“You could at least pretend to be surprised,” I grumble, but it’s hard to be angry when the man you love is playing with your boob.
How can I be surprised? I know that you love me when I taste your response on my tongue. When I smell it in the air. When I feel your thoughts as you awaken and are eager to feel my flesh pressed to yours. His arms brace at my sides, and he kisses further along my belly, avoiding my bandages. He moves lower, and then slices away my panties with one flick of his claws. I can’t even be sorry about the underwear—I’m too fascinated by what he’s doing. He leans in and kisses my mound, and then glances up at me, smile wicked. Shall I taste how much you love me, my Claudia? The scent of your loving perfume is already filling my nostrils.
I giggle. “Loving…perfume? Never say that when Amy or Melina are around, please.”
The warmth of his humor echoes in my mind. Can I not love the taste of my mate on my tongue? He nuzzles lower, carefully parting the folds of my pussy with his claws.
“Yes, but…” My laughter turns into a moan as he swipes his tongue over me in one long, delicious stroke. All humor vanishes, and my hands go to his head, and I cling to his thick golden hair. “Oh god, Kael. I love you.”
I know, he tells me again, even as he begins to lick and suck at my clit. You have finally accepted that you are mine.
“Arrogant…beast…” I gasp between licks, but I love this. I love every swipe of his tongue, every stroke, every flick of pleasure he gives me. I love that he’s so possessive. I love all of it, and all of him. It doesn’t matter that he’s a dragon-man, or a drakoni, or the enemy.
He’s just…mine.
His hot tongue slides lower, pushing against my core. Now tell me you love me again, my mate.
“Oh god, I love you!” I cry out as his tongue thrusts obscenely. “I love you! I love you!” I repeat it with every thrust of his tongue deep inside me that seems to brush against every nerve ending in my body.
You are so wet. He growls low against my pussy. My mate is delicious.
“Please, Kael,” I beg shamelessly. “Take me.” I send mental images of his cock sliding deep into me, stretching me around him. “I need you inside me.”
With another growl, he drags his big body over mine, and I spread my legs eagerly as I feel the thick head of his cock press against my core. Then he thrusts deep inside me, sinking to the hilt in one smooth motion, the thick crown of his cock rubbing deep inside me in a way that drives me absolutely insane every damn time.
“Oh god! Oh god!” I cling to him, nails digging against his dappled skin as he rocks carefully into me. My side gives another flash of pain at my movements, but I don’t care.
Kael does, though. He grabs my hands with one of his and holds them high over my head. Be still while I claim you. You will hurt yourself.
Don’t care, I moan, not even bothering to speak aloud anymore. My thoughts are a jumbled whirl of pleasure as he slides out of me and then strokes deep again, cock dragging through the slick cream of my pussy. There’s something so erotic about him holding me pinned under him, big hand keeping mine captive. It makes me more aroused, and I didn’t think that was possible. Oh god, Kael.
You are mine, Claudia. All mine. Forever. There will be no fire in your blood but mine.
No fire, I agree, sobbing, wishing I could lift my hips to push against him. My side aches, but it’s nothing compared to the intense pleasure. I’m too far gone.
As if sensing my need, he slams into me harder, becoming rougher with his thrusts, and I scream my pleasure. My mate, he sends with every thrust. My everything. My Claudia.
And I am. I’m his everything, and gladly. All yours, I tell him. Forever.
When we come, we come together.
33
CLAUDIA
Hours later, when he’s claimed me a few more times and has finally moved to lie beside me on the bed, his limbs twined around mine possessively, I lie awake, thinking.
“My sister and Melina are safe, aren’t they?” I ask, lazily tracing one of the scales on his shoulder. “Even though it’s been a few hours?”
For today, yes. I patrolled before coming, and no one is near. I cannot feel any other dragons in the area. The humans are safe for now, though we will have to retrieve them soon.
My mate doesn’t sound thrilled at that. I think he likes having me to himself. But I won’t compromise their safety, and if that means we have a little less alone time, then so be it. I relax against him and enjoy the feel of his weight pressing against my good side. My sister’s free. I’ve got the man I love. There’s only a small hiccup in my happiness.
“Sasha,” I murmur sleepily.
Hmm? Kael’s thoughts are as pleasure-drugged as my own, I’m pleased to notice.
“My friend. The one that Dakh stole. Have you heard from him? Seen him around?” My fingers lazily trace down his back, noting that his shoulder blades don’t seem to be the same as mine. They have a different shape to them, broader and flatter. Maybe for his wings in his battle form? Fascinating. He’s endlessly, utterly fascinating. I could spend a lifetime with him and still learn new things about him.
In fact, I plan on it.
But Kael sits up in bed and glances down at me, eyes lazily whirling the amber of contentment. I have not seen Dakh. He will stay out of my territory now that he knows I am protecting a mate…and that he has his own to protect.
“But what about Sasha? We have to save her, if she’s still alive.”
She is still alive. Dakh would destroy the world to keep her safe. I know this feeling. His claws brush a sweaty strand of hair off my brow.
“But we can’t just leave her with him—”
He shakes his head, a trait I could swear he’s picked up from me. I will not approach another male on his territory while he protects his own mate. To do so would be death. He will fight me to protect her, just like I would fight him to protect you.
“Then what do we do?” I ask softly, worried.
My dragon leans in and nuzzles at my ear. We give thanks that Dakh has claimed a mate and there is one less crazed drakoni in the skies.
“And what about what Sasha wants? Doesn’t that matter?”
He begins to kiss my neck again, distracting me. You should know that when a drakoni male has his mind on his woman, he is not easily dissuaded.
True enough.
Still, I hope that somewhere out there, Sasha is safe and taken care of. My poor friend, I think. I hope you are treated well. I’m sorry for what’s happened.
SASHA
A moan of pain escapes me as I rouse from sleep. Every fiber of my being aches, and my broken arm is a hot, throbbing brand at my side. My ribs are almost as painful as my arm, and I suspect that Tate cracked them the last time I sold myself to him. The more I see him, the rougher he gets, the more boundaries he pushes.
He’ll kill me one day, but it’s not like I have many options.