The Dragon's Bidder (Tahoe Dragon Mates 3)

Fuck, he could already tell that he'd never be bored of his mate in bed.

He'd have to test her willingness to listen to orders later.

For now, he merely clenched his abdominal muscles to hold back his orgasm as he swirled, flicked, and lightly pinched Ashley's clit. Every sound she made told him what she liked, what she craved.

His dragon roared. Stop experimenting. Give her what she likes. I want a turn. Hurry.

Since his dragon's control was close to shattering, he met Ashley's gaze as he pinched her tight bud, released, and repeated the process.

She never ceased moving her hips as she murmured, "So close, Wes. Kiss me as I come."

He managed to sit up and hold her close with one arm, never ceasing his attentions to her clit. He crushed his lips against hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, claiming it as hard as she was riding him.

She screamed into his mouth as she spasmed around his dick. Wes roared and let go, loving how she bucked even harder, his semen making her orgasm spiral higher.

When she finally slumped against him, he released her mouth and stroked her hair. He murmured, "My dragon isn't going to wait much longer, love. Can you handle him?"

"Of course. Although I may be a little boneless for a few minutes, so don't ask too much of me until my strength returns."

His beast said, That doesn't matter. She's willing, and I want her.

Before Wes could reply to Ashley, his dragon pushed to the forefront of his mind, taking control of his body. His beast gently picked Ashley up and tossed her on her stomach. As he lifted her hips and sought her pussy, Wes wished he could be the one claiming her again.

But his dragon was a part of him, and when it came to mates, they'd always share.

So he merely watched and waited until he could have her again.

Ashley had never had another orgasm start while she was still riding the previous one.

It seemed that tidbit about dragon-shifters and their true mates, and how a dragonman's semen triggered ecstasy, wasn't rumor or fantasy.

However, before she could think more on it or even tease Wes about it, she was facedown on the mattress, her hips raised in the air.

Wes's slightly deeper voiced reached her ears. She knew from when he'd let his dragon out the other day that his beast was now in charge. "You're mine. Only mine. Say it."

Knowing the dragon half needed to hear it, she replied, "I'm yours."

She felt his cock at her entrance, and in the next beat, he thrust in to the hilt.

She cried out in a mixture of pleasure with a hint of pain.

However, before she could think more about it, Wes's dragon moved their hips in time to his thrusts, and she forgot about everything but how deep he reached inside her.

Wes's beast said, "You're mine. I need to fuck you until you carry my babe. Only then will others leave my mate alone."

Since she knew he wouldn't be rational right now, she merely arched her back. "Then stop talking and get to it."

He roared and thrust harder. Something hard brushed her clit, and she moved against what had to be the talon he'd extended from his nail. "Touch me, dragon. Show me how much your mate means to you."

Since dragons didn't like to back down from a challenge, he lightly tapped the hard talon against her clit, careful to keep the sharp point from stabbing her.

With each tap and thrust, alternating to drive her mad, she gripped the sheets harder.

She was going to like being a dragon-shifter's mate.

He finally roared, and an orgasm rushed through her, pleasure making her all but blind for a second, heightened by the fact Wes's beast still thrust into her and teased her clit.

When she finally came down, an arm went around her waist, and she felt a light kiss to her shoulder. Wes's normal voice filled her ear. "Are you all right, love?"