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Melanie’s heart pounded in her chest as she asked Tristan to fuck her. While she’d been turned on during their weeklong marathon of sex, this time, she felt more. This time, she wasn’t giving in to prevent the dragonman from harming her or the clan. No, right now, she desperately needed to feel Tristan’s hands on her skin to soothe the ache coursing through her body.
But it wasn’t just her skin. She also was wet and swollen for him, her clit pulsing and throbbing for attention. It felt like if she didn’t have his cock inside her, and soon, she would die.
Tristan glanced around them, took her hand, and said, “Follow me.”
She blinked as he half-dragged her along, heading for the nearby patch of trees at the foot of the closest hill-mountain. He pushed through the mini-forest, careful to hold the branches out of the way so that she wouldn’t get scratched. The act softened her heart a little. Even when aroused and no doubt battling his dragon for control, Tristan MacLeod was looking after her.
And she liked it.
A few seconds later, they broke into a small clearing and she gasped. Since it was early summer, everything from the grass to the low foliage was a bright shade of green. There was also a little creek bubbling in the distance, lined with what she thought were flowers. The trees made an almost perfect oval shape around the clearing, shading them from all angles but above.
With the hill-mountain rising up behind the trees, it was breathtaking.
When Tristan removed his shirt, she couldn’t focus on anything but the corded muscles of his chest, his abs, and his arms as well as his very thick and enticing tattoo. She definitely wanted the chance to trace it with her tongue.
Untying his boots and sliding them off, he moved to undo his jeans. The next second the jeans were on the ground, and since he was commando, he was now very naked and, glancing down at his thick cock curled against his belly, very aroused.
For her.
She wanted to reach out and stroke all the hard, thick inches of his dick, but then Tristan turned around and bent over. She barely noticed him arranging his clothes on the ground. She was far too distracted by his round, sculpted, and very bite-able ass. After he’d soothed the ache pounding between her legs, she was definitely going to nibble every inch of that fine posterior.
Tristan stood up, turned around, and she drew in a breath at the heat in his still very human eyes. “As much as I like your eyes on me, little human, I think it’s time for you to put your gorgeous curves on display for me to admire.”
He stalked toward her, and within a few strides, stood directly in front of her. “Either take off your clothes or I’m going to rip them off. It’s your choice.”
Wetness rushed between her legs at the thought of Tristan wanting her so badly that he’d rip off her clothes just so he could fuck her.
But she’d let him do that at a later date. They still had to make it back to the main living community and it wasn’t as if she carried around a spare set of clothes in case of lust-related emergencies.
Never taking her eyes from his, she reached down to the button of her jeans, undid it, and then unzipped them. She wished she could just let them fall and be all dramatic, but instead she broke eye contact to shimmy out of them. When she finally had them off, she realized her head was level with Tristan’s cock.
The tip glistened in the sun and she leaned over to taste him, but Tristan fisted her hair and tugged gently. With one last look at his huge cock, she reluctantly stood up and looked him in the eyes again. Her disappointment must’ve shown on her face because he said, “Later, little human. Right now, the instant I thrust into your mouth, I’d come. I want to taste you first.”
Her lips parted. If she’d been wet before, she was drenched now.
Reaching over, Tristan traced the sensitive skin of her belly just above her panties. His touch was rough, warm, and possessive; each stroke sent a little shiver through her body.
Tristan stilled his fingers, grabbed the hem of her stretchy shirt and pulled it up over her head. His gaze caressed her breasts, the curve of her belly, and her full hips before looking back into her eyes. “Take off the rest.”
While his eyes were still human, his voice was deep and husky. The fact that her semi-naked body could do that to him sent a rush of happiness and power through her body.
After sliding down her bra straps, she reached behind and unhooked the band. As her bra fell to the ground, she let out a sigh of relief. She felt free.
But then Tristan reached out and pinched both of her nipples and she forgot everything else as she cried out, “Tristan.”