Page 63 of Flameborne: Fury
“Relax. You’re safe, and so is she,” he murmured. “She’s not frightened, she’s teasing him. Watch.”
I clawed at his arm around my middle, but watched as my dragon rippled across the meadow, her chin high and tail lashing. Kgosi roaring in her wake.
“She’s taunting him,” Donavyn rasped.
I was suddenly desperately aware of Donavyn’s blistering heat at my back. Of the hard lines of him pressed against me.
“She… she…” I couldn’t find the words because Donavyn groaned as Kgosi leaped forward, clamping fangs at the base of her neck, and growling his dominance as he pressed her to the earth, using his greater weight to overpower her.
My breath caught as my dragon trembled and I reached for her, linking with her—only to have that portal in my mind suddenlyalivewith heat, and need, and thrill andjoy.
I sucked in a breath, then gave a shaky laugh as the flickering images and garbled vocalizations that seeped to me from my dragon simultaneously aroused and soothed me.
She wanted him. She was playing with him.She needed him.
Donavyn gave a low moan in my ear and hunched over me, his free hand sliding up my body to my chest, then my throat, his palm cupping my neck as he turned my head with his fingers on my jaw until I met his eye over my shoulder.
The moment our eyes locked, Akhane screamed again, sending a spear of craving through me, a jagged lightning bolt from my navel to my toes.
“Donavyn—”
“I need you, Bren. I need to know you won’t run from me.”
“I won’t,” I gasped. “I wouldn’t!” I would have turned, but he clamped that arm around me tighter, keeping me in place and turned my head away to stretch my neck, clamping on to the sensitive skin under my ear and sucking so hard I gasped and my knees trembled.
Reaching back over my shoulder for him, I grasped his hair, holding him to me, shivering as he sucked and kissed. My breath came in short, sharp puffs as I leaned back into his chest, and rubbed my ass on his already evident arousal. Then I slipped one hand back, sliding it between us to cup and stroke him through his leathers.
He shuddered and I closed my eyes, smiling in anticipation of having him again when he pulled my hand out from between us and instead fumbled at his fly. I thought he’d turn me, kiss me, strip me—but he growled against my neck. “Get your leathers off.Now.”
The words were so demanding, so forceful, I jumped to do as he’d instructed without thought. The feeling of his body against my back raised the hair on the back of my neck and sent waves of pebbling down my spine and up the backs of my legs.
I was already panting again, clawing for buttons, scrambling to rid myself of clothing. But I was too slow.
As a resonant call from the dragons rose from among the trees, Donavyn bent me forward and pressed me to the ground, catching me when I would have lain down, yanking my leathers down to my knees and grasping my hips as he reared over me.
I planted both hands on the grass, curling nails into the dirt to ground myself—but as he entered me with a shout and I shuddered with joy and the divine sensation of himfilling methis way, he braced over my shoulder, his fingers twining between mine so we clawed the earth together.
And then he took me with such force a cry broke in my throat.
“Mine!”he snarled.
I felt him in every inch of my body—he invaded, sending waves of pleasure radiating out from my core to my trembling limbs. He hunched over me, his chest and thighs igniting fires on my skin. He rasped in my ear, his breath hot and words hushed, calling for me, pleading, and there was a surge ofhimin the bond—an electric thrust through that golden cord that fed straight to my heart.
Then he drew back with a ragged cry, grasped my hip with his free hand, and thrust into me again. I cried out as sheet lightning crackled through my flesh from the inside out.
As I arched, and called, and our bodies met, harder and harder, I forgot the growing sun overhead. Forgot the dragons. Lost awareness of anything but his blistering length moving within me, his guttural demands in my ear, and his flesh covering mine.
When he arched his back to take me deeper, I gasped and dropped to my elbows, pushing back to meet him with a tattered cry.
The world sucked in to nothing. The universe disappeared. The only thing that existed was the twining, devasting pleasure Donavyn wrung from me.
Cool air brushed over the skin of my lower back, but his hand was in my hair, and his body within mine.
He was my world.
“Mine. And they’ll all know it!”he hissed with a conviction that cut between my ribs like a blade and stole my breath.
“Y-yes—” I rasped, shaking, tipping up my chin, mouth open, seeking that perfect joining that I felt to the soles of my feet. Right…there.“Oh, Donavyn—ohgodohgodohg—"
