Hana's head rolled against his shoulder, her eyes glazed and her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "Do it… anywhere… You want… ahh" she gasped out, completely spent.
Ren shifted his head, his nose brushing against the soft skin of her neck. He looked closely at the dark, smoldering brand of dragon wings pulsing on the left side of her neck—Caspian's mark.
A possessive, Alpha drive flared deep in his chest. He didn't want to crowd the dragon's territory, but he wanted his own place, prominent and unshakeable.
"I'll take the right," Ren rumbled deeply.
He dipped his head lower, bypassing her neck and pressing his jaw directly against the smooth, flushed skin of her upper right breast, right over her beating heart.
And then… Crunch.
Hana's eyes snapped wide as his sharp fangs sank deep into her flesh. A blinding bolt of pain and absolute ecstasy shot through her entire layout, locking the primal bond into place.
