Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(29)

“Mine…” George growled against her ear, but his body fired with a fever that wouldn’t be ignored.

Now he was ravenous for more.

Now he was hungry, desperate for his own needs and desires…

He wrenched his hips back and pulled his cock from inside of her. He lifted and turned her onto her hands and knees upon the floor.

His large hands slapped down against her curvy hips and his fingers pressed in against the flesh…

With one deep thrust he was buried to the hilt within her – a hearty growl rumbled within his chest as his hips started to batter her backside.

The sound of skin slapping skin was almost as spellbinding as his grunts and her gasps and the sweet moans that caught in her throat as he took her right back up again…

His balls ached with need … His cock was practically begging for mercy as he took her to the hilt with every thrust…

He needed release.

He searched and she answered…

Another orgasm tore through her body and her inner muscles clamped and released hard around his cock, suckling his seed from his balls, as his head strained back on his neck and his thrusts became more erratic…

He grunted, over and over, as he felt that climax building, and then it burst through his body like a wildfire – waves after wave of heated pleasure tearing through him…

A howl tore through his chest and up into his throat – by the time it escaped his lips everything inside the small cabin was shaking like an earthquake…

He couldn’t breathe … he couldn’t think … joined together they rode the waves of pleasure, until they collapsed, spent against the floorboards…

George wrapped his body around hers. He pulled her as he close to him as he could get her.

Mine…

My mate.

My love.

Mine…

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“We need to talk about the castle…” Vicky said as Connor walked up beside her and surveyed the charred outside of the building.

He knew it had been coming, but over the days since the battle had raged, there had been other considerations to think about; like making sure that the magic was working for the alpha and the dragon shifter, and making certain that they were all safe.

Now she was getting antsy.

The castle had stood for hundreds of years, and he was damn sure a little dragon fire wasn’t about to finish it off, but still, it would need repairs.

“You mean your castle?” Connor said as he folded his arms across his chest and looked thoroughly pleased with himself.

“Our damaged castle…” Vicky said, not turning to meet his eyes.

“And I’m sure you’ll deal with it appropriately, no?”

“Connor…” Her tone was a warning, but when did that ever stop him from having fun at his mate’s expense.

“But, honey, it’s your castle, or so I’ve been told, repeatedly, and by you…” Connor gave a small shake of his head as she turned her whole body towards him.

Then her hands went to her hips and he wondered if he should bend at the waste and at least try to kiss his backside goodbye.

“Do not start with the semantics of the…”

“Semantics, is it?” Connor’s eyes flashed with amusement.

“You’re being a …”

“Oh, do tell…” He already knew what she was thinking, and he hadn’t even needed to read her mind to do it.

“Can I get the chance?”

“Of course, love. Have at it…”

“I’ll have at something in a minute if you keep…”

“Promises – promises…” He felt the hard sting of her magic and groaned inwardly.

“Now, let’s be reasonable…” she started and he frowned.

“And if I’m not? Will you zap me again…?” There was a devilment within his eyes that she loved…

“I’ll zap you again if you fix the castle…”

“What an incentive…” he chuckled.

“I’ll be really – really – really nice to you…”

“No, don’t do that – I might die of a heart attack…”

“If only!” She snapped back.

“Oh, temper – temper, and I thought I wore the fangs around here…”

“Butthead…”

“Shrew…”

“Go …” she tossed up a hand, chewing on her annoyance, and not able to find the words to truly express herself…

“Senility setting in already, love?”

“Bite me!”

“With relish!”

“Fix the castle!”

“Not a chance!”

“I hate you. I loathe you…”

“I love you. I worship you…”

“You do?” She grinned, all girlie like, and he had his reservations…

“I do…”

“Then fix the bloody castle or buy me a new one!” She turned on her heels and stalked away from him – just as Roloko was coming up towards them from the other direction…

“Sorry about…” Roloko said, and she scowled at him…