Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: The Clock Could Go To Hell

She was straddling him, facing him, her thighs braced against his in the green water, and the proximity was a form of warfare he had zero defense against.

The clock was ticking. It could go to hell. Maddox didn’t care.

His hands moved over her wet skin with deliberate possession. One splayed across her lower back. The other slid in between them, cupping her heat.

Yes. Do that.

Maddox didn’t need coaching from a damn reptile. He was doing it. The reptile could observe or leave. Those were its options.

He slid a finger inside of her and moved it, hard and fast, while his thumb worked against her. She stiffened, caught off guard by his boldness.

"Relax for me," he whispered.

Her breath caught on a sound that went straight through him. Something primal took over, and he smacked her ass.

She gasped, immediately tightening around his finger while her hips bucked forward. He gripped her hip and rocked her forward and back on his hand, again, again, until her body caught the rhythm and started moving on its own.

"That’s it."

Water sloshed around them as she writhed.

He watched her ride his finger, head tipped back, lips parted, wet hair clinging to her skin, and thought with absolute clarity: How the fuck am I supposed to do anything else for the rest of my life?

His dragon rumbled in agreement.

Excellent work.

Get the hell out, Maddox thought to his dragon.

The dragon did not get the hell out.

TWENTY-TWO MINUTES REMAINING.

He refocused. Forcibly. With great effort. The effort was failing.

He withdrew his hand and pressed himself against her entrance, pushing inside.

She winced, gripping his shoulders.

"You’re going to kill me," he groaned, barely halfway. The words left him before his pride could catch them. The Dragon King, killed in a guest bathtub by his own wife.

He tried to let her adjust. That lasted one thrust before his hips made a decision his brain hadn’t approved, and he drove the rest of the way in.

Restraint, which had been on life support since she kissed him, flatlined.

She sucked in a breath, gripping tighter. He felt the sting travel through the bridge between them and land in his own body.

"Hold on to me, baby," Maddox said, marshaling every ounce of control he had left to go slow.

Her arms wrapped around his neck. He tried. He lasted three strokes at that pace. Then his hands locked onto her hips and he moved her on him, driving up from underneath.

The noise that came out of his throat belonged to the dragon and he was no longer certain which one of them was in charge.

He spilled into her, his cock pulsing, his vision going solid gold.

The Dragon King, who had turned down a hundred and twenty billion gold, had lasted approximately fifteen seconds.

We did not last. I did the math.

Do me a favor and stop doing math, Maddox told the beast.

EIGHTEEN MINUTES REMAINING.

TWELVE MINUTES REMAINING.

FOUR MINUTES REMAINING.

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