“You can try,” she hissed. “My human always goes easy on you. I won’t.”
With a snarl, dragon-possessed Grant charged at her. The move seemed odd since only a novice would make that mistake. However, he changed course and picked up one of the blankets that had made it to the floor. Faye stepped back, but Grant charged and tossed the material over her head. She extended her talons to slice it, but a set of strong arms held her in place.
Grant chuckled. “You’re mine.”
Faye’s dragon hated defeat more than anything in the world. She would get free. She just had to find an opening. There was always an opening.
Grant pushed her forward until her legs hit the side of the bed. Yes. If she pretended to want it, he’d let down his guard.
She allowed him to push her down on the bed. Her front half was on the mattress while she kneeled on the floor.
One second passed and then another. She kept waiting for him to try to take her. That would be her time to act.
She grew impatient. However, a hole was sliced in the top of the blanket and she could see again. Angling her head, she met Grant’s eyes. His voice was full of dominance when he said, “Are you ready to yield? I won. You are mine. I earned the right.”
Faye spoke inside their mind. He’s worthy. He’s proved he can handle you.
Not yet. I can still get free.
Faye merely sighed and waited to see what the two dragons would do. If nothing else, this was a mating frenzy story for the ages.
Her dragon continued to cut away at the material near their hands. The rustling sound behind them piqued Faye’s curiosity. What the bloody hell was Grant doing?
Her beast had almost shredded the material enough to free their hands when a ripping sound filled the room. The next instant, a strong hand pinned her wrists together before slapping cool metal around one and then the other.
Her dragon roared. “That’s cheating.”
“No. It’s called being prepared.”
She tried to kick behind her, but Grant’s bare feet held her ankles in place against the floor.
She hissed. “I will still win. You are weak. You can never best me.”
Grant’s breath was hot against her neck. “You’re a sore loser.”
He nipped her and lightly slapped her arse. Her dragon’s struggles lessened a fraction and Grant added, “You are my mate and I’m going to claim you. Tell me I’ve earned the right.”
Her dragon tried to break the handcuffs, but they had to be a set strong enough for a dragon-shifter. Grant’s feet never budged either.
When Grant gathered her hair and lightly tugged her head back, her dragon hummed inside their mind.
Maybe, just maybe, her dragon was finally ready.
Grant spoke again. “I won’t fuck you until you tell me I’m your true mate.” He lightly tugged her hair again. “Yield to me.”
Faye figuratively held her breath. Her beast was a stubborn one. She might never admit defeat.
“You are not as weak as I thought.” She finally wiggled her bottom. “I yield this time.”
Rather than think of dragon’s use of “this time,” Faye cheered. See? I told you he could handle you.
Perhaps. Now, shut it.
Grant tore away the rest of the blanket before running his cock up and down her folds. She raised her hips and hissed, “Take me before I change my mind.”
Without hesitation, he thrust inside her. “Mine. I’ll prove it to you over and over again until you carry my young. No others will have you.”
“Stop talking,” she growled.