Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
DECLAN
F uck, what is this woman doing to me? To my dragon?
The more I taste her, the more I crave her, need her more than just a visitor, a breath of fresh air against my own doom, more than I need to escape here, I need her.
As her lips press against mine, and her nails bite into my chest, I lose all ability to be gentle, to take it slow. My hands grope her ass as I pull her in as close as I can get her, my mouth brutal against her soft lips, tasting every bit of her, nipping at her lip, sucking on her tongue. I’m not asking anymore, I’m taking.
It’s like my dragon wants to devour her, to not just claim her, but to make her part of me, to make sure she can never leave me again.
I can’t control myself, can’t stop the way my fingertips dig into her soft flesh, the way I grind my dick against the hot nexus between her thighs.
And she’s not doing anything to stop me.
Hell, the way her hand grips the back of my hair, tugging at it, and the way her hips rock against mine, she needs this, wants this as badly as I do.
It’s not enough, though. Not nearly enough.
My hands slide up, under her shirt, and around to her breasts.
Fuck, she’s not wearing a bra.
She’s completely bare under this tank top, and it would be so easy to just rip the thing into pieces. Let me suck on her taut nipples.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, possibly the only rational thought I have left, I remember that she has to be able to walk out of this cell later, and I won’t have another man seeing what’s mine.
Mine.
That word echoes in my head again and again, my dragon certain of the fact as much as I’m certain I need air to breathe.
Brianna gasps as I pinch her nipple between two fingers, and I break the kiss to move my mouth down to her chest.
I don’t dare take off her shirt, not until she tells me it’s okay, but that doesn’t stop me from finding the point and closing my mouth around it. Scraping my teeth over it as I squeeze her other breast.
“Declan,” she half whispers, half groans my name, and it sends a jolt straight to my cock.
If she keeps grinding against me like this, I’m liable to ruin the only pair of pants I have with my release.
“I want to taste you.” It’s half a plea, half a command. For the first time in a long time, it feels like my dragon and I are one, even though we’re still separated.
She groans as I continue to toy with her nipples, arching into my hand, into my mouth. Her hands slip from my shoulders, and I can almost feel her trembling as her fingers grip the bottom of her tank top and pull it up.
Over her head.
She throws it onto the cold, dirty concrete floor, and one fleeting thought that she shouldn’t be somewhere so dingy crosses my mind, before her hand guides my head, my mouth, back to her breast.
I flick my tongue over her nipple, reveling in the raspy moan expelling from her lips, before I let one hand slide down her stomach.
To the waistband of her pants.
Would she forego undergarments here too?
Fuck, I want to find out.
Her hips still, and I grudgingly pull away to look at her. To check in.
“Are you okay?”
She nods, her hair a mess, her lips plump and rosy. Her nipple and breast reddened from where my beard has rubbed against her. “I just need a minute to catch my breath.”
I pull my hand away from where I happily would’ve plundered, trying to maintain what little control I have left.
For her.
Mate.
There’s that word again. Spoken with more confidence than anything else I’ve been able to get from my dragon when I’m alone. When we’re not facing down some foe.
Brianna is far from a foe, though.
She might just be perfection itself, and now that I’ve had a taste, I want all of her.
I want her to come on my tongue. On my cock. I want to make her scream, not just whimper little gasps of need.
“Do you want to stop?” I hate the words even before they’re out of my mouth, but I know I can’t push her too far too fast. I don’t want to push her either. I want everything to be as perfect as it can be, even in this dank, dark dungeon I live in.
She shakes her head. “Not at all. I just…needed to remember how to breathe.” She kisses me, her tongue just barely brushing over my lips before she pulls away.
The tease.
“And now?”
She grabs my wrist and brings my hand back to where it was, pressing my palm flat over her stomach. “I think you were about to do something right around here.”
I grin with a hint of mischievousness, holding her gaze in mine, as I shift so that my fingertips slide under the waistband of her yoga pants.
Again, the overwhelming urge to rip her clothes clean off her body comes into my mind, but I resist the urge, the torment of not seeing her splayed naked for me and continue on the journey before me.
I may demand she brings a change of clothes for the next time, though, just so I can tear them clean off her.
Next time? I’m already getting far too ahead of myself.
Despite my dragon’s insistence that we take her, that we claim her, mark her, mate her, I take my time, trying to memorize what she feels like.
