About a Dragon (Dragon Kin #2)(50)

Unwilling to wait a moment more, Briec placed her on the rocky ledge. She watched him quietly as he pulled himself out of the water. Grabbing her hand, he leaned back against the ground, positioning her until she was over him.

“Ride me, little witch.”

Without an argument—for once—she straddled his hips. Grasping his already hard cock, she stroked it a few times. Briec arched into her hand. “What are you doing?” he choked out.

“I like how it feels in my hand,” she replied. “I like how it’s soft and hard all at the same time.”

“Is that all you like about it?”

Shyly, she shook her head. “I like how it feels when it’s inside me.”

“Then put it inside you, little witch. Don’t torture me.”

“Not even a little?” she asked.

“Later. Not now. My patience wanes.”

“Fair enough.” She lifted her hips, placing the tip of his c**k against her pu**y. Her juices already ran down her thighs, betraying exactly how wet she was for him. How ready.

Slowly, so damn slowly, she impaled herself with his cock. While her body stretched to accommodate him, she moaned and gasped. When she’d finally taken all of his c**k inside her, she looked down at him.

“You feel good.”

He groaned. “You’re killing me, little witch.”

“I don’t mean to.”

“Yes. You do.” But he didn’t care. He wanted…no…he needed her to move. “Fuck me, sweet Talaith.”

She grinned and he didn’t like it one bit. “Say please.”

Evil wench! “No.”

“Fine. Don’t say it.” She clenched her pu**y—once.

“You evil cow.”

“That didn’t sound like please to me.”

“Fine.” He glared at her. “Please.”

She stared at him and he snapped, “What?”

“Well, the way you were acting about saying that word, I thought you might burst into flame.”

“Talaith…”

“Calm down, O’ Scaly One.” She leaned over, her hands resting on his shoulders.

“Tell me if this feels good.” Her husky whisper had him arching into her before she even started the first stroke.

Her hips rose and fell, the walls of her pu**y clenching tight on each upstroke. She was milking him, pushing him to come.

She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue sliding inside his mouth.

Gods, she did feel good. All of her. Briec was relieved she did like his cave, because she wasn’t going anywhere. She wasn’t leaving. Not now.

She dragged her mouth away from his and gasped, “Come for me, Lord Arrogance. I want to feel you come inside me.”

Briec grabbed Talaith’s hips and drove himself up into her, holding her steady for his pounding thrusts.

She panted and writhed on top of him, saying his name over and over. When he felt the walls of her pu**y spasm around his cock, he let go and his whole body arched up as he came.

Finally, Talaith collapsed on top of him. Her entire body limp, her pu**y still throbbing in time to her heartbeats.

He pulled her wet hair off her face. “You all right?”

She patted his forehead, which he found annoying. “Don’t ask me stupid questions, Briec.”

“As you wish, little witch.” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him.

They stayed like that, in comfortable silence, until she said, “Why haven’t you gone down yet?”

“I don’t know. You’ll have to ask him yourself.”

She sat up enough to look him in the eye. “I am not talking to your…your…”

“Mighty throbbing manhood?”

“Briec.”

“That which brings you much delirious pleasure?”

“Briec.”

“That which makes you whole?”

“Stop it, dragon. You’re making me physically ill.”

He cupped her face between his hands. “You like it here enough to stay? Yes?”

She stared at him with wide eyes.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Usually you’d say something like that as a statement. But that sounded suspiciously like a question. Are you asking me something?”

He reached down and swatted her bare ass with the palm of his hand.

“Ow!”

“Be nice, woman. I’m not used to this.”

She rubbed her ass and glared at him. “Do that again and you’ll lose that which you believe makes me whole.”

Briec grinned. “Should I kiss it and make it feel better?”

“No. Just keep that face of yours where I can see it. Cheeky bastard.”

“Such a way with words, little witch. I can’t believe the men haven’t flocked to you.”

Her eyes narrowed, but she couldn’t hide her grin. “And you with your humble, caring nature. A line of females should be forming outside your cave door as we speak.”

“Is this your way of saying no one will put up with us?”

“My husband tried to have me burned at the stake and you brutalize your brothers on an hourly basis, which makes them not want to be too close to you for very long. What does that tell you, Briec the Arrogant?”