Page 64 of Claimed By the Sinful Dragon
“No more slaves,” I gasped.
His teeth grazed my earlobe. “Was I not clear?”
“You said…stop talking about other men,” I said in between gasps. “Your slaves are female.”
“Servants,” he growled.
“Slaves,” I retorted. “Unless you hoard wage slips as well as books?”
“You do not feel adequately compensated,Dhoca?” he asked, flashing his tongue over the hollow of my throat. I snarled in response.
“You said you didn’t fuck the others.”
“I like it when you get jealous.” His lips teased my flesh, sending a fresh wave of possessive heat through me. “I didn’t fuck the others. Your beast called to mine. I resisted. At first.”
“Good.” I pouted, and then he flicked a thumb over my clit, all but driving my objections—along with any form of coherent thought—from my mind. “That’s cheating.”
He chuckled, his lips pressed to my flesh, and my breath spiked at the vibrations. My need surged inside me, every touch sending delicious electric torment through me. I felt his eyes on me, devouring me, calling to me. I swallowed, imagining him inside me, possessing me, dominating me.
“No slaves,” he purred, moving between my legs. “So what do you propose?”
“Fuck me,” I gasped.
“Now that,” he murmured, “is the first sensible thing you’ve said all night.”
He thrust inside me and my back arched up off the bed as I stretched to accommodate his delicious thickness. He rode me until all other thoughts left my mind, until there was nothing left but him and me, this room and this bed. Us.
We fucked like we fought, matching blow for blow, touch for touch, neither willing to yield to the other as we raced toward our climax. He buried himself deep as I met his thrust and the sensation flung me over the edge into the abyss. I threw my head back and came with a scream as Rook emptied himself inside me, and we both collapsed onto the bed, spent.
*
“I am here under protest,” Rook murmured in my ear.
“I know,” I said with a bright grin. At our feet, Dean squirmed and said nothing—on account of the fact Rook had insisted on gagging him for the flight here. I crouched down, shifted one finger into a sharp claw, and cut the ropes binding his hands and feet, then plucked the gag from his mouth. I straightened to find Rook watching me with a mix of awe and lust on his face.
Well, okay, mostly lust.
“Very impressive, myDhoca,” he said.
“Thanks.” I grinned again, shifting my hand back into its human form. I’d been working hard on shifting, and partial shifting had proved to be even harder. But I was getting there, and Rook’s praise was enough to send a pink flush of pleasure across my cheeks. I caught Dean rolling his eyes in my peripheryand I scowled down at him, but Rook beat me to it, prodding him with his foot.
“Get up, pup. Summon your pack. And don’t keep me waiting, or you may find my merciful side begins to regret my earlier clemency.”
Dean stared at him, and I rolled my eyes and translated.
“Get the pack before he gets pissed off and kills you.”
Dean blinked, scrambled to his feet, and made towards the cluster of buildings.
“What did you ever see in him?” Rook asked, his eyes locked onto the gaps in the trees where he’d disappeared. It was a good question, and I still didn’t have an answer as the rest of the pack began to filter into the clearing, Dean leading them.
“Where’s your alpha, pup?” Rook demanded, scanning the gathered faces.I turned a questioning look on him, a trickle of panic stirring in my gut, because he’d promised me Landon was dead—that he’d killed him—and even though my dragon form was stronger than his wolf, every cell of my body had been conditioned to fear every cell in his, and I didn’t know that I was ready to face him. Wouldeverbe ready to face him.
“Landon’s replacement, love,” he murmured.
Right. Of course. Landon had said himself that he’d been driven out of the pack. It was just weird to think of someone else leading them.
“You’re looking at him,” Dean said, notching his chin.
