Page 63 of Dragon My Crazy

I was still in my half-dragon form. My cock was ridged and ready. I growled, my hands sliding under her thighs. “Wrap around me.”

She did, and I carried her to the nest. The sheets were cool against my skin, but her touch was fire, awakening the most primal parts of me. I traced the curves of her body, the dip of herwaist, the swell of her breasts. Her lips parted, and the scent of her desire bloomed.

“You’re mine, Elana. Every inch of you. Forever and ever.”

Her fingers tangled in my hair. “Only if you’re mine too.”

“Always, my treasure.”

My hands slid under her top—my top actually, since hers was burnt to a crisp—pushing it up and over her head. Her skin was warm and soft, and I savored her as I kissed my way down her neck.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants—again, my shorts really—pulling them down slowly. She lifted her hips, helping me, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, my hands skimming over her thighs, her hips, her stomach.

She reached for me, her fingers fumbling with the fastener of my pants. I helped her, shoving them down. My cock sprang out between us, and she reached for it. I groaned, my hips jerking forward as she wrapped her fingers around me.

She licked her lips and she grew more confident, stroking me up and down, her fingers passing over each and every ridge. But it was when she got on her knees on the bed and bent her head to lick the very tip, that I fucking lost it.

“Fuck, Elana.” I slid my hands into her hair. “You’re playing with fire.”

Her only response was to hum, her lips around my cock.

Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside before she took me deeper. The wet heat of her mouth was maddening. Every slow, sensual drag of her tongue pulled a groan from my chest. My fingers tightened in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked, her free hand cupping my balls with just the right pressure. My pulse was roaring in my ears, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck!” My words were barely more than a growl. “So good. Such a fucking good girl.”

I couldn’t wait any longer. Not when her skin was flushed, her lips swollen, and the air filled with the essence of her need. Fuck waiting. I needed to be inside her now.

With a snarl, I pulled her off me, ignoring her whimper of protest as I lifted her and tossed her on the bouncy mattress.

Chapter 29

Elana

Ilayinthenest as Emmett crawled over my body, caging me. His wings were open and draped over us, casting us in shadow. I’d never felt more turned on in my entire life. I needed him. And I needed him now.

His hands were everywhere, skimming over my hips, thighs, and breasts, and his mouth followed with a series of licks, nibbles, and kisses. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body aching for more.

“Emmett, please—”

“Patience,” he chuckled, his ridged cock pressing against me.

I whimpered, frustrated at the teasing. I lifted my hips, trying to rub up against him. “Fuck patience.”

He growled and swore. And it was as if he finally snapped. I lined us up and he thrust inside. His cock was massive, and I whimpered as each thick ridge of his cock stretched me, filling me fuller than I thought possible. Pleasure and pain blended into one, and I cried out, my nails raking down his back, my legs locking around his waist.

He moved slowly at first, each thrust deliberate. Each and every ridge on his perfect cock just hit that right spot inside me, like he’d been made for me and me alone.

“Faster,” I gasped.

“So greedy, my treasure.”

His breath fanned across my temple as he picked up the pace, his hips grinding hard against mine. The nest was shaped perfectly to cradle us, and there was nowhere to hide as my pleasure built.

Every pass had electricity zinging through my body. The sounds were obscene, raw, primal, and wet. I imagined how it would look as he disappeared into me.

I was hovering at the edge when he reached his hand between us, finding my clit. There was no teasing, or searching, justimmediate, purposeful circles around my sensitive bud. Round and round, in time with his thrusts.