Page 41 of Never Feed a Dragon

The pleasure went on for what felt like forever before he finally released my neck. I was so slick between my thighs that he had to have found his release too.

My forehead hit the wall, my chest rising and falling quickly as I panted through the aftershocks of the pleasure. “What the hell was that?”

“Dragon shifters bite their mates. It gives you some of our power temporarily. Strengthens you in the process.” Eli’s tongue dragged lightly over the place he’d bitten me. It didn’t hurt. There was no soreness, or pain. “Seemed like it felt good.”

“Better than anything I’ve ever experienced.”

His free hand found my core, his fingers brushing lightly over my clit.

“What are you doing?”

“Wringing another orgasm out of you before you come to your senses and push me away.” His tongue dragged over the bite mark again. “I don’t have control right now. If you want me to stop, you’ll have to say so.”

His fingers circled my clit lightly, and my hips jerked.

Even if I’d wanted to, I didn’t think I could physically force myself to push him away. Not when he was touching me like that, making me feel so good.

And I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want him to be my mate.

But I didn’t want him to stop, either.

He worked my clit, fucking me while he did. My t-shirt was still on, my leggings around my knees, but I didn’t give a damn about that. Every ounce of my attention was focused on his hands on my wrists and core, and his cock filling me.

I came quickly again.

Too quickly.

We both did.

My eyes closed, my cheek pressed to the wall as I struggled to get enough air through my lungs while I came down from the high. My inner thighs were absolutely drenched in my pleasure and his, and the sensation brought some awareness back.

Only a little, but it was enough.

I finally realized where we were.

Who Eli was.

Who I was.

And just how little sex really mattered compared to the huge significance of everything else that had gone down the night before.

We’d sealed a mate bond.

We were going through a magical marriage process that wanted us to procreate.

We were mates.

And having sex was only going to complicate that. The more we did, the more the lines would blur.

So, I had to stop us.

Even though his hand and cock were still between my thighs, making me feel incredible.

Some things were more important than orgasms.

Like not being cheated on.

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