Page 19 of His Brazen Mate

With a primal growl, he sank into her depths, relishing in the tightness that enveloped him. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of ecstasy coursing through his veins. They were no longer two separate entities, but one entity melded and forged in the flames of fate and desire.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, as if urging him to explore the uncharted territories of their pleasure. He obliged willingly, setting a rhythm that matched the beat of their pounding hearts. Every thrust brought them closer to the precipice, to the edge where bliss and oblivion merged.

Their bodies moved with an innate synchrony; a harmony born from a longing so profound it transcended mere physicality. They were lost in a maelstrom of sensation, where time ceased to exist, and nothing else mattered except the pleasure they bestowed upon each other.

Her nails dug into his back, leaving crescent-shaped imprints as she arched against him, desperate for more. He obliged, reaching between them to tease her swollen clit with his thumb. Her body tensed around him in response, her walls clenching with a voracious hunger that matched his own.

The temperature in the room rose to an unbearable degree as sweat beaded on their foreheads, glistening under the dim light. The intoxicating scent of sex floated through the air.

The walls of her pussy encapsulated his cock, making it harder with every thrust. She felt like a siphon around him, begging him to fill her up.

"Fuck, Drake. This feels so good," she moaned.

Her words only added fresh tinder to the wildfire that raged within him, pushing him further into a state of primal lust. He could feel himself losing control, succumbing to the intoxicating rhythm of their bodies. Their moans intertwined, creating a symphony of pleasure that reverberated through the walls.

"Keep taking my cock, Megan," he growled.

He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust deeper, harder. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, drowning out any semblance of rational thought. It was as if they’d entered a realm where only their desire mattered, where the only goal was to push each other to the pinnacle of ecstasy and beyond.

With every stroke, he sensed her unraveling beneath him. Her body trembled, her breath hitched, and he knew she was teetering on the edge. He wanted nothing more than to see her come undone, to prove to her that their bodies were in perfect sync.

Drake increased the pressure on her swollen clit with his thumb, circling it in teasing motions that elicited a throaty moan from deep within her. Her muscles tightened around him, drawing him in further as if begging for release. And when he finally granted her wish, it was like an explosion ripped through both of them.

Megan’s back arched off the bed, a primal scream escaping her lips as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. He watched as she rode out her climax, her nails leaving red trails down his back. Her orgasm triggered his own release—a veritable flood that consumed him completely.

Drake filled her up, but he wanted to keep fucking her, continuing to fill her up with his seed before collapsing on top of her, giving her his full weight before rolling to his side, and dragging her up next to him.

In the early morning light, Drake woke with a start, the bed beside him cold and empty. Panic surged through him as he realized Megan was gone. He threw on his clothes, his mind racing. She wouldn’t just leave without a word, would she? If she had, he would make damn sure she would never do it again.

Rising from their bed, he walked out onto the balcony. He shifted into his dragon form, his massive wings unfurling as he took to the sky. The early morning air was crisp and clear, and he soared above the treetops, scanning for any sign of her. He reached out through the bonding link. It wasn’t completely established, but it was strong enough that he could sense her direction.

Banking in what he now knew to be the direction she was heading in, he spotted her SUV on a winding road, heading away from the distillery. With a powerful dive, he landed in front of the vehicle, shifting back to his human form and forcing her to swerve off the road in order to avoid hitting him. Megan slammed on the brakes, her eyes wide with shock and anger.

“What the hell, Drake?” she yelled, throwing the door open and storming towards him. “You could have killed us both!”

Before he could respond, a flash of movement caught his eye. He realized it was a bobcat-shifter as the thing leaped from the underbrush, aiming straight for Megan. Without thinking, Drake tackled her to the ground, his body shielding her from the attack.

The bobcat’s claws raked across his back, but Drake ignored the pain, rolling to his feet and shifting back into his dragon form. He roared a fierce, guttural sound that sent the shifter scurrying back into the woods.

Megan stared at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. “Drake…”

Reaching down to help her up, he asked, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, still shaken. “What was that?”

“Assassin,” he said grimly. “We need to get out of here. Now.”

He led her back to the SUV, but instead of letting her drive, he lifted her into his arms and shifted into his dragon, his massive wings carrying them both into the sky. The flight back to their home was swift, the urgency of their situation pushing him to his limits.

Once they landed, he gently set her down on the balcony, his eyes scanning for any further threats. “You’re safe here,” he said, his voice firm.

Megan looked at him, her eyes filled with questions. “Drake, what’s going on? Why did you come after me?”

“Because I can’t lose you,” he said , his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face “We’re in this together, Megan. No matter what.”

She sighed, leaning into his touch. “I just needed some space to think.”

“I know,” he replied, pulling her into a tight embrace. “But we’re stronger together. We’ll figure this out. Together.”

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