Page 37 of Fire Dragon Lover

Logan caught her mouth again as he lashed her with his tongue as he delved deep inside her. She clenched around him in surprise and smothered a cry. He broke from her and groaned as he tilted her head up with a thumb as he thrust gently at first, then harder as he pushed past her defenses. “Let them hear it.”

Her breath came hot and a grateful cry ripped from her throat.

He kissed the underside of her jaw. “Good girl.”

The crowd cheered outside and pounded the ground with many feet. But when Logan’s fingers dug into her thighs and dragged their hips together, she forgot about them entirely. Gretchen threaded her fingers through his hair, which had come undone from his careful preparation. Her body surged to meet his when he retreated, and he responded in kind, giving her all of him.

Logan rolled her on her back and cupped her face. “Let’s give them the finale they’re craving.”

Already, she was sweating and satisfied but he had just begun.

She offered a tentative nod, linking her legs around him as he cupped her back. His teeth grazed her shoulder before finding purchase. It sent a ripple of painful pleasure through her and she bucked against him, her breathing ragged.

He kissed the spot as he levered up and drug her onto his cock.

There was a rumble in his chest that reverberated through her, and her toes curled with the pressure of him. She tightened as she reached her peak, losing slick fluid that eased his passage. As if he felt it, he delved deeper, making her shout.

Gretchen bit him back and loved the salty tang of his flesh.

He bucked in response, and when they kissed again, his teeth had sharpened slightly. She quivered at his nature, and what lay beneath his human veneer. He possessed her entirely, his nails biting into her back as he arched to meet her end again.

It made her tremble anew.

Logan caught one of her nipples in his mouth and rolled it around his hot tongue, electricity jolted up her spine. She thumbed the strong bones of his cheeks as she cherished him as he laid claim to her. Their marks were unrecognizable smears between them, his beautiful work destroyed in their fervor.

She tilted back, then plunged herself onto him and sealed their hips as he tightened before that final explosion rocked them both. Her grateful cry mingled with his bellow and his seed filled her to burst. But before they cooled, he kissed her mouth, throat, the space between her clavicles, and set her back onto the furs, still buried deep inside her.

Gretchen clung tight to his neck as she didn’t want this to be over. Not yet. “Don’t-”

He buckled over her and his cock dropped out with a final shudder. Their slick flesh mingled as he stroked wild strands from her face. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Their noses brushed together which made her smile.

“In fact,” he said, his tone dark with promise. “We’re not allowed out of the nest before the sun rises.”

Gretchen’s eyes cracked open. “They wouldn’t.”

“They would.” A guilty grin stretched over his features. “It’s tradition.”

His dick twinged between them as if he was already ready for another round.

She sucked in a breath. “The sun only set an hour ago.”

“It’s alright,” he murmured as he traced the smeared lines of his markings over her chest. “I know a thousand ways to pass the time.” His lips brushed against hers. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course, I trust you.” Her tired mind raced. “But I’m already thirsty. I thought this was a bonding ceremony, not an Olympic sport!”

“Don’t worry about a thing, Gretchen,” he said, nodding to a corner of the tent filled with bowls of food and pitchers of water. “Everythingis taken care of.”

Forty-Nine

Logan

Their things were already packed for the trip. He’d made sure to bring everything, just in case they decided to stay a while longer than planned. So, all that was left to do was pace the front entrance.

Sloan was late.

Logan grumbled to himself when the doorbell rang. He answered to find Sloan’s familiar figure as it took up the archway. “Thank god. I thought we’d have to miss our flight.”