When he slipped a finger into her pussy, she gripped his digit so tightly he nearly lost his mind. All he wanted to do was pound in the wet, warm center of her until she cried out his name.
But somehow, he managed to hold back, smile at her words, and say, "Patience isn't necessarily a bad thing, Cat."
She growled, and he laughed before taking her lips again as he continued to tease her opening with light thrusts, needing her to be as desperate as he was, with his cock already hard as granite.
As she moved on his finger, he walked them back toward the bed. When they reached it, he broke the kiss, took his hand away from her cunt, and stepped back.
She cried out, but he chuckled as he quickly took off his trousers and boxers. "I don't know if dragons have spearlike cocks that can cut through fabric, but I don't."
She opened her mouth to say something, but he didn't wait, taking her lips as he quickly guided her back on the bed.
The second he lay on her, every inch of her front against his, he growled and took the kiss deeper, licking, stroking, needing to taste more of her.
He'd never get enough.
Not wanting to think of how she could be his next addiction, he pushed her thighs apart and ground his cock against her, moaning as her heat and wetness moved against his flesh. She cried out into his mouth as he rubbed his cock faster against her clit, but he didn't stop kissing her.
Then he felt her nails in his arse, pressing forward. And as much as he wanted to take his time, kiss down her body, and worship her sweet pussy with his mouth until she shouted his name, he didn't want to risk her dragon.
The first time, he wanted Cat all to himself.
So he slowed the kiss until he could pull away. He positioned his cock and murmured, "Ready?"
She stroked some of his hair behind his ear. "If that's not obvious by now, then I worry about your observation skills."
"Little minx," he muttered as he slightly pushed into her. Cat sucked in a breath, and he stopped.
She shook her head. "No, don't stop. You're so big and hard, and I want more." She dug her nails into his arse harder. "Much more."
Bloody hell, she was like a sex fantasy come to life.
Lachlan wanted to slam into her, but he moved a little more forward and then pulled until he was almost out. She frowned. "You're too slow."
He took her lips in a kiss as he slowly deepened his thrusts, doing his best to not spill like a green teenager. "You're so fucking tight, Cat. I have to go slow right now, or I'll lose my mind."
She smiled slowly, approval flashing in her eyes at his words. "Coming as many times as possible is rather the point to a frenzy." She arched her hips until he was inside her to the hilt.
The feel of her hot, wet pussy all around him, gripping him, hell, possessing him, was almost too much. To distract her and give him a minute, he moved a hand to her clit and flicked it with his fingernail. Cat jumped a little. "Do that again."
He did, kissing her as he did so, loving how her tongue didn't hesitate to meet him stroke for stroke.
Once he wasn't about to explode, he broke the kiss and met her gaze. At the lust there, he decided to hell with restraint. He growled, "Now, let's see if I have a little dragon in me too."
He lifted her hips a little so she was at an angle, put a pillow underneath, and then began to move.
Each thrust was harder than the last, making her squirm to meet him, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room, making his cock even harder.
But feeling the grip of her wet pussy wasn't enough. He needed to taste more of her. Leaning down, he drew one of her nipples into his mouth, loving how she seemed to grow even wetter when he bit her lightly.
A need coursed through him, primal and demanding. Almost as if he didn't claim her now, he'd lose her.
And he'd be damned if that happened.
He released her nipple to hold her in place as he pistoned his hips, loving how she cried out each time he slammed in.
Over and over he thrust, trying to reach deeper, harder, until he knew he was close. The pressure at the base of his spine was near breaking point, so he moved a hand to her clit and rubbed hard in fast circles. Cat cried out and then stilled, her pussy milking his dick in quick spasms, coating his dick with her honey.
With a growl, he let go, joining her in pure bliss, as he released and shot his hot seed into her, each jet marking her as his and no one else's.
When she'd wrung every last drop from him, he collapsed on top of her, his legs moving behind him.
But barely a second passed since he laid his head against her shoulder before he found himself on his back, Cat looming over him with slitted pupils.
Her voice was slightly deeper as she said, "Now, you're mine. All mine."
And Lachlan knew Cat's dragon was in charge.
Cat had known since she was thirteen how mate-claim frenzies worked, but as soon as her dragon pushed to the forefront of her mind, she wished she had the strength to tell her beast to wait a minute so she could enjoy some post-orgasmic bliss with Lachlan half laying on her chest.
However, her dragon didn't care about romantic notions or silly "human moments," as her beast often called them. He was their true mate, he would give them a child, and there was no time to waste.
Which was why her dragon now had Lachlan on his back, straddling him, his cock in hand.
She tried to reason with her beast. He's human, dragon. He needs more time to recover.
I'll just stroke him until he's hard again. Then I want him. It's my turn. He's ours. I need him.
Her dragon did exactly as planned, gripping Lachlan's cock and stroking him repeatedly as she said, "Hurry. Mine. I want you, need to fuck you. Many times over. I want a child."
She half expected Lachlan to blink in confusion, or frown, or even to look afraid.
But he merely groaned and then murmured firmly, "You can have me, but I want Cat too."
Lachlan was standing up to her dragon. Cat didn't know whether she should be pleased or annoyed.
A challenged dragon only became more obstinate.
Her dragon growled, "You're too slow with her. I should keep you to myself, riding your dick until you give me what I want."
Cat noticed Lachlan suppress a moan when her beast squeezed the base of his dick, but somehow the male found the strength to reply, "No, that's not going to happen. You share her. Understand?"
Her beast paused at the dominance in Lachlan's voice. If Cat had been in charge, she would've blinked.
It seemed their human could act a wee bit like a dragon-shifter when he wished.
Her dragon never stopped stroking Lachlan's cock and then started to fondle his balls.
She could see him trying not to moan, which made her want to smile.
Her dragon growled, "You promise to fuck quickly, and I share."
Way to bring out the romance, she mentally drawled.
Of course her dragon ignored her.
Lachlan's cock started to harden again, and it was only a matter of seconds before her dragon would ride him.
But he put a hand on her wrist. "You want my seed? Then you share her, end of story."
Her dragon hissed, "For a human, you're either very brave or very stupid."
Cat mentally laughed. Her dragon had expected Lachlan to do her every bidding.