Page 62 of Driven By Dragonblood
Please our female.
Growling against her lips, I thrust, fingertips digging into the flesh of her ass to keep her impaled on my shaft.
She whimpered and writhed in my hold, hands clutching at my shirt, my hair. Pain from her raking fingernails over my neck broke through the bloodlust to own, but wasn’t enough to stop my dick from the mission before us.
I bit her lower lip, the tang of copper coating my tongue.
She cried out, inner walls tightening around my plundering shaft. “Please!”
“Need you to come on my cock, sweet goddess of mine.” I gasped between words, sweat breaking out over my back and forehead from the exertion of fucking into her. “Soak me with your release. Goddamn.” I buried my face in her neck, eyes clenched shut while chasing mutual release. “Give it to me—now.”
Her shriek filled my ears, inner walls clamping around me, coaxing me to gift her what she needed.
Grunting, I buried the tip of my shaft against her womb.
Ours.
My balls erupted in a fountain of cum, her clenching core milking my dick with steady pulls on my shaft.
Groaning, I feasted on her mouth as copious amounts of spunk flooded her with every pulse of my taint, seeming to drain my soul dry.
Golden light shimmered behind my closed eyelids, and a flood of adoration rained down over me like a summer storm, drenching me with force enough that I lost my breath.
Tearing my mouth away from hers, I lifted my head, panting, one last spasm of my balls giving Primrose everything I had. Euphoria filled me from the inside out, and Primrose’s smile lanced my chest with a joyous ache so damn intense my knees almost buckled.
I clutched at her backside, our combined cum leaking around where I impaled her, making a mess over my thighs and soaking my slacks.
The beast inside me purred his pleasure, and Primrose sagged in my arms, a glorious smile lighting up my soul and filling me with her peace.
“I can feel your emotions,” she whispered, and another rush of happiness swarmed over me, her fingertip brushing over my lips. “The bonding has begun.”
Bonding.
Fated mates.
Dragonblood.
I blinked at the strength of the words echoing in my head—and reality crashed over me, ripping me from the pleasure-hazed euphoria I’d lost myself to.
I lifted Primrose off me and stepped away, stumbling, my dick wet and hanging from my torn slacks as I pushed—fuckingheavedagainst the slithering beast inside my soul who had gained control over our faculties.
“No,” I stated through gritted teeth, hands fisting at my sides, slowly taking back what that thing had stolen from me. My eyes lost sight of the beautiful vision before me as deep, meditative pulls of oxygen expanded my lungs, allowing meclarity, offering me strength to contain the sickness inside me.
Iwas in control, and no instinct or lust would dictate my actions.
The walls slid shut as I envisioned them doing so, cutting off my weakness.
The joy blinked out.
Pain ripped through my chest, and I staggered back a step.
“What did you do?” Primrose said with a gasp, both hands clutching against her heaving breasts, eyes wild with fear I could taste in the air.
“Get. Out.” I clipped my words short even as my voice shook, betraying my tenuous grip on every truth I had built my life upon.
Hurt and regret flooded through me but didn’t originate in my mind or heart. I could sense Primrose inside me as distinctly as my stubborn determination to remain sound of mind.
One sob, and her body disappeared—fuckingvanishedfrom sight—as quickly as she’d arrived, further proof I was losing my goddamned mind. My office door tore open, slammed against the wall, and the sense of her inside me slowly leaked away with every tick of the clock on the wall behind me.
