Page 41 of The Monster's Mate

Our tail.

Whatever.

It’s weird as fuck to have access to it in humanoid form.

Charity squeaks and grabs on to my hips. “Oh my God, Bane. Way to shove my facerightin your dick.” Her warm breath fans over my shaft, making it jump and thicken. “I mean, not that I’m complaining. Holy crap, it’s even bigger than I realized.”

Fuck me.

She’s cute as hell.

The dragon doesn’t acknowledge her words. He’s completely in control of my body.

It’s frustrating.

The last thing I want to do is taste two other guys’ cum, but my beast is dead set on removing their scents from her. He doesn’t care what he has to do to accomplish it.

My wings flap, flying us higher.

This way, we don’t have to worry about weaving between the trees.

One arm stays wrapped around her back, holding her to my front, while the other moves to her ass as her legs bounce like she’s not sure what to do with them.

Luckily, using the dragon’s extremely long tongue allows me tomostlysee where I’m going over the globes of her ass. My clawed hand lands on her ass, spreading her pussy apart, so our tongue can tease over her soaked cunt.

Charity’s nails dig into my pelvis.

“You’re not going to drop me, right?” she asks breathlessly.

“Never,” I hiss.

It might be my mouth, but my tongue is fully in dragon form as it buries deep in her pussy.

The naughty little vixen pushes herself away from my front enough that she can pull my crown to her lips.

I wish she was completely nude, so I could feel every inch of her soft flesh pushing against mine.

All thoughts swiftly disappear with the way her tongue circles my tip.

My eyes gleam yellowy-green, and it lights Charity’s skin with a light greenish glow. Her mouth works farther down my cock while my dragon tongues her tight core. She wiggles against my front, like I hit some place inside her that she enjoys.

I quite like the thought of that. Every part of my being aches to please her.

I need to prove that I can meet all her needs, so she never tries to escape. Neither the beast nor I would allow that to happen.

The cool night air slaps against my skin as I move us away from town.

“My clit,” she grunts around my length.

Right.

I’m doing the best I can here with zero experience.

The Dragon Shield’s oath is all-encompassing, requiring complete fealty to the crown.

Not that I wouldn’t have honored my personal morals, anyway.

My bond with Charity will allow her deep access to not only my thoughts and feelings, but also my memories, should she wish to explore them. My parents may have abandoned me to be trained for the dragon’s guard from a young age, but in the little time I spent with my father, he impressed upon me the value of waiting for one’s mate.