To Tame a Dragon - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,30

shove her forward. She barely managed to raise her palms before she was pressed against the cool rock. Rough stone dug into her hands and cheek, but she did not have long to focus on that discomfort. The dragon tugged her hips back, forced her legs wide with one of his feet, and rammed his slick cock into her sex.

Elliya let out a choked cry at his abrupt entry. His cock stretched her, producing a pleasure-pain burn that flared when he bucked his hips and shoved deeper inside her.

Heat radiated from him—the heat of the fire in his chest, the heat of the comet, the heat of his fury. He set a blistering pace, viciously pumping his hips.

Whether he was driven by rage or his need for release, Elliya neither knew nor cared. The dragon was dominating her mind as thoroughly as he was her body—his scent was the only one she could smell, his body all she could feel, his snarls and ragged breaths all she could hear. He tightened his hold on her hips, and she felt the bite of every one of his claws as they pricked her flesh.

Breathy gasps escaped her, each following one of his thrusts, as ripples of pleasure spread outward from her core. The discomfort she’d felt in the beginning was gone. In this position, he touched new places inside her and pushed far deeper than before. She felt every ridge along his shaft, every little scale, stroking her inner walls. The sensation made her wetter and needier, made the pressure in her core build to mind-shattering levels.

Despite that overwhelming buildup, Elliya lingered on the edge of release. She was maddeningly close, so close that tingles coursed over her skin, her sex quivered, and her thighs trembled, growing weaker and weaker by the moment. It seemed as though the slightest nudge would send her over, would plunge her into pleasure that would consume her utterly, but release would not come.

Elliya whimpered and curled her fingers against the cave wall. Her body rocked with every thrust of the dragon’s cock. Slick ran down her thighs, and the mingled scents of sex and his spicy, smoky aroma filled her nose.

Finally, she dropped a hand and moved it between her legs, finding her pleasure nub. She circled it, strummed it, crying out as her pleasure heightened and her knees buckled.

The dragon growled and looped an arm around her middle, taking her weight onto it and lifting her to a new angle. His other hand remained on her hip, guiding her forward and slamming her backward against him repeatedly, maintaining that savage rhythm.

He leaned over her, his scales warm and solid against her back, and ran his nose through her hair. The dragon inhaled deeply, and his chest rumbled. He added new force to his thrusts as he snarled, “You are mine.”

It was all she needed to send her over.

Elliya fractured as rapture surged through her. A scream tore from her throat. The devastating wave of pleasure was almost too painful to endure, eclipsing her thoughts. Her body tensed, spasming, and her sex contracted, gripping her dragon’s cock, seeking to draw in impossibly more of him.

The dragon went rigid, his rhythm finally faltering. His shaft swelled inside her, and he roared, blasting his seed into her and producing a flare of delicious heat. It filled her womb and dripped down her thighs.

He shuddered and jerked his hips again, forcing his cock as deep inside her as he could, pumping more seed into her. Her sex squeezed harder still, milking him for every drop.

Panting, her dragon turned his face to nuzzle the side of her neck, skimming his nose and lips up and down and from her shoulder to her ear. He growled, and his shaft twitched again. Elliya felt another stream of hot seed bloom inside her. She moaned and pushed her backside against him, wanting—needing—more.

He shifted the arm around her middle to flatten his palm on her belly. His hand slid up until it covered one of her breasts. Her breath hitched as one of his claws scraped her nipple, sending a jolt straight to her core. The dragon paused for a moment before circling the tight bud with his finger. Elliya hummed contently, arching into his touch.

An appreciative rumble rolled through his chest. He kneaded her flesh, his hand strong, rough, and delightfully warm. His tongue flicked out, brushing along her jaw to the tender place beneath her ear before he lifted his head away.