Her beast fell silent again.
Arabella placed her hands on her hips, but then Finn’s eyes went to her breasts currently jutting out from her body. A slight flash of embarrassment coursed through her, but she fought against it. “She won’t interrupt us again. I hope all of this is worth it. Get on with it already.”
“With pleasure.” He looked to the trees on her side. “You may want to hang on, though. I’m pretty damn good and your legs will probably give out.”
Arabella wished she had a witty reply, but she had no idea if a male really could make her legs go wobbly. Reaching out a hand, she leaned against the tree. “I won’t fall. Now, stop stalling.”
Finn winked at her before he sat down on the ground and moved his hand between her legs. Never taking his eyes from hers, he traced the lips of her pussy. At the warm, rough touch, wetness rushed between her legs.
She wanted more, much more. Arabella had never ached for another person’s touch as much as she did in this moment. With Finn, she wasn’t afraid.
He continued to trace her opening, but never her clit. Instead, he circled around her pulsing bundle of nerves and back down to her swollen lips.
The combination of his touch and the desire in his gaze made her dragon roar, but Arabella fought it. She wanted to be in charge when she finally felt Finn’s hot tongue.
“Arabella.” He thrust a finger inside her and she moaned. “You’re mine.”
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Finn’s entire body was tense. Making Arabella yearn for his touch was part of the plan. As the scent of her arousal grew stronger, his dick fought for control of his brain, as did his dragon.
Then he plunged his finger into his female’s pussy and his beast growled. She is ours. Take her. After one orgasm, she will beg for our cock.
Someone is confident.
She is our female. I burn for her.
Slamming his dragon into the back of his mind, Finn slowly moved his fingers. At Arabella’s moans, he decided to up his game. “Is there something you need, Arabella?” He moved his finger again and she sucked in a breath. “If you’re in a hurry, I can make you come with my finger.”
“No,” she shouted.
He grinned and she immediately scowled. “You’re losing our bet, Ara. Just tell me you crave my tongue and I’ll stop my torture and make you scream.”
He saw the battle in Arabella’s eyes, the desire mixed with fire. She wanted him, but didn’t want to lose.
Removing his finger, he put it into his mouth and sucked it as he pulled it out, her taste driving his dragon crazy. Finn rather agreed with his beast; he would never grow tired of Arabella MacLeod.
Arabella’s eyes flashed to dragon slits and she cursed. “Hurry up, Finn. Fuck me with your tongue or my dragon will lose her mind.”
“Only if you ask for yourself as well.”
Her voice was barely a whispered, but Finn’s hearing was keen. “I want it, too.”
“That’s my lass.”
He turned around and scooted back until he could thread his arms between her legs. Gripping her hips, he leaned his head back and stared up. “Holy fuck, Ara. You’re perfect.”
She shifted her weight, but he tightened his grip. Her pink pussy was swollen and glistening. The fact she not only wanted him, but trusted him enough to grant access to the most vulnerable area of her body warmed his heart.
He would make this good for her.
Raising his head, he darted his tongue out for a quick taste of her arousal and groaned. Only because of his ironclad control could Finn lightly flick and tease her opening. With each taste, his dragon demanded more.
Once the tension under his hands relaxed, he thrust his tongue into Arabella’s pussy.
She moaned as he lapped and teased. She was so wet and tight. It made him glad he’d started with his tongue and not his cock.
With a slow lick, he moved from her entrance to her clit. Swirling and teasing the hard little nub, Arabella’s hands covered his. Her voice was strangled as she spoke. “Please, Finn. I’m close.”