Marked and Claimed

As if his dragon clamored him from the inside to make love to his mate, Brishor straddled her and caged her throat. He leaned down to kiss her ear, her cheeks, her nose and then her lips. She trembled in his grasp. Slowly, he slipped his finger inside her slick core, as Chezzal watched his mates. 

“Brishor!” She screamed as pleasure ripped her body. He wedged another finger inside her and he thrust them wildly. Faster. Deeper. The way his muscles bulged when he looked at her while thrusting his fingers inside her, made him look alluring. Earlier as a human, she would take time to come, but now, as an immortal… her orgasm was like a hundred lightning strikes. She screamed as she came around his fingers. Her breaths became shallow as she came for a long time. As soon as Brishor took his fingers out, she cried with the want of it. 

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