“This is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” His voice was vibrating as he traced the dragon mark on my side. I realized he’d never seen the entire image, and right now it was dancing in red and black for him, shifting and moving in the dragon visage.
We clashed eyes. “You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” he said.
I reached forward and laced both of my hands through the dark hair at the nape of his neck, before tightening my grip and yanking his head to me. I needed more kisses, I had to taste him again.
The gentleness from earlier was lost in the wake of the primal need that had our mouths clashing together and bodies straining for each other. My body knew what it wanted and there was no stopping it now. Thankfully my brain was clouded enough that not a single doubt was present.
Braxton’s right hand slid down again, scraping over the front of my panties. I moaned, “Goddamn it, Braxton Compass.”
He laughed, he knew exactly what my problem was, but decided to torture me anyway.
“What do you want, Jess? You’re going to have to spell it out for me.” His low voice was in my ear. I barely even registered what he was saying.
“Touch me,” I growled again. “Touch. Me.” My sex-deprived-growly voice acted on Braxton the same way as if I’d been on my knees begging for him. Begging wasn’t my style, but for Braxton … nah, not even for him.
My underwear disappeared so fast I wasn’t sure if they’d magically vanished or if Braxton was moving with super speed. Long fingers slid along into my wetness. I almost freaking came right then. Why the hell had I waited so long to do this? My body was wound up tighter than hell, and as Braxton continued to stroke, my lower half moved with him. Our mouths found each other again, and I moaned against his lips as he brought me closer and closer to the screaming orgasm that was in my immediate future.
I wrenched my lips free, gasping to fill my lungs. “I need to touch you.”
If I was doing this, I was doing it the whole way, and I’d wanted to touch Braxton like this for a long time.
His hooded blue eyes caressed my body. “Your pleasure first.”
Damn, this male was going to be testing my alpha all night. I wanted to wrest control from him. I needed to dominate, bite, mark and claim. The only thing saving us was that Braxton and I had established equal dominance a long time ago … but still.
His hands increased their motion, his thumb stroking the most pleasurable of spots. Pressed firmly against him, I was on fire. He applied the perfect pressure, gliding across every smoldering nerve ending.
In a surge of burning need, the intensity which had been building inside exploded. I tilted my head back, nails biting into Braxton’s shoulders as the force of my orgasm ripped through me. It felt as if it started at my toes and built until it ended with my screams of overwhelming pleasure. I forced myself to breathe, more moans emerging as the sensations throbbed. It was the longest, multiple, toe-curling orgasm of my life.
Braxton was growling now, and as I returned to myself and met his gaze, I stilled. The blue of his eyes were threaded with gold, like someone had melted metal through the sky. They were heavy and hypnotic. Braxton’s dragon was right there with us, and it seemed as if he was about to lose control. He almost never lost control. And yes, I did totally love that I affected him like that. It was my turn to play now.
I leaned forward as if I was about to kiss him, but right before our lips touched I pounced into the large body and slammed him onto his back. I practically purred as I climbed over and onto him. His fingers still rested against my center, and I was enjoying that sensation.
My black hair fanned out as I leaned down and placed my mouth onto his neck. I bit into him, gentle at first, and then harder as my wolf and dragon rose to the surface. My dragon, especially, had been with me the entire time, so in-tune to Braxton.
My teeth stopped short of breaking his skin, just short. And he let me … no battle or fighting.
It was his allowance of my control which tamed the tumult of my animals inside. Braxton, the most dominant supernatural I knew, was giving some of that up for me. I’d never seen him give an inch with anyone else, not even his brothers, but he was different with me.
Mate-like.
Once I’d finished my first bite and mark of territory, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and wrapping my arms around him. His chest was simply the most alluring thing in the world and I just had to touch it. I felt the smooth texture of his mouth as it landed on my shoulder, followed by a tantalizing scrape of stubble as he started kissing along my nape.