A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

A sly smile curled her lips, and she scampered across the bed, putting distance between us.

“Do you think you can run, little dragon?” I asked, prowling around the other side of the bed.

Her eyes widened as she took in my popping muscles and slow advance. Her power thrummed, but my dragon was already ripping power from our bond and hoarding it, ready to unleash.

She shook her head a little, clearly realizing we had the upper hand. Realizing I would not stop until she was forced to submit.

“Don’t I get a countdown?” she said with nervous excitement.

My laugh was low and rough. “No.”

I reached the corner of the bed and darted forward a moment before she sprang onto the mattress and attempted to scamper over it and to the door. Her magic shot out, trying to spear me and block my advance.

My dragon released his great well of power and cut through it, leaving her at the mercy of my physical strength and speed. I was on her in a moment. I curled my left hand around her ankle and managed to grab her wrist with my right. I hauled her back as she struggled, kicking out at me, her desire raging through the bond. I trapped her against my body, pinning her arms to her sides with one arm and cinching the other around her stomach. I bit her shoulder as she thrashed within my hold, and then dragged my teeth across to her neck. Magic and power thrummed through me as though we were preparing to place our mark on her for the first time.

She panted as my teeth hovered over her left shoulder, on the opposite side of my mark. Still my power pulsed, pounding higher, gathering.

I thought marking didn’t work in more than one place, I told my dragon, pushing against her, my cock trapped between our bodies. I’ve never seen it done.

I need to, my dragon thought, desperate, wanting to be in the air with her dragon and leave the human skin behind. He was driving me hard, not settling for less than what his baser needs urged of us.

Still she struggled against me, but there was no true fight in it. She gripped my thighs, and her head was thrown to the side, offering her flesh to me. She wanted what my dragon was desperately trying to give her.

I squeezed her a little tighter with a small shake.

“Submit,” I ground out.

Her words were barely audible through her pants. “Make me.”

I bent her over the bed, fisting her hair roughly again, and pressed my palm against her back to keep her there. Her body practically melted onto the soft surface, head angled back, fists grabbing the bedclothes. I grabbed the base of my cock and directed the head over her puckered asshole and then down, gliding through her glistening wetness. My knees almost gave out when I felt that wet heat, the desperation to be inside of her blotting out everything else. I resisted, though, teasing her pussy before running my cock up over her asshole again, taking the wetness with it. I’d meant it as a tease, but I didn’t get a chance to glide it back down through her folds. She pushed into me hard, her cheeks enveloping my cock.

My breath hitched and my hands fell away from her immediately, braced beside her on the bed as I watched my cock slip into her ass like an out-of-body experience. My knees wobbled, my desire pumping up exponentially.

“Fuck,” I managed, unable to help a small thrust.

She groaned, pulling a little forward and then pushing back, working me in. I watched as my shaft sank in deeper, nearly there. It was so fucking hot I couldn’t handle it, mostly because it was so unexpected.

You’ve lost control of her, my dragon thought. Her dragon wanted—

Shut up. Both of you. I’m busy.

Finley was proving there was more than one way to dominate a dragon, and I’d absolutely go quietly if this was how she chose to handle me.

Her back arched and she stalled, letting out a breath. She pulled back and pushed, not seating herself entirely.

“I need…” Her breath hitched, and I reached around her and sank two fingers into her pussy, curling them and rubbing before pulling them back out. Her groan was soft, and then she yelped as I slapped my other hand against her firm, round ass.

I pulled out a little and thrust, my pelvis meeting her flesh, working her clit while feeding her pleasure through the bond to minimize her pain.

“Oh!” she said, the sound melting into a long moan as I stroked her scales and then hooked my hands over her shoulders and pumped into her. My balls slapped against her clit, my cock gripped nice and tight.

“Fuck me, Nyfain,” she said breathily, pushing back into me.