What faces she makes as I work my way closer to her core.
Before I make it though, my fingers touch lace.
Fuck, I want to see her. Not just feel my way to her core. I want her naked. Writhing for me.
I want her so fucking wet, so fucking needy, that everyone in the house hears her screams when she comes.
My dragon wants to prove to the wolf and the bear that she’s mine.
“Need you. Naked.” I can’t even string together a full sentence, can’t think about anything other than getting her bare, tasting her. Making her scream.
Brianna bites her lower lip as she carefully stands up, off my lap, and I watch as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her pants.
She smiles at me, almost coyly, and pushes the fabric over her curvy hips.
The triangle of black lace that covers her hardly hides anything, and with one less barrier between me and her wet, tempting heat, I’m lightheaded with arousal and desire.
This is no longer a want, no longer the ability to take my time.
I need her. I crave her. I’m going to fucking have her.
My dragon won’t give in until we have her.
Reaching out, I grab her and pull her in close again, sliding my hands over her ass to hoist her up.
She’s so easy to lift, so easy to bring right to where I want her.
Brianna’s hands come down to my hair as I pull one of her legs over my shoulder, kissing along her inner thigh, right up to where she’s wet. Where she needs me as much as I need her.
It takes next to nothing to pop the elastic holding her underwear in place, so that the black lace slips free and exposes the juncture of her thighs.
Without a word, I pull her in even closer, burying my face in her cunt and taking a long, hungry lick right up her slit.
Fuck. Mine.
Just this first taste, this one lick, makes me think there’s no way I’ll be able to ever sate my hunger for anything but her ever again. There’s no way I can just have her this one time.
Brianna’s nails dig into my scalp, and her hips rock into my mouth.
Covering each of her ass cheeks with my hands, I hold her against me, licking and sucking like a man possessed.
Hell, I basically am. My dragon’s aching to do more, to take every inch of her body for our own, to mark her.
“Declan.” She whispers my name like it’s a prayer on her lips, her hands gripping my hair tight, and every pass of my tongue over her cunt, over her clit, makes her legs shake.
I won’t let her fall, though. I won’t let anything bad happen to her, even for a second.
Instead, I thrust my tongue up into her tight channel, holding her so close I feel like I could suffocate in her scent, in her taste. In the apex of her thighs.
Brianna gets wetter and wetter, rocking into my mouth, clinging to my hair as the thigh around my shoulder presses against my ear, making me feel like nothing else exists. Nothing but her.
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I feel like everything is calm. Like my dragon is at peace. Like I’m not alone.
I don’t need my heartstone to know that Brianna, the daughter of my fucking captor, is my mate.
Nothing else could take away all the stress, all the insanity that’s been tormenting me since the first day these shackles wrapped around my wrists.
“Oh, Declan, I’m gonna…” She pants, rocking her hips harder, faster. “Fuck.” The whispered swear word makes her sexy as hell, makes this chance to taste her climax even sexier.
When she finally lets go, when her cunt tightens around my tongue, I can’t fight the groan that escapes my throat.
A guttural sound, a primal sound. A she’s-all-mine sound.
And I’m not nearly done with her tonight.
I let her ride my tongue, ride my face, until her body relaxes, and she slumps forward, her thigh heavy on my shoulder again. Kissing along her inner thigh, I slowly pull away to lower her down onto my lap again, keeping her close, supporting her as she pants in my arms.
“Good God, Declan.” She presses her forehead to mine, a deliciously satisfied grin on her face. “I had no idea it could be like that. ”
Chuckling, I nuzzle into her neck as I run my fingers up and down her bare back, tracing her spine with my touch. “If I had my way, that would just be the beginning.”
“Oh yeah?” She gives me a flirty smile making my cock twitch. Her eyes are full of mischief, full of playfulness. Full of lust. “What else would you do?”
There’s no way she could be unaware of the bulge in my pants, my cock straining against the fabric. Especially not as she rocks her hips against mine in a demanding motion.
“Gods, Brianna, if you keep rocking against me like that, I’m going to ruin these pants.” I groan the words out, aching to do more, to fill her, to take her hard and fast.
Even if I’m trying to keep myself and my dragon in check, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold back my baser needs. Not with her like this, all pliable and naked in my arms.
“You could…” she drags her teeth over her lower lip, “take them off.” She runs her hands down my chest, reaching for the button fly. “We could both find release tonight.”