Revealing the Dragons (Stonefire Dragons 2.50)

Without another word, Tristan pulled his mate close and thrust his tongue between her lips. As he stroked the inside of her hot, silky mouth, she dug her nails into his scalp. His dragon chimed in. She is willing. Take her now.

Picking her up, Mel wrapped her legs around his waist, never pausing the strokes of her tongue against his. With a growl, Tristan walked them to the living area and perched his mate on the back of the couch. He ran his hands to her thighs and gently pushed. She opened without hesitation.

She wants us. Hurry.

Even after a year of being mated, his dragon hadn’t grown any less attached to their human.

He pulled away long enough to bark, “Put your hands on my shoulders and lift your arse.”

Melanie complied. He tugged her jeans until they were off and he tossed them aside. Slowly, he rubbed his hands up her calves, paused to brush the underside of her knee, and then rubbed slow circles up the insides of her thighs. By the time he traced the edge of her panties with his forefinger, her breathing was fast and he could smell how wet she was for him.

His dragon hissed. For us. She wants both of us.

Ignoring his dragon, Tristan ran a finger through her swollen flesh and Melanie moaned. When he lightly scraped her clit, his mate whispered, “Rip off the damn panties and fuck me already.”

He tore off the black material and leaned down to place a kiss on his mate’s lips as he continued to trace her pussy lips with his forefinger. “I’m just making sure you’re nice and ready for me, because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

“We have eleven hours and fifty minutes left. Stop wasting time, Tristan. Of course I’m wet and ready for you.”

He growled, “I love you,” before thrusting a finger inside her pussy. Melanie tossed back her head and moved on his finger.

Fuck. She was already dripping down his hand.

He removed his finger and Melanie let out a sound of protest. “Stop playing with me, dragonman. I want an orgasm, and I want it now.”

The corner of his mouth ticked up. “So impatient, my little human.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Two can play dirty.”

Melanie placed her hands on her breasts and squeezed. He wanted to suck her nipples hard, but they were currently off-limits because of their soreness from breastfeeding. His mate was taunting him.

Shucking his trousers and boxer shorts, Tristan placed his hands on her inner thighs and pressed her legs wider. Then he traced her slit with the head of his cock, careful never to touch her clit. Melanie wiggled to try to get the contact she craved, but Tristan moved out of the way.

She frowned. “Fine, you’ve made your point. We’ll call it a draw if it means you’ll put your cock where it belongs.”

“Belongs?”

A year ago, Mel would’ve blushed and hesitated to reply. After a year, however, she merely brushed the outside of her pussy as she said, “Here, Tristan. Your cock belongs to me.”

The sight made him release a drop of pre-cum.

His dragon roared. Fuck her. Now.

Not needing any encouragement, he entered in one swift thrust. Mel grabbed his shoulders and moaned. “Yes, now take me hard and make me scream.”

Grabbing her hips, he positioned her a little more toward him before he moved. As he pistoned his lower body hard enough for his balls to slap against the back of her arse, he never broke eye contact. He loved watching a flush creep up his mate’s cheeks as she moaned louder.

He adjusted the angle of her hips and his mate whispered, “Yes, right there. I’m so close, Tristan.”

“Hold tight to my shoulders.”

She nodded and he moved one hand between her legs to brush her clit. Mel murmured, “Harder.”

He pressed against her hard bud and Mel dug her nails into his back. As she scraped them down to his waist, he relaxed the pressure of his finger.

Mel growled. “Keep this up, and I’m going to provoke your dragon to fuck me instead.”

His inner beast preened. See? She wants me. I will take over.