Fire in His Blood (Fireblood Dragon #1)

He grins at me, showing a flash of sharp teeth. It feels good to relax with him for a change, to have a moment of relief amidst all the stress of the world. Right now, our world exists purely in the confines of an outdoor bath. I’m enjoying myself. I’m not thinking about tomorrow or what the future holds. I’m just having fun in the water with the guy I’m attracted to.

“Lean in,” I tell him, and when he does, I squirt a dollop of precious shampoo onto his thick hair. I re-cap the bottle and toss it aside, then begin to rub the shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp. He rumbles with pleasure, his arms wrapping around me, hands moving to my ass. He pulls me up against his thick erection, hidden by the water. “No,” I say with a laugh. “Not right now, Kael. This is about getting clean.”

I wish to put my mouth on you and pleasure you, Claudia. It would bring me much pleasure. I hunger for your taste.

My laugh dies in a breathless gasp, and my mind fills with images of him, his big hands pushing my knees forward as he licks my pussy ravenously.

Oh, mercy.

“Bathing,” I remind him. “We’re bathing right now.” But the words come out breathless, and I can’t seem to stop touching him under the pretense of washing, even as he nuzzles at my wet neck, his hands flexing against my butt.

Can I not hold you while I bathe? I enjoy it.

“You can…” I breathe. He lifts his head, and I see that his eyes are swirling with the black of desire. He leans closer to me, and his mouth captures mine, even as he pulls me flush against him once more.

My Claudia. I sense your arousal. The scent of it hungers me. His tongue strokes against mine, a mimic of his cock, and I whimper. Let me taste you.

“You have shampoo in your hair,” I tell him softly. Even now it runs down his forehead into his eyes.

He releases me and dunks under the water again, shaking his head furiously. A moment later he pops up again and then clasps me close, water streaming down his big, golden body. Now I will taste you.

I tremble at the intensity in his thoughts. I run one hand down his shoulders, feeling his muscles and considering his big body. We stand in hip-high water, out in the open. Anyone could see us. More than that, I suspect that he wants more than just oral. He’s going to want sex, and this is a slippery slope.

I’m full of desire…and fear. “I don’t know.”

As if sensing my thoughts, Kael brushes his mouth over my cheek. “Claudia…” he murmurs aloud, startling me. Then, in my mind, he says, I wish only to bring you pleasure. There does not have to be pleasure for Kael in this joining. I simply want to taste my mate and enjoy her flavor. Let me do this.

I shudder, clinging to his wet skin as his hands settle at my waist again. I can’t decide…and yet, I’m not leaving. So maybe I’ve decided, after all. He waits a moment and then leans in to kiss me again. When he kisses me, I open my mouth to his, acquiescing to his dominance.

One big hand slides down my belly, gliding down my wet flesh. He finds my mound and cups me there and breaks the kiss. I gaze up at him, hardly daring to breathe. The look on his face traps my gaze, all delicious black swirls of intensity.

And he presses a finger in, stroking into the curls of my sex and between my pussy lips.

I moan, arching against him.

He continues to rub me, mindful of his claws, and I feel him dip into my core, where I’m aching with need.

You are hot and slick with mating juices, my Claudia. He rubs his finger up and down the folds of my pussy, wetting me with my own need. Feel how wet you are. That is not just water. That is my Claudia.

And he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks his fingers, his intense gaze still on my face.

I can feel the pleasure that rolls through his mind and whimper at the intensity of it. My Claudia, he tells me. Nothing tastes better than your sweetness. Let me lick you.

Here? Now?

Now, he agrees. He pulls me into his arms and heads for the shore of the lake. I will lay you down under me, spread your thighs, and feast upon your beauty.

My body trembles with the intensity of his thoughts, and his gaze pins me as he gently lays me down on the sandy shore. Then he looks down on me, full of admiration.

So beautiful, my Claudia. My mate is lovely.

He bends over and runs his mouth lightly down my stomach, caressing me. His big hands move to my thighs and pulls them wide, parting me for his attentions. His pleasure storms through my mind again, and I moan even before his hot breath fans over my pussy.

As I watch, he studies my folds and then leans in. His tongue snakes out and flicks over my flesh, giving me a quick taste. Then he rumbles with pleasure and sinks against me, his mouth burying between my thighs. I gasp in response, startled by the onslaught of sensations. Whatever I feel is being mixed with the thoughts he’s allowing to leak from his own mind, and it’s like my pleasure is being amplified by his. I can feel how erotic it is for him to taste me, how wild it makes him.

I writhe against his mouth as he begins to give my clit long, slow strokes with his rough tongue, lapping at it slow and steady. My moaning turns to panting, and he increases the movements of his tongue, faster and faster. When he begins to rumble low in his chest again, I can’t help but gasp because it makes things feel even better—the vibrations moving through his mouth seem to transfer directly to my clit. My hands go to his head, and despite myself, I’m clinging to his hair as he works my pussy with his mouth. I savor every long stroke of his tongue, every flick, every swirl, every rasp against that most sensitive of spots. He begins to increase the intensity and pressure of his licking, as if sensing that I need more.

Of course he senses it, I realize breathlessly. He’s connected to me in our minds. I send him what I want, frantic with need, and a moment later, he sucks on my clit.

I come with a rush, crying out his name. My muscles clench tight, and I give a small scream of pleasure even as he continues to lick and suck at my clit, dragging out my orgasm. The world explodes in a haze where only Kael’s mouth exists and I’m oblivious to everything else.

Slowly, I come down from my orgasm, panting. My body gradually feels as if it’s uncurling from the tension, and I lie on the sand, panting and trying to catch my breath. That had been wickedly intense. I glance down and see Kael is still between my thighs, gazing up at me with an expression I’ve come to think of as pure possessive male.

I enjoyed that, Kael tells me. Very much.

“What about you?” I tense a little in asking, but I need to know.

I receive my pleasure from the touch of your mind against mine. His claws idly stroke my inner thighs, possessive. The touch of your body against my own. I will give you my seed at another time, when you are less frightened of me. Until then, I am content to taste of your body. He leans in and gives me a wicked look, mouth hovering close to my pussy. Shall we do it again?

A weak laugh escapes me. “You’re going to kill me.”

He frowns, all playfulness disappearing. You are that fragile?

“Figure of speech. It wouldn’t really kill me. It’s just a saying.”