Treasured by the Dragon (Stonefire Dragons #10) - Jessie Donovan Page 0,28

and barely able to focus on kissing him as the orgasm crashed over her, sending pleasure throughout her entire body.

And just as she hovered on the edge of so much pleasure it hurt, Blake stilled, and another wave crashed over her.

She did cry out then, but Blake kept his mouth on hers, caressing her all the while.

When she finally came down and slumped against the bed, boneless, he broke the kiss and murmured, "You're about to meet my dragon now."

In the next second, she was on her stomach, her hips raised, and a huskier version of Blake's voice said, "You're mine. All mine. And now I'm going to claim you."

Damn, sex with Dawn was unlike anything Blake had ever experienced. And not just because she was interested in him for more than a chance at touching his dragon's lucky spot.

No, she tasted so bloody good, felt good, and made him want to do more than merely fuck her.

He wanted to taste her, cherish her, hold her close, and never let go.

However, as soon as he and Dawn finished their orgasms, his dragon roared, pushed to the front of his mind, and took control.

If it were normal circumstances, Blake could wrestle it back since mentally he was the slightly stronger of the two. However, his dragon was determined to claim Dawn and try to get her pregnant because she was their true mate. And if Blake tried to fight his beast to keep control over him, then the whole thing could backfire.

In other words, his dragon could keep Dawn all to himself for the entire frenzy. And there was no bloody way he was going to allow that to happen.

So he watched as his beast turned Dawn over, lifted her hips, and say, "You're mine. All mine. And now I'm going to claim you."

She arched her back, and both man and beast groaned. Their human wanted all of them and wasn't running for the hills.

His dragon entered her swiftly and pumped their hips, murmuring over and over again, "My female. Mine."

Given how his beast was usually more levelheaded, the instinctual mutterings were a bit of a surprise.

He said to his beast, Remember, she's human. Don't break her.

She can handle it. Look how she moves with me. She wants it.

Dawn moaned, and Blake wished he could hold her close and capture the sound with his mouth.

Still, it gave him the chance to watch her lovely arse as she moved, longing for the day he could hold her against him, feel that softness against his dick, and fall asleep.

It would be like heaven.

He mentally blinked. He'd turned into a bloody romantic. Who would've guessed that could ever happen?

His dragon roared and, with each thrust, said a word. "You. Are. Mine. Always."

Then his beast stilled as pleasured exploded throughout their body, his dick spending inside Dawn's core and sending her into her own orgasm.

When she'd wrung every last drop from their dick, Blake said to his beast, My turn. She needs to rest a little.

She can take more. She doesn't carry our baby yet. She must, then she'll carry our scent and keep the other males away.

Just a little rest. She needs it. Unless you want to scare her away?

His dragon finally grunted. A short one. But then we claim her again.

Deal.

His dragon receded to the back of his mind, and Blake took control again.

He leaned down to kiss Dawn's shoulder and said, "Are you okay?"

She glanced over her shoulder to meet his gaze. "More than okay. And it's strange, but I can tell you and dragon apart fairly easily."

Wanting more than sex, he sat and turned her until Dawn sat in his lap, facing him. He traced her cheek, down her neck, and lightly played with her nipple. "He's usually a bit more normal sounding. But as the frenzy wears on, he'll get more and more frantic. I hope you're prepared."

She looped her arms around his neck, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "More than prepared—I'm looking forward to it."

He snorted. "So it just took good sex to win you over to the dragon-shifter side then?"

She grinned, the sight making his heart skip a beat. "It doesn't hurt."

She tilted her head, her hair brushing her shoulder. This time, he reached up to play with the blonde strands, loving how soft they were. "And humans say dragon-shifters are bad when it comes to sex."

She leaned over and whispered dramatically, "I think it's a distraction tactic, personally. To hide some secret sex dungeon in their