Trey only had the vaguest recollections of their first time the night before, and that was a damn shame. Practically criminal, like sleeping through Christmas, New Year’s, and his birthday, all in a row.
So he watched and listened and sniffed, memorizing every detail. Tiny drops of water cascaded down her body as he lowered her to the bed. Her eyes shone, and her fingertips dug into his arms. The scent of her arousal mixed with his in a potent cocktail that had his wolf howling inside as he stretched every moment out.
“You coming, wolf?” Her feet ran along the outsides of his thighs in a tease.
Oh, he was coming, all right.
“You’ll be the one coming,” he murmured. “Very, very soon.”
Her breath came faster and harder, and he thanked heaven for making dragons as horny as wolves.
But, Jesus, where to start?
His cock and balls voted to get right to work, while his wolf screamed for a closer sniff of her neck, and his hands begged for more of those perfect, pert tits.
He shoved those thoughts aside, because there was only one right way to start this.
With a kiss.
A slow kiss. For all that his body was screaming to skip ahead, his soul needed that one kiss.
He slid up her body, cupped her face in both hands, and lowered his lips. Closed his eyes and drank in the sigh that escaped from her even before he touched down. A second later, it was him sighing at the feeling of that perfect fit. Her lips slid sideways, then opened, and God, she tasted so good. Like peaches. Like honey. Like sunshine, almost. Her hands stopped roving and stayed on his ribs, and the only things that moved for the next minute were their pounding hearts and their lips.
Until, at some point, he could practically feel his wolf lean in and tap on his shoulder to say, Hey, buddy. You got your one kiss. Now I get mine.
At which point the kiss became a frenzy for more, more, and more that her dragon seemed just as happy to run away with.
“Tell me what you want,” she gasped between deep, hard kisses. “Tell me what you like.”
“I want you,” he mumbled, sliding down her body to kiss her neck.
Want to lick, his wolf added. To pinch, just a little bit. Maybe even nibble— He yanked on an invisible leash and slid farther down her body, ignoring his wolf’s inner protest.
I was just sniffing! his wolf protested. I swear!
He shook his head. That this was more than just good sex — really, really good sex that made his heart and soul soar —was clear. But there was no way he was going to let his inner wolf grab the chance to do something rash. If there really was truth to the notion of destined mates— Of course there is! his wolf hissed.
And if Kaya really was his destined mate—
Of course she is!
They’d talk about it later, like a couple of rational adults, not hot-blooded shifters.
Talk? his wolf scoffed. What is there to talk about?
Everything. Like how the hell could a wolf and a dragon make a life together...
How the hell can we not make a life together?
He struggled for an answer to that one because, for once, the wolf had him stumped.
Whatever. He shoved the beast aside. All of that was for later. Right now was for letting their bodies get to know each other the very best way. For memorizing every smooth curve, every soft line, every hard ridge of her body.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Kaya whispered, running her hands over his shoulders.
He dropped lower, kissing her collarbone. Her chest rose with deep, needy breaths.
“This,” he murmured, kissing his way down to her breast. “I want this.”
“This?” The word turned into a squeak as his lips caught her nipple.
He licked in circles, letting his body weight pin her down.
“This.” He nodded. “I want you to lie back and let me explore.”
She answered with a needy moan.
“I want to study every inch of you,” he added, nibbling at the underside of the plump flesh.
Kaya sighed in pleasure, lifting him with her long inhale.
“I want to touch you. Everywhere,” he finished.
Her knees flopped apart in open invitation, and his wolf howled.
He nosed her belly, inhaled deeply, and dropped between her legs.
The night before, he’d been drugged by some chemical. But now, he was drugged on the scent of her skin, on the arousal wafting from every pore. On the crazy little mewing sounds she made when he parted her folds and let his tongue dive in.
She might have been a dragon, but she sure did cry like a kitten when he turned her on.
“Is that good?” he asked, glancing up.
Her hands were clutching the sheets. Her head was tipped back, and her breaths came in gasps.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled and ducked back in.
He tunneled his fingers into her and scooped with his tongue. Fought his aching hard-on as long as he could.
“Trey,” she moaned, pulling at his shoulders. “I’m so close.”
He swept his tongue upward in one last, openmouthed taste. He was so close to coming, it hurt.
“Please.” She lifted her head, and the line of her abs rose like a mountain ridge. “Inside. I need you inside.”