Holly nodded. “Yes.”
With a growl, Fraser kissed her and plunged his cock into her pussy. As he wrapped her leg around his waist, he moved faster than before, each movement reaching deep inside of her. She cried out into his mouth.
Fraser pulled away and his pupils were round again. “I don’t want to hurt you, Holly.”
Smiling, she answered, “Don’t stop, Fraser. Kiss me and take me hard. I won’t break.”
With a growl, he took her lips again as he increased his pace. The bed shook, but Holly could barely concentrate on anything but the tall, muscled dragonman on top and inside her.
Fraser roared and his semen caused a wave of blinding pleasure to rush through her body. Each spasm felt as if it was going to shatter her.
She’d barely come down when Fraser pulled out, flipped her over, and raised her hips. He smacked her bum and then his cock was inside her to the hilt again.
As he guided her hips, she clutched the sheets. She was going to be sore when this was over, but Holly didn’t care. She was so sensitive that each long, deep stroke helped to create a fog of euphoria.
Then Fraser smacked her arse and the light sting made her pussy pulse. In the next second, he held her in place as he came again.
As Holly spiraled into her next orgasm, she wondered if it was possible to die from too much sex.
But then Fraser was moving again and she lost all train of thought.
Chapter Ten
Fergus MacKenzie kept his wings pressed to his back as he moved his fore and hind legs to swim toward the surface of Loch Shin. His lungs burned when his head finally cleared the water.
He drew in a few deep lungfuls of air and shook the water from his ears. The water might be bloody freezing, but the cold helped to clear his mind.
Still, it had taken Fergus all night and a wee bit of the morning to control his temper. He would no longer kill his younger brother when he saw him.
And yet, his anger toward Fraser remained. His twin was his best friend in the world. It still didn’t make any sense as to why his brother hadn’t talked with him. More than losing Holly and his last chance at finding a mate in the Highlands, Fraser’s silence had wrenched him in two.
Taking a deep breath, Fergus closed his eyes to enjoy the quiet of early morning. However, his dragon used the opportunity to speak up. Why have you not accepted it? Would you really want another male’s true mate for your own?
That’s not the point. Fraser should’ve talked with me.
Would you have done the same in his situation?
Fergus didn’t hesitate. Of course. I don’t keep secrets.
Liar.
Let me clarify—I don’t keep secrets that could hurt my family.
His beast grunted. Well, Fraser is not as careful as you. His impulses always land him in trouble. You always prevent us from having fun.
Don’t start, dragon. Someone in the MacKenzie family needs to accept their responsibilities.
I’m done arguing. You can sulk by yourself. I’m taking a nap.
As his beast faded into the back of his mind, Fergus dove back down into the depths of the loch. He knew Finn and his mother would start to worry if he didn’t return to the clan soon. But he could spare another twenty minutes of solitude before dealing with his zoo of a family.
Twirling in the water, Fergus kicked up and broke free of the surface again. This time he came up about twenty feet from the shore. Blinking the water out of his eyes, he spotted a figure in the distance.
It wasn’t unusual for people around the loch or from the village to watch him. According to a tale handed down through the centuries, a dragon had once saved their people from death and disease. To this day, they thought a dragon was good luck.
But after focusing a wee bit longer, he realized the shape was a female and she had her arms crossed over her chest. Her posture signaled she was angry.
Curious, he moved closer until he could see the frown on her face.