?"
"No, they've long expired. But you don't need to use one."
His dick let out a drop of precum at the idea of coming inside Layla's warm pussy, her gripping and releasing him in a way no other male would ever feel again.
But his voice was husky as he said, "I can pull out. Not a guarantee, but there's less risk."