Her beast snarled. I am just as dominant. The next round is mine.
Asher moved his hips, his long, hard cock hitting just the right spot. The sofa even moved beneath her from the force of his thrusts.
The dragonman behind her reached an arm around her and lightly brushed her clit. A few more harsh strokes and Honoria was close to coming.
Lights danced before her eyes as the world broke apart. Pleasure exploded throughout her body, both the human and dragon roaring in ecstasy. She was vaguely aware of Asher stilling and grunting out his own orgasm.
Their heavy breathing filling the air, Honoria slowly came back to her surroundings. Her dragon spoke up. No one else has ever come close. I want him again.
Asher gently pulled her up and kissed the side of her neck. He lazily ripped her top off. Her bra soon followed. Taking one of her hard nipples between thumb and forefinger, he rolled and tugged, making her want him all over again.
Her dragon snarled. Yes, yes, again. But this time, it's my turn.
With her beast taking control of her mind, she freed her arms, batted away Asher's hand, and turned. "I will claim you now."
Her beast rushed Asher and took him to the ground. Turning one of their fingernails into a talon, she put it at his throat. Taking his cock in other hand, she stroked. "Have you had a dominant female before?"
His pupils were slitted. "No."
She smiled slowly. "Good. Then this should be fun."
Her dragon lowered their body onto his cock and clenched their inner muscles. Asher groaned and tilted his head back. Her beast dug the talon deeper. "Look at me." Asher complied. "And don't stop."
Moving their hips, her dragon rode Asher hard. His gaze never wavered, not even when they both orgasmed shortly after.
And even then, it wasn’t enough for either woman or beast. It wasn’t just great sex either. There was something about Asher that affected her greatly, to the point it should set off warning bells.
However, as he took her again, Honoria forgot about everything but the male inside her.
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Hours later, Asher lay on his back on the floor, Honoria a few inches away from him. They'd both taken turns dominating the other, until exhaustion had reduced them to lying like logs on the floor.
Never had Asher thought giving up control could be as sexy as it had been with Honoria.
His dragon sniffed. It only is with the right female.
In other words, one who lets us dominate her sometimes, too.
Exactly. We're tied two-two, which means we need to schedule a rematch.
No, dragon. This is a one-time thing. We should both be more levelheaded and focused on the clan leader trials now.
If not for the trials, you'd want her again, wouldn't you?
Asher turned his head a fraction and stared at Honoria's profile. While he would never tire of her small breasts or long legs, it was her face he couldn't look away from. Much l
ike he, she had a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. There were also a few nips on her neck that were beginning to bruise. And her lovely hair was tangled, but he knew it was still soft and faintly smelled of some kind of fruit.
He'd once called her the most beautiful female in the world. That hadn't changed.
Honoria turned her head and met his gaze. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "I'm almost glad we didn't do this at sixteen. Because I suspect your teenage dragon wouldn't have let mine take control part of the time."
"Maybe not."
She snorted. "Which is dragonman talk for never."
He smiled. Honoria had a way of making him do that. "Teenage dragon-shifters are fools half the time. Anyone who spends time teaching them learns that soon enough."