Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Mate Mate Mate — KNOCK KNOCK

GUINEVERE’S CHAMBERS

Everything in this room was white. Couch. Ottoman. Hearth. Rug. Bed. And pillows everywhere. Small ones, long ones, square ones, ones that served no purpose other than existing.

But the bookshelves were what gave him pause. Floor to ceiling on multiple walls with hundreds of titles, alphabetized and organized by language.

Kael laid her on the bed face-down, carefully, his hands slower than they’d been all night. She didn’t stir.

He stood over her for three seconds longer than necessary. The silk pajama top was shredded across her back, the fabric hanging in strips that framed the lacerations underneath. Her white hair was fanned across the pillow, still damp, still half-frozen at the ends. Her waist was narrow enough that his hand could have spanned it. He noticed that. Told his dragon to shut up about it.

Three seconds. Then Kael was on the bed next to her. He pulled her on top of him so her back was not touching anything.

She needed body heat. He had body heat. Done.

His hand cupped the back of her thigh, fingers digging in as he pulled her leg higher around his hip. Then his fingers brushed the curve of her ass as he adjusted her on top of him. She fit perfectly against him.

He groaned loudly and involuntarily as blood rushed to his cock.

"Fuck me..."

The thin fabric did nothing about the soft press of her breasts and hard nipples against his chest.

He didn’t realize he was massaging her scalp until he felt her muscles relax into him unconsciously. He didn’t stop. He’d never wanted to protect someone and take care of them as much as he wanted to with her.

"That’s it. I’ve got you," he whispered.

But also he was really horny.

He tried to adjust her so his dick wasn’t against her stomach. Ended up slipping his leg between her thighs and his dick stayed where it was, hard and aching.

He was losing his mind. He was talking to himself. She would wake up and have no idea who the hell he was. This was not the time. The healer was on his way.

"Gods, I’ve never wanted to touch someone so bad in my life."

He closed his eyes for a moment. Tried to think of literally anything else. Couldn’t. Her scent and the sensation of her pressed against him amplified.

He opened his eyes. All he could see was gold. His heart was thundering in his ears like a war drum.

"You smell like you were made for me and I hate that because it’s making this impossible."

His dragon was growling.

We mate with her.

No. She needs a doctor. We take care of her, Kael thought back to the beast.

The urge to rip her clothes off and fuck her was overwhelming, saturating every muscle and nerve.

"I can’t," he told himself and his dragon.

The beast surged harder and his hips jerked forward, humping against her on their own.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

"Fuck," he breathed. "I can’t stop..."

He tried to anchor himself to his own mind, fighting the wild tide rising in his blood, but his body betrayed him instantly.

The humping got faster until it was just pure animalistic thrusts of him grinding his aching cock against her with zero restraint.

Claim. Fill. Make her ours.

"Fuck... I’m losing control. I want to be inside you so bad."

He could feel the line. It was right there. And he was not on the right side of it.

If I don’t cum right now, I’m going to lose control.

Mine. He does not touch what belongs to us.

I miss the days when you didn’t feel the need to comment on every goddamn thing, Kael thought back to it.

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