Chapter 19
Chapter
Nineteen
DECLAN
I am never going to get enough of Brianna coming on my cock. Coming on my tongue. On my fingers.
My dragon is still pacing, scratching along my chest, trying to break free, trying to demand that I fill her with my cock, with my seed, and then claim her.
Even if I thought I could live with myself if I claimed her now, I don’t even know if it’s possible. I need my dragon fangs, and I can’t even manage the tiniest of partial shifts with these damned cuffs.
At least I can go for two out of three.
Licking her arousal off my fingers as she pants, her cheek pressed to the concrete of my bed, her ass still in the air, I can’t believe how fucking amazingly fate gifted me the perfect mate. Even if I have to be imprisoned here, there’s no doubting fate.
I quickly shuck off my pants and stroke myself, not wanting to rush. Enjoying the view of her body, flushed and needy, dripping wet, aching for my cock.
My control doesn’t last long though, as my dragon’s insistence drives me forward.
Need.
Mine.
Claim.
I hardly feel connected to the beast anymore, except when she’s here.
At least where she’s concerned, we’re of one very clear mind.
I press into her slowly, the way her pants keep her legs close together making her feel even tighter. By the gods, she is perfection, designed just for me.
Brianna shifts and wiggles her hips, trying to take me deeper, like she needs this connection as badly as I do. She looks over her shoulder at me, a pleading need in her eyes as she licks her lips. “Please…”
That one word, husky, is impossible to deny.
I slam my hips forward, groaning as my pelvis presses flush against her ass and her cunt clamps down around me. With an arm around her waist, I adjust her angle, lifting her up almost completely off her hands. I grip her breast with one hand, holding her hip steady with the other as I rut into her with an ache that hasn’t been sated since before she left for the weekend. Leaning over her, I growl into her ear, “Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”
One of Brianna’s hands covers mine on her breast, encouraging me to squeeze, to grope. I want to leave marks on her flesh. I want to bite, to bruise, to make sure anyone, human or supernatural, knows that she belongs to me, even if I can’t claim her yet.
My hips slap against hers again and again, the sounds echoing around my cell as much as her moans do. It’s like every inch of the space is being taken up with our fucking, like even the air surrounding us is joining in on my need for her. Her need for me.
“Oh, god, Declan.” She presses back against me, her head twisted to demand a kiss.
One I’m more than happy to give her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I pinch her nipple between two fingers, claiming her roughly, pouring all my need into the kiss, into every touch, every thrust.
Nothing and no one else exists at this moment but her. Her tight, wet pussy clenching around my cock. The taste of her lips, her mouth, mingling with the lingering taste of her arousal on my lips. The feel of her body pressing against mine, like the fates designed her to be everything I could’ve ever wanted, ever needed.
Her release starts just before she breaks the kiss, dropping her hands back to the bed to scream out her climax. Her body tenses, her pussy milks my cock, demanding I follow her over.
And how could I deny a demand as sweet as that?
I lean over her, kissing along her shoulder, her neck, letting my teeth graze over the spot I want to leave my mark, a spot that could only be hidden by scarves and turtlenecks.
I may not be able to bite, but that doesn’t stop me from leaving a mark, sucking on the soft flesh there as I empty into her, deep inside her pussy.
She’s mine, and no fucking vampire is going to take her from me.
Brianna rides out her climax on my cock, and I stay buried inside her as long as I can, needing not just the release, but the connection.
When I finally soften and slowly pull out, I don’t let her go far. Instead, I lay back down on my bed and pull her on top of me, grinning like a fool as she kicks off her pants, leaving them on the floor, so that we can be completely bare together.
“Declan, that was…” She sighs. “You are perfect.”
Chuckling, I run my fingers along her spine, over her ass, around her sides to just barely graze her breasts. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m just getting started with you tonight.”
She kisses my chest. “It’s a good thing you’re my mate, because I’m pretty sure you’ve completely ruined me for anyone else.” She leans up and kisses me tenderly. “I think I’m in love with you, Declan.”
My gods. Were sweeter words ever spoken? “I am yours, in every way, Brianna. You have my heart.” Never could I have expected to hear those words from someone so perfect. She soothes my dragon, makes me feel like more than a prisoner, more than a middle son, more than anything I ever imagined I could be.
She stays with me all night.
We talk, we touch, we fuck. The best part is being together.
When early morning rolls around, she reluctantly climbs off me, putting on those offensive clothes, hiding her perfect curves from me, even though I can still see the hickeys marking her neck.
I hardly stopped there. She’s got marks on her breasts, her inner thighs, her ass. My scent covers her, marking my claim almost as thoroughly as my bite would.
“Do you know when you have to fight again?” She says it softly, almost like she doesn’t want to break the spell of our night with reality.
I shake my head. There doesn’t seem to be any sort of schedule, no regularity. Hell, I hardly even bothered keeping track of the days before she came into my life.
The only thing I’ve kept any track of at all is the number of shifters I’ve had to kill, to keep my life. A number that will haunt me for the rest of my days.
“I’ll come back tonight.” She rises onto her toes, to steal another kiss. “Do you think you could try to draw out some of the runes on your cuffs for me to take to Ellie? I want to see if we can make progress on getting you out of them.”
I nod, taking the notepad and pencil. “I’ll do what I can.”
I can’t bear to tell her that the minute she walks out of that door, I’m going to have a hard time doing anything at all. She’s the only part of my life giving me something to live for. When she’s gone the dark magic bearing down on me gets worse.
Watching her leave, knowing that she’s going to go out into the world, to study, to be with friends, to be around mortal boys, sends my dragon into a spiral, until he’s in a deep pit of despair, the likes of which only her kind smile, her heart, can shake us free from.
I think it gets worse every time she comes and leaves.
It might take every breath of control that I can muster, but I really will do what I can.
The tear I see escape from her eye as she turns to leave me just makes that despair so much darker.
I know I have no right to ask this… I pause, trying to keep the emotion out of it as much as I can. Think of me whenever you can today. Share your day with me. Let me pretend I could accompany you to your classes, if only for the day.
I lay back down on my concrete bed, unsure if she heard my thoughts, or if she’ll respond at all. The magics keeping me prisoner seem to have bizarre effects, ones I can’t completely predict.
But then, I hear in my head, As much as I can, I’ll share. I miss you already, but knowing you’ll be thinking of me helps.
As if I could think of anything else.