Page 35 of Flameborne: Fury
The dragon’s calls rose, echoing through the storm and there was a flash in my mind of them, tangled together in the forest, a rush of desire from Akhane—
“Bren—”
“Don't stop.”
“Are you—?”
“Please!”
Something in Donavyn unraveled. Ifeltit.
With a desperate hiss, he grasped at my clothing, scrambling to free the rest of the buttons on my jacket, my shirt, my leathers. Frantic myself, I wrestled with his clothes, near sobbing in frustration as triangles of flesh were revealed and I dove to kiss them—the flat plain of his chest, the rippled ladder of his abdomen—but then he grabbed my arms and cursed, whipping me around so my back was to his chest and grabbing for the now-open sides of my jacket and shirt, both wet and clinging to my skin and yanked them back over my shoulders, baring me to the cold, damp air.
A surge of hot need rocked through me and I arched back, trying to press into his hands as, with his face buried under my jaw, lips, tongue, and teeth scraping, fueling the rush of tingling pleasure under my skin, he tugged the wet, sucking fabric and leather from my limbs, throwing them aside with a wetthwackas they landed on the dirt, leaving me shivering with both cold and arousal.
Still sucking at my neck, he dragged his hands down my damp, pebbled body, kneading my breasts, then continuing down to the buttons at my leathers. It took precious, frustrating moments for his large hands to free the wet leather from myskin. Donavyn groaned and latched onto my neck and slid both hands inside the waistband, letting it catch on his wrists.
My body thrilled. I trembled as his calloused hands shoved my leathers down—and when the wet leather resisted and he stroked both hands to my inner thighs to loosen them, I bucked into his touch, gasping his name.
Donavyn growled and I felt his teeth at my neck in the same moment the dragons flashed in my head, necks and tails entwined, Akhane’s chin tilted to the sky and her mouth open, screaming her joy.
That pressure in my chest had rushed through my blood, heating and burning, to ignite my limbs. I shook and gasped, barely aware of the cold air, only of the heat of his chest against my back, his breath rushing over my skin, and the deep, aching hunger at my core.
Finally, my leathers surrendered their grip on my damp skin and dropped to the ground. Donavyn followed them, leaving me staggering as he knelt, cursing, grasping at my boots and pulling them free. I leaned on his back as he tossed one of my boots against the wall of the cave, then started on the other.
I should have been self-conscious with him kneeling while I was naked, but I could only urge him to hurry. Then, finally, he groaned and his hands clawed back up my body as he straightened behind me and I kicked my leathers away.
“Bren.”He spun me around me to face him again, his eyes raking down, gaze burning on my skin. We wrestled together with his clothes, the urgency in my belly pressing me forward, faster,yearning. Trembling hands, shaking breaths, Donavyn kissing me as he toed his boots off with a muttered curse, until finally, finally he was bare too and we fell together. I shook when his arms circled me and pulled me into his chest, when every steel roll of his body pressed against mine.
The dragons screamed again and a jolt of desire speared through me. I gasped as Donavyn plunged his hand into my hair and fisting it, lifting me, pulling my head back as he devoured the sensitive skin under my ear and carried me a few, staggering steps to where I’d thrown my bedroll down on the cave floor.
Dragon heat, the embers alive, rippling from within, reaching out. Dragon need, the bestial drivecloser, ever closer—
When Donavyn lowered me to the bedroll, the fur at my back brushed my sensitized skin, sending more sparkling pleasure coursing from my neck to my knees. I writhed, gripping his thick shoulders, pulling him down to me, gasping into his mouth, swallowing his groans—then arching when his knee nudged mine wider.
Devouring him, sucking on his tongue, I clawed nails into his back and pulled him down, wrapping knees around his waist and locking my ankles at his back, gasping at him, pulling,needing,shaking like a leaf when the thick length of him slid to rest against my heated, swelling skin. But still not within me.
With a sob, I dropped my head back to the fur, lifting my hips to bring him harder against me, my body flooding with the promise of pleasure.
“God,Bren—”he croaked, then rolled his hips so he pressed against me, sending a burst of hot, tinglingwantthrough my belly.
My nipples, already achingly hard, rubbed on his chest, the pleasure crackling through me to meet the waves surging between my legs.
Donavyn had both hands in my hair now, holding me down, elbows braced over my shoulders, and his body rolling to find me. A whisper of fear, a shadow of the past flickered in my head, but,no.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and clung to him.
Then I felt him right at my core and cried out,pleadingas he dragged over me, almost taking me.
“Please, Donavyn,” I gasped, trembling from head to toe, my body so desperate I feared I’d weep if he didn’t take me soon.
“Bren,” he rasped, lips hovering over my open mouth. “Are you sure?” He arched his back and pressed against me with such a delicious, thrilling slide, I sobbed.
“Yes.Yes!”
But then he stopped moving. I panicked. My eyes flew open to find him staring at me, flame and need and fear in his blazing gaze. In the distance, the dragons roared, the resonant calls rolling into the cave to hum through the walls and underneath us.
Donavyn relaxed his hips and drew away, and I swore and clawed a hand into his hair. “You’re my mate,” I hissed. ‘I need you. Please, Donavyn. Please, don’t—”